Aria has always laid low in school with her tight-knit group of friends. When she meets Nash at a party, he's rude, he's blunt, and he's got more baggage than he can carry. Aria immediately dislikes him. But the line between hate and love is very thin, and a continuous game of Never Have I Ever may change everything.

"Sam no" His voice finally cracked and Sam took his final wider blinks up at him. He repeated himself over and over; "no... Please. This can't be it, I can save you shhhh sam." He brushed Sam's long hair off his sweaty forehead, as Sam felt every fluid in their bodies slowly draining out onto the concrete space they laid. "It wasn't sposedta go down like this. I can't leave- you can't leave me." Their lips trembled in unison when Sam winced, placing his my arm up to the mans face, wanting to touch it one more time. "It's not your fault. I promise" His lips were pursed, but Sam heard a quiet hum of fear that he'd never seen the Angels vessel display ever before. He adjusted himself so he was kneeling over Sam, now pressing frantic, desperate kisses over his body, like it was some sort of cure-all. He eventually skimmed over Sam's lips and he grabbed onto his tight Sam's own. "I love you." He eventually fell in pain too, twisting his hand, intertwining their fingers "I love you too"