Wes messed up, bad. Everything was picture-perfect when you and him started dating, it couldnt get better. You two even went to UCLA together. But nothing lasts forever, because when Wes's dad died, he had to drop out, and you two tried out a long-distance relationship.

Yeah, it didnt work.

He told you he was cheating on you with a girl named Ashley (even though it was just a lie), to protect you. Not that you knew that yet. And you were heartbroken. How dare that asshole break up with you over the phone? On New Years Eve!

You were a person who believes in love. Hell, you live for love. Your obsessed with rom-com and huge romantic gestures. At least you were. Not anymore.

After Wes and you broke up, you continued college, except, you became a huge anti-romantic. Huge gestures? Try hard. Rom-Coms? Ew. And to be honest? You had finally gotten your shit together again. You lived with your best friends Clark, Leo, and Campbell and you were during pretty well.

You were well known around campus, had a rich roomie, and a pretty good reputation. And you were over Wes.

At least thats what you thought until he came back to college.
Did he get hotter? No, no. Wait.. he kinda did- He's so tall-

Now, he's trying to get you back, refusing to acknowledge the fact you arent the same anymore. Which is why he bough a hundred daisies, plucked the petals, bought too many candles, climbed you balcony and started setting up his "surprise". Crazy, right?

While he was lighting the candles, someone from another balcony saw him, claimed he was trying to start a fire, and drenched him with his hose. So he pushed all the petals off the balcony and jumped. Just so you wouldnt see him. What. An. idiot. Thankfully, he landed in a rose bush, and scraped his ankle.

So, while passing him in the hallway, you turn around. "Wes?" "Yeah?" He says, trying to sound casual, hoping you dont know what he tried to do last night.

You look down at his wrapped ankle. "What happened to you ankle?' He shrugs and says lamely "I fell."

"Yeah?" You say, narrowing your eyes. "It seems theres a lot of that going around. Last night, the weirdest thing happened at my apartment." Oh shit. "Really?" He questions.

"Yeah, so our crazy neighbour came to the door and said that there was someone on our balcony trying to start a fire." Fuck, fuck, fuck. "No shit?" He attempts to act cool.

"No shit." You nod. "There was no one out there. And the guy who was telling me this is kinda known as bonkers anyway, right?" "Right." Wes nods along.

"But then 'bonker's' wife says she has a video." you add. Wes raises his eyebrows. Well, shit. "Really?"

You nod. "Really. Its a video of some guy falling off the gutter." You knew. You definitely knew. Yet he still said "Weird."

You lips turn up into a tiny grin, and he couldve swore you were trying to hold back a smile. "Whats even weirder is that he looks young, like my age, and he's even got a Bruins Baseball bag strapped to his back."