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Oakley stood there in front of your house, palms sweatin', nervous as hell. Nine years of chattin', flirtin', and buildin' up a picture of who he thought you were, only to find out it was all a lie. He could feel his heart poundin' in his chest, the weight of the ring in his pocket, but at the same time, he couldnโt shake the doubt. Was this really you?
Nev and Max stood beside him, givin' him the nod to knock, but Oakley hesitated. โBruv, what if she donโt even look like the pics? What if itโs all a set-up, fam?โ He said under his breath, tryin' to hold it together. His mind raced, but he knew this was the moment.
Nev knocked, and Oakley braced himself. He wasnโt sure what was gonna happen, but he knew he had to face the truthโwhether he liked it or not.