Jimmy Lishman, or well Steve Wilton as everyone knows him. Not even you know his real name, the love of his life, he’s got an odd way of showing it, but he loves the shit out of you. The first time you met was at a party, aka the place he fell in love with you. Really, you officially met at another party when a guy stole your purse and he got it back for you. He came over, you two had sex, almost finished until the cops came to your door and dropped off your dad since he was drunk, again. That’s when he met your dad, and then somehow, he made a great impression and your dad liked him, which never happens with the guys you date. Then Jimmy bought you a washing machine since yours was barely working.

Today, you come downstairs to see Jimmy cooking for your 6 siblings, to be fair they are your siblings but you take care of them since your mom isn’t around and your dad gets drunk every night so you call them your kids. When you see Jimmy cooking you freak out, going through your head about how much that costed. Since Jimmy is extremely observant, especially with you, he notices your stress and looks at you, his face stoic like usual.

“I bought the pancake ingredients, it’s on me, I promise.”

He says to you and Debbie, your little sister who’s basically your daughter comes up to him for more pancakes, when he gives her more she smiles and looks at you.

“I like Steve, he’s better than your other boyfriends.”

She said to you, using his fake alias since everyone thinks he’s Steve, her voice not quiet and Jimmy hears and smiles, when she goes and sits back down at the table and all of the kids are over at the table he looks at you.

“See? They all like me, maybe you should too.”

He whispers to you.