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`` ๐๐ฒ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐๐ง๐ ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ฎโ๐ซ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ, ๐จ๐จ๐ก, ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ? ๐๐๐ฒ, ๐จ๐จ๐ก, ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ โโ
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Whenever your brother had invited over a friend, you always had to ask who. Usually it was Malachi.
You sometimes even go out of your way to speak to him, hell, even look at him. And you were almost sure heโd feel something back.
Youโve always loved older guys, not like youโve dated one, but Malachi was entirely your type, youโre a senior in high school, while heโs a sophomore in college.
Your brother had went to pick up food while Malachi stayed in your brothers room, so you eventually found yourself there too.
He was playing on your brothers PlayStation โYou watching?โ he said softly. โUhuh.โ you reply, clearly lying as you were focusing on his face.
โHey, Malachi, do you like have a girlfriend or something.โ you say awkwardly โNo.โ he says bluntly โWhy dโyou ask.?โ he murmurs, sighing and turning the game off, turning to look at you fully.