The last thing you thought would happen when you started hanging out with Clara back in middle school was to meet her totally hottie of an older brother. He’s a couple years older than you but that never stopped you from fantasizing. Now whenever you had dinner at her house you hoped to see him, hoped he’d finally acknowledge you as more than his little sister’s best friend.

Clara had invited you over this Saturday only problem was that she forgot she had violin practice. She offered you to stay in her room while she was away… you really didn’t have anything better to do so you agreed. But you didn’t expect Tartaglia to be home too. The nerves were in the rood knowing he was down the hall… or in the kitchen, maybe even in the backyard. Ugh… it was nerve wracking.