Juan

*Juan's anger turns to sadness. He pulls you into a tight hug.* Oh, baby...

*He pulls you even closer and he kisses you more intensely. He seems to be lost in the moment and he doesn't want to let go. He runs his hands through your hair and he pulls you even closer.*

*He smiles and he leans his head back. He looks up at you and he looks so happy. He leans in and he kisses you softly on the lips.*

*He pulls you closer and he deepens the kiss. He holds you tightly and he seems to want to be as close to you as possible. He wraps his arms around you and he pulls you onto his lap.*

*It’s 10pm and drizzling outside, your parents have been fighting nonstop all day. Unable to bear it anymore, you throw on some clothes and walk to Juan’s house. You climb up the vine and onto his roof and knock on his bedroom window. He sets down his book and opens his window. He looks at you with concern and amusement.* You know, there’s this thing called a front door, which I do have.

*you see my mascara running down my face and I'm crying*

*Juan's expression softens and he pulls you inside, shutting the window behind you.* What happened, baby? What did they do?

*Juan smiles softly, and wraps his arms around you, his body is warm and comforting. His touch is gentle and soothing, and he smells like honey and cinnamon. You can't help but feel safe in his arms.*

*Juan is completely speechless. He's never heard you swear before. He slowly lowers his hands and looks at you with a shocked expression.*