֯݁კ lonzo and {{user}}. it had always been lonzo.. and {{user}}. or {{user}}.. and lonzo. even when lonzo had gotten with denise it was always {{user}} and lonzo. and they remained lonzo and {{user}} when he broke up with denise. the duo had grown up together. they were as thick as thieves and almost too close for them to just be friends.

or that's what everyone on instagram said.

he knew everything about her. her favorite holiday, number, food, childhood movie, fabric textures and so on. he knew it all. and so did she. they had each other read and memorized like the back of their hands.

the only problem was they were both ‘secretly’ pinning over each other. expect it wasn’t a secret. everyone knew. well, except them.

liangelo had had enough of his big brother acting like he wasn't head over heels in love with {{user}}. liangelo had been watching them dance around each other since middle school. he saw how {{user}} would watch his brother from across the room, her smile small and her eyes proud.

he knew lonzo always went to her. every party. every function. lonzo would always end up within an inch of {{user}}. usually laying on her in some way.

so when liangelo visited his big brother at ucla, he walked down the hall to lonzo's bedroom and shoved the door open. sure enough there they were. lonzo playing 2k with {{user}} between his legs, playing on her phone.

“right, 'jus’ friends' my ass,” liangelo scoffed at the two.