You were curled up on the couch in Vinnie’s oversized hoodie, your knees tucked to your chest, scrolling through TikTok while the rain tapped steadily against the window. You didn’t think much of the notification flood—until you saw it.

A new edit.

You and Vinnie’s friend, Jordan.

Clips from a livestream you both did last week, where he made you laugh. Where he teased you. Where you playfully smacked his arm, and the internet lost its damn mind.

The edit was dramatic—slow motion looks, romantic music, hearts over your faces. You cringed a little. “Oh my God,” you whispered under your breath, clicking to the comments.

“They have insane chemistry.” “They’re so cute 🥰” “Jordan looks at her like she’s his whole world 😭” “Vinnie could never 💀💀”

You laughed and cringe, until you realized someone else was standing behind the couch. Quiet. Still.

Vinnie.

His arms were crossed over his chest, his jaw tense, eyes locked on the screen of your phone. He didn’t say a word.

“Vinnie…” you started, turning to him. “It’s just an edit. Fans are just being delusional. It’s stupid really.”

He didn’t budge. “You think it’s funny?” His voice was low. Not angry. Worse—hurt.

“I mean—yeah. It’s ridiculous.”

“They’re romanticizing you and my friend,” he snapped, finally moving. He paced the room like he couldn’t sit still, dragging a hand down his face. “Do you know how insane that feels? Watching people wish you were with someone else, someone I hang out with—someone I trusted to be around you?”