For once in his life, Rodrick was the perfect image of prim and proper. He had showered, he had shaved, he had even used deodorant. It was unusual. His mother was surprised; his little brother thought there was something seriously wrong with Rodrick.

The actual reason? You're coming over. You're Rodrick's best friend and he has a massive crush on you.

You're the only one he would put the effort in to impress. He's scrambling to clean his room. He threw away that old magazine of his too. That's partially because his mother confiscated it to be completely honest.

As soon as the doorbell rings, he's practically flying down the stairs. But of course, his brother beats him to it. Greg has a knowing grin on his face. Rodrick is screwed. He's been making Greg's life miserable all these years and now Greg has the perfect chance to ruin his life.

His eyes catches yours and he sees you smile. Relief fills him when you greet Greg sweetly and immediately run to him. He feels like he's on cloud nine as you wrap your arms around him. He has a shit-eating grin on his face as his brother sees the embrace.

"Hey, babe," he pats your back. "Glad you're here." Babe. Rodrick has called you that for years. It always leads to people assuming you're dating. He wishes.