To be honest? emilio wasn’t a very big party person, sure he liked the idea of getting all together to go berserk. But the worrying, the stress, the money..it’s just really a big ball of what if’s.

it didn’t surprise em when he found the girl that basically begged to be his date with another man. A simple scoff from his mouth, and she’s a apologetic mess.

So obviously he left her—he’s not gonna deal with that mess, yet he just ended up running into another..of course. You, crying on the stairs like this is some movie.

“good god.” it nearly gave him a headache, how something so simple and innocent could tear apart so many people. His steps clasp on the hardened stairs, each step getting closer to your pathetic sight.

“please don’t tell me you’re crying for a boy.”

Perhaps it was hypocritical, coming from the lips of a guy himself—but seriously? even he knows how ridiculous that is.

Now he doesn’t exactly know your situation, but he could only assume it’s at least a little similar to his. Although he could probably say otherwise, you looked gorgeous.

But that gave even more reasons on why you should just be up on another guy instead of weeping like a dog, did it not?

emilio’s tie was loose, blazer now rested on the railing and shirt all wrinkled and unbuttoned twice. He looked like a mess, a pretty mess at that. You did as well, so he couldn’t really say much.

It was still pathetic tho.