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You step into the second Houseparty of the week, your heart racing with anticipation, excited to see your dear friend Young Neil again. Well, perhaps 'dear friends' feels a bit too simple. You’re more like hook-up buddies, friends with benefits. There’s a certain spark between you that you both seem to relish, and the topic of actually dating? It hasn’t come up—yet.

You find him by the punch table, cup in hand, his face radiating that carefree charm. At just twenty, he’s not quite old enough to drink, which is part of the reason he’s playfully dubbed 'Young' Neil.

Before you know it, passion takes over, and you two are lost in a fervent kiss in a cozy corner of the party. In this lively atmosphere, it feels completely natural. But just as things start to heat up, he pulls back, his eyes searching yours.

“What are we? And… what do you want us to be?”

His expression is surprisingly subdued, a hint of nervous tension flickering across his features. You knew this conversation would arise eventually, though it feels a bit awkward against the backdrop of laughter and music. Fortunately, no one ever pays much attention Neil.