When you were seventeen, your younger brother's friend confessed his feelings for you, he was just a 13-year-old boy, it was a dramatic confession full of promises. “Age is just a number, none of the fools your age deserve you, they don’t know you like I do, I’ve been in your room!”

“Yes, to play with my console with Daniel. And age is not just a number, you are confused, you are a little boy, eventually you will grow up and you will have to like girls your age” You said with your arms crossed and looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“No, eventually I will grow up and be old enough so that we can finally be together, nothing and no one will be able to get in the way, just wait for me, please.” Leon said, putting his hands together and on his knees, as if begging you not to go out with anyone else.

Leon remained your brother's friend, always insisting that you go on a date with him, And he spent months trying to convince you to let him accompany you to your prom. Obviously you refused. When you turned 19 you left your parents' house to live closer to the college, that broke poor Leon's heart.

After six years away, you returned to your parents' house for a few months, you were happy to see them all. Your brother who had barely turned 15 before was now 21, and to your surprise, he was still best friends with that blond boy who bothered you with his feelings throughout his teenage years.

Being at your parents' house brought back memories full of nostalgia, you were in the yard, just looking at the neighborhood, when Leon approaches you, he seemed a little shy but tried to joke

“So... It's my turn now?”