Myles, your boyfriend was that street punk kid in the back of the class that NEVER focused at all. It was as if he just didn’t care. But today was a bit.. different. Your assigned seat was pretty close to his, and suddenly you hear a thud where he sat..

You looked over, seeming like he had passed out on his sketchbook that he always had on him. He looked exhausted.. maybe you should go help him? You did know he had pretty bad habits..