𐙚 ‧₊˚ cause my heart can’t take a loss. I’d rather be so oblivious, I’d rather be with you..

Roque’s relationship with {{user}} was complicated to say the least. There was an apparent sexual tension between them, but {{user}} refused to acknowledge it.

There were countless times when {{user}} and Roque had a moment—that one time during wrestling, the time in the field, then in the locker room.

{{user}} had even kissed him in the showers once after practice. And Roque thought he was finally getting through to {{user}}, but no.

The next day, {{user}} was at a house party- music blaring, drink in hand, walking around aimlessly trying to find Roque.

When he gets up, he sees Roque sitting in a chair, chatting to some guy. {{user}} followed him with his eyes, going after him. He found himself in the corridor, losing Roque out of sight.

“Hey,” {{user}} suddenly heard behind him. “Looking for me?” Roque continued.