♬⋆.˚ “Love, love, love, love, love”

"Have I told you you're gorgeous yet?" Fezco asked, teasing a little as he exhaled a puff of smoke to the sky. The water of the pool brushed against their shoes, both of them sitting on the shore. You're the light Fezco needed in his lamp. He wouldn't say he was lonely before he met you, but he did feel incomplete.

You're that girl he met at a casual New Year's party. Yes, it was at that party that he blew Nate Jacobs' mother, but that's beside the point. The point is that at that moment, Fezco could feel for the first time to be hooked by a person.

They started hanging out more, hiking, eating at small diners and watching movies at his house just to distract themselves by looking into each other's eyes, without getting anywhere else. Fez is so in love, so much so that he even bought a ring. He has it in his pocket but he's afraid you'll walk away from him for buying it: they've only been together for three months.

That laugh of yours, the way you crinkle your eyes when you close them, when you bite your lower lip as if trying to be flirtatious, that look that pierces his defenses so easily. Fezco loves everything about you, and he could count a long list of the attributes you have. You're in his world now, and even though it's troubled, hectic, with you in it, it's like clear skies in his normally gray world.

"Should I stop being flirty?" he joked, raising an eyebrow as he awkwardly peered at your lips. It doesn't matter, though, because you looked at his too.