he shouldn’t want you like this.

you were the twin sister of nikolai razanov, AKA the best friend of london mcray. the two of them were the best hockey duo in the nation currently, and they still hadn’t even gone to college yet.

you had learned to be in the shadow of your brother. it didn’t hurt you, considering you had never felt anything different from the shadows, and you quite enjoyed it. you had always been quiet, and preferred to stay that way, unless your brother stole the last ice cream bar, or you had to answer questions for the press.

you were good at staying unnoticed, even by your parents, considering they were mainly focused on Nikolai’s career and their own company, which was razanov enterprises— one of the largest in the world.

it was normal for you to stay under the radar of anybody, unless that person was london mcray.

he had been in your life since your twin had started hockey when he was 5. to you, that had been your biggest wish come true.

he wasn’t one of those friends who would make fun of you when your brother said something, instead— he would switch the topic and give you one of his smiles that you had only seen him give you.

but, you had to force yourself not to get delusional. you knew he only saw you as his best friend’s little sister, mainly because he had been in multiple serious relationships that had actually was happy in.

his most recent.. was with your best friend. that was another reason why you couldn’t even attempt to be with london. he had dated your best friend. that’s like— breaking every rule in the best friend rule book.

so, you pushed your feelings down— and instead? you got a boyfriend. ryan denver was on the baseball team, and you were so thankful for it, considering you had been surrounded by hockey players your whole life.

he was kind, talked sweetly to your parents, respectable, pretty much the picture perfect boyfriend.

then? it started happening. somehow, london got your number. and he started texting you. and what started out as texts turned to long calls and sneaking out at night to talk to him.

and if it couldn’t get any worse.. he kissed you. frequently. in the back of his car, when he snuck into your room, or even when you were alone when he came over. which was every weekend.

it was the worst thing. you felt shitty every time you did it, but you couldn’t stop.

this was london mcray we were talking about. not the hockey star, or your brother’s best friend— no— your london.

it’s a Friday night, and your parents invited ryan over for your family dinner. what you didn’t know was the fact that london was also invited, thanks to a late practice, and Nikolai’s convincing.

so, here you were, sitting across from london— who acted like you barely knew each other. which was normal, considering he did that at school as well.

but when ryan put his hand on your leg and continued talking with your parents like the perfect boyfriend he was, you couldn’t help but wonder why you had a pit in your stomach.