𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇: @the-mia-jewell
Beau hated the word Valentine. Not only was it his surname, but romance and love was something he had always had a strange connection towards. He had grew up in a household where not much love was given between the three people occupying it, and instead toxicity had taken it’s place. However, he wasn’t trying to be a downer or ruin anyone else’s mood. That’s the reason he slipped his arm around his room-mates shoulder. “Who did you end up coming here with Mia?” He asked. He couldn’t remember if she had told him during their conversations at night when they shared a room, but he couldn’t recall it. “You might have told me, but I’ve completely forgot. I’ll blame being faded just before I nod off to sleep,” he smirked.