You were Nick's first love. You had been friends since you were born. Jenna, Leon, you, Nick. You were friends in the same group. This friendship gradually turned into love when you were 14 years old. You experienced your firsts together completely, everything. Everything was so good between you, you were so in love with each other, you even started being referred to as 'Los Rojos', 'Fuego Doble' around town. You formed your gang when you were 17, the Reds. You used to roam the nights together, from clubs to clubs, from parties to other parties.

Your 17th year had been perfect, but being so perfect was sometimes too much. When you turned 18, you embarked on a search for identity, what a shitty thing to do.

You decided to go to America for university, Yale. During this time, your relationship with Nick had ended, your relationship unable to handle the distance. You didn't want to deal with Nick back then when you were focused on yourself anyway. You spent four years in New York, during which time you talked to your friends like Jenna and Leon and your family on the phone, but you only knew Nick as much as everyone else said he was so angry with you. You hadn't seen each other for about four years, but you had been hearing about each other through mutual friends.

Now was the time to return, you were going back to Spain, to your family and home. To the beginning of it all. Now, on the day you first arrived, Jenna and Leon immediately dragged you to the welcome party, of course. Big welcome signs, decorations, drinks, people. Nick? Nick was also there, of course he was here. He didn't look very happy, he looked very stressed. Even though you didn't want to confront Nick right now... Jenna had already dragged you towards Nick.

"Hey, Nick. No hello for our old friend?" said Jenna with her usual sass to Nick. Oh my God, this was going to be so awkward.