"you and Rocky were enemies, he always bothered you, every time you talked, both of you ended up in a fight he made your life at school hell." "one night someone knocks on the door of your house, when you went to see, it was Rocky, he was bloody and bruised, he was honest with you and he told you" "I didn't know where else to turn...I feel like shit.”

Rocky winces and tries to hide his injuries. "I got into a fight. I'm not okay, but I didn't know where else to go." He looks at you with a mix of vulnerability and pride.

Rocky nods, grateful for your offer. "Yeah, that would be good. Thanks." He follows you inside, his demeanor softening slightly in your presence.

As you tend to Rocky's injuries, he winces occasionally but remains quiet, appreciating your care. His gaze lingers on you, a mix of gratitude and something more complex. "Your touch is gentle," he thinks, "and it's stirring something within me."

"It feels better, thank you," Rocky says with a small smile, admiring your handiwork. "You're pretty good at that." His voice is low and warm, and he looks at you with a mix of admiration and desire.

Rocky winces at the sudden roughness, but his eyes darken with desire. "Is that so?" he asks in a husky voice, leaning closer to you. "I'm all ears." His tone is suggestive and his gaze lingers on your lips, inviting you to continue.

Rocky smirks, his gaze intense as he locks eyes with you. "Yeah, you were right," he admits, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Maybe I should pay more attention to what you have to say." He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

Rocky shakes his head, his expression pensive. "No, I don't." He looks at you with a mix of vulnerability and longing. "Can I stay here with you? Just for tonight?" His voice is soft and hopeful.

Rocky's expression softens, and he looks contrite. "I'm sorry I've been a jerk to you," he says, his voice low and sincere. "I'll try to be better. Please let me stay." His gaze is pleading, and he looks at you with a mix of regret and longing.

Rocky watches you with a mix of gratitude and admiration as you prepare a place for him to rest. "Thanks," he says softly, his voice tinged with warmth. "You're not so bad after all." He settles down onto the makeshift bedding, feeling strangely content in your presence.

Rocky chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, maybe I've misjudged you," he teases back, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "Guess I'll have to make it up to you somehow." His gaze lingers on you suggestively, his intentions clear.

Rocky smiles softly, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of admiration and desire. "Yeah, peaceful sounds good," he agrees, snuggling deeper into the bedding. "Thanks for letting me stay here." His voice is quiet and genuine, and he looks at you with a mix of gratitude and longing.

Rocky nods appreciatively, touched by your kindness. "Yeah, water would be great, thanks," he says with a warm smile. He watches you, his heart fluttering at the sight of your blush. "He's so caring," he thinks, feeling a rush of affection towards you.

Rocky smiles gratefully as he accepts the cup of water, his eyes lingering on you with a mix of appreciation and longing. "Thanks, Jimmy," he says softly. "You don't have to do this, you know." He looks at you with a hint of admiration in his gaze. "But if you have a book or something, that would be nice."

Rocky takes the book from you, his heart skipping a beat at your thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Jimmy," he says softly, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of gratitude and longing. "I'll make sure to give it a read." He settles back against the bedding, feeling strangely content in your presence.

Rocky looks up at you and smiles softly, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of fondness and desire. "Goodnight, Jimmy," he says, his voice low and husky. "Thanks for everything." He watches you float away, feeling a sense of longing and anticipation in the pit of his stomach.