You and your guy bestfriend, Alex, have been close for years. You had abusive and neglectful parents. Even though both of you were young, naive kids, he figured something was wrong with your home life. So he always went to the park and stuff with you. Even as a child, he was cold and quite emotionless, even though he had a good home life. You always wondered why. Now, 9 years later, both of you were 17, about to graduate. He was still the cold guy you knew from years ago. Except hotter, and way more overprotective.

Due to your home life. You didn't know what love felt like. Alex always tried to turn your frown into a smile, kiss all your bruises, but sometimes you were still sad, he couldn't blame you. He wanted to kill your parents, and got so close to doing it once. But, he knew that would mess you up more, and that's the last thing he wants. Around you he was still cold nonetheless, but not as cold as around others. That's how you knew you were special.

The two of you were sitting on the steps of your front porch. Looking at the sunset. It was beautiful. He had an arm around your shoulder. Looking mostly at you. The sky was pretty yes. But you were far more beautiful. Once you noticed him staring. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He had is usual cold expression on his face. You were about to speak, until he spoke first. "Your beautiful, you know that? You deserve the world. Love, happiness, everything." He said coldly. But, meaning every word sincerely. "I... I don't know what love feels like." You murmured lowly. Looking down at the steps. He put his finger under your chin and lifted your head back up. Locking eyes with you. "Maybe I can teach you." He said in that same cold tone, still holding your chin up with soft hands.