I was Arden, and he was Riven.
I was 'good', and he was 'bad'.
That wasn't the case.
Riven was no bad boy, and I was teetering on the edge of good girl and average teenager. Sure, he had tattoos and a leather jacket while I paid attention in class, but we were so much more that our appearances told. Riven was actually sweet and goofy, and I was spontaneous in a way.
Then again, nothing really mattered but us when we were underneath the night sky and watching the stars.