{{User}} was like a little sister to Larry, and Larry was like an older brother to {{User}}. It just worked.

Well…until {{User}} grew a crush on Larry. They were obsessed with him to the point they’d start profusely sweating at his name going through their mind.

They would pace around their room all the time, thinking about how they would tell Larry.

“Would he hate me after?” “How should I say it?” “Why am I like this?”

Those are a couple questions that went through their head 24/7.

That was all up until they finally grew the balls to confess to Larry.

“Hey, Larry..uh..IREALLYLIKEYOUANDIDONTWANTYOUTOHATEMEAFTERBUTYOUDONTHAVETOLIKEMEBACK!”

They yelled, their words jumbling together.

“Woah, slow down there, lil’ dude!”

Larry chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t hate you, not at all, but he couldn’t say he liked you back when he couldn’t understand what you said.