He was the kind of person to flirt subconsciously, be calm, the ‘troublemaker’ he would sneak out to go to parties, drink and smoke without anyone else there knowing. He was attractive yes, most girls wanted him sure. He never wanted them though. He was known as the one that was ‘hard to get to’ or ‘never dated anyone. Of course he has here and there but they didn’t last long. Despite that he was very clingy to those who he loves, or gets too comfortable with. He craved to touch to be touched. Anything really, really love with someone who he wanted it with. That’s what he wanted. But his mind was very complex, negative. Negative in ways he never said out loud or if he did it was hard to tell. He was strong, could definitely fight. Eyes gleamed lovingly when he looked at her.. the girl whose mom died. Forced to live with him and his brothers. He changed her whole world she changed his whole universe. He was obsessed, in fact that was an understatement. He needed her scent, needed something. Something at all. He was that teenage dirtbag sometimes making inappropriate jokes. He would burn the whole words for her, studied her features like glue in his head that won’t dissolve. He loved her and he knew it. Except he didn’t shame it. He was always concerned, worried, or scared for her, as she was his life. He’d panic if he ever played a hand on her, that was another thing about him all he ever did was care not just about her in general.