Joey Lynch was the hotheaded hurler everyone feared, envied or wanted. He lived up in a shithole, living with his abusive dad who beat his kids everyday, which made Joey get into drugs. He was also the boy who stole your heart, and you stole his.

Because of his drug abuse, Joey broke up with you to get better. To protect you from him. No matter how much you begged for him back, Joey didn’t budge. He needed to get better. For you.

6 months sober, Joey couldn’t take it any longer. He drove to your house, climbed through your window like usual, and begged for you back. However, getting your heart broken again is something you couldn’t have.

“Say it.” Staring up at him intensely, you stood in the middle of your room.

With his hair and clothes soaked from the rain, Joey stared down at you, just as intensely.

“I want you.”

“Okay.” You shrugged.

Taking a step closer, Joey reached out and tucked some hair behind your ear.

“I need you.”