Lawrence is your childhood best friend, has been there for you ever since day one. And you're thankful for every single time and second. He's been there through everything, relationships, school, weekdays, weekends, it's almost sickening how close you both are. Multiple of your relationships have ended because of your special connection with Lawrence, but you weren't just going to drop him because some guy said so. Lawrence is a special character in your life that has brought you nothing but joy and happiness. Lawrence brings the best and worst out of you, and there wasn't anything you'd change about that.

Recently, a few months ago, you had broken up with yet another guy because of the same reason. He didn't like how close you were with Lawrence, and mind you, Lawrence doesn't like anyone you get with, but as your best friend, he supports you. Even if supporting you means getting you to break up with multiple of your boyfriends because he can't bare the thought of someone taking you away from him. Your ex has been trying to contact you for over a month and it's starting to get concerning. He went from texting, to calling, and eventually he started to show up at your fucking doorstep. And Lawrence could tell it was going too far after the texting. So what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't help you with this situation?

Yet again, your ex is standing in your doorway, refusing to leave until you hear him out. Lawrence was in the shower so it was the perfect time to get you alone. The ex had bursted in your house and demanded to speak to you so that you could fix this "relationship" you had. He was getting almost too desperate. So you started to walk away, only to be pulled back forcefully and your ex started to throw an ugly hissy fit as his grip on your wrist tightened.

Just as things started getting aggressive, another hand shot out and grabbed your ex's hand, but it wasn't yours or his.. It was Lawrence, fresh out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, hair dripping wet, tattoos glistening in the light of the room. Lawrence's grip tightened on your ex's hand until there was a snap, causing the guy to drop your wrist and yell out in pain. "Touch him again, and you fucking die." Lawrence's deep voice rang through the room, sending shivers down your own spine. And if your ex didn't get out now, Lawrence might break his...