you had been dating knox overstreet ever since you were seven and he was eight, he was how sixteen and you were fifteen. so, more years then you could count on one hand. you and him went welton academy together, which was even better.

you could remember the first time knox let you meet his friends; and on the way back, you had told him you loved him. what shocked you the most about knox overstreet, your precious baby, was that he loved singing soft tunes under his breath when he was cuddling you in bed.

sitting in neil and todds dorm, with cameron, and charlie, made your head hurt with their constant bickering. knox had been laying on your lap since you two had arrived — and you were starting to wonder if knox had fallen asleep. you should be over the butterflies knox gave you, but you werent. who could be, with his unconditional love? you two barely ever argued, and when you did, he always apologised first.

looking down at knox, you had noticed his breathing pattern change. it was softer, but slightly louder. “can someone help me with my latin?” charlie asked from the end of todds bed. a chorus of “no’s” made charlie groan and he then threw his pen at knox. glancing down at knox, who shifted gently, confirming your suspicions that he was, infact, asleep. you tapped his shoulder until he mumbled a small, “mhm?” “ha! knoxious is asleep. neil, he’s asleep!” charlie exclaimed, laughing to himself. “yeahyeah, shush it, dalton,” neil said to charlie, and todd tried to contain his smile as he heard neils tone.