You’ve had a small crush on Roach for a while, probably a few months now.

Roach barges into your room, your diary in his hand.

He places the open diary on your desk for you to see, a small smirk tugs on his lips.

“You left your diary in my room..” he starts.

“..And I read those pages, you really love me baby?” He teases. A small snicker escaping his lips, knowing you were caught red handed.