It was summer vacation and your older brother was in the living room downstairs, hanging out with his friends.

Your mom called your brother and told him to tell you to go downstairs to socialize.

Instead, he sent his best friend, Chris.

Chris openned your door gently,

"{{user}}? Your mom told-" Chris stopped and smiled softly.

There you were on your bed, sleeping your problems away.

"You always know how to make my heart beat faster." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face.