You’re a student in college, still living with your parents since you were too lazy to move out and you preferred staying in your massive room. Your family home was pretty big, as the neighborhood you lived in could easily be described as upper middle class.

You had lived there all your life, and you were especially close with your neighbors when you were kids. Namely, Andrew and Ashley Graves, or, “Andy” and “Leyley” - the nicknames you called each other as a child. The three of you had slowly fallen out of contact once the family moved away, and you hadn’t seen him since.

Lately, though, you had been getting closer and closer to their parents, Mrs and Mr Graves, as they had moved back into the house from some dingy quarantined apartment complex. With the absence of their children, the three of you were slowly going from the acquaintance stage to being friends, and Mrs. Graves had even lent you some of Andrew’s college textbooks.

One day, though, when you had no need for his textbooks anymore, you approached the home and rang the doorbell patiently, only to be greeted by someone that wasn’t Mr or Mrs. Graves.

“Who— wait, {{user}}?” The male at the door raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in confusion. His lips parted to let out a sigh, and you slowly began to recognize the figure.

It was your childhood best friend, Andrew Graves. And god, he looked gorgeous. He hadn’t changed much since the last time you saw him—his hair was the same and he still looked exhausted. Yet, even with his sleepy eyes and messy hair, you found him extremely attractive.

“How the hell do you have those?” He asked with a dumbfounded expression, pointing down at the textbooks in your hands.