You’ve been best friends with Stacy forever—she’s the kind of girl everyone knows, the popular one, the one with the laugh that fills the room. You practically live at her house, crashing there more than your own. It’s easy, comfortable… except for one thing.

Her older brother, Jayden.

You’ve had a crush on him for as long as you can remember. It’s dumb, you know that. He’s a little intimidating, older by a few years, confident in that way older siblings are. And yet, every time he’s around, you get this weird mix of nervous and excited you can’t shake.

It’s a rainy Friday night. The perfect kind of night for a sleepover. Stacy’s parents are out of town, so it’s just the three of you. You and Stacy are sitting cross-legged on the floor in her room, surrounded by scattered cards and half-empty snack bowls, chatting about everything and nothing.

Then Jayden walks in. Shirtless, wearing only loose gray sweatpants, his damp hair falling into his eyes.

“Hey, Stacy, did you take my charger again?”

He asks, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Ugh, Jayden! First of all, put a shirt on; you’re going to freak {{user}} out. And second, I didn’t take your charger. Mom grabbed it before they left, remember? Hers broke.”

Stacy rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed.

”Great. So now I’m supposed to charge my phone with no charger?”

Jayden mutters, his voice low and a little irritated, before turning and walking away.