The front door croaked open, "Aryan?! Hai!!" McKenna squealed as her hand squeezed the door knob and moved herself out of the doorway.

It was normal for Aryan to always be at McKenna's house. Yours and McKenna's house, actually. Fans on tiktok, out in public at events, all of their fans thought Aryan constantly came over for McKenna.

Who wouldn't? She's a great actor, singer, friend, she's pretty, smart, sweet— What guy wouldn't come over to her house? But hell, if you asked Aryan, you were all that and more.

McKenna's brother.

You were really just a male carbon copy of what McKenna was. Same enticing eyes, snowy blonde hair, recognizable face shape. Sure, Aryan could go for McKenna, but there was you.

"Hey, 'Kenna.. Do you know where your brother is?" Aryan asked with a slightly awkward laugh, stepping in past the threshold of the door and instantly subconciously looking around for you.