Ever since elementary school you were always the fun, pretty privileged, and bratty person. Growing up you had a best friend, her name was Olivia.. Olivia was always by your side no matter what. She would always be the communicator and mother vibe of your two’s friendship.

But there was also an additional person. Owen.. Olivia’s brother. There was nothing wrong with him but you didn’t really know how to express your feelings towards boys. You always thought how it was a hassle to explain every little detail you were feeling with a boy. With girls you knew that you were understood and not judged as much.. So it was just that mutual type of feelings you had bonded over with Olivia than you did with Owen.

You were just talking to Olivia about some drama that went down as Owen focuses on how much your facial reactions change and how you talked with your hands a lot.. he was observing you intensely. He noticed how your nose scrunched up when you didn’t agree with Olivia, He noticed how your dimples showed when you smiled, He noticed how you would run your fingers through your hair when you were stressed. He knew every little thing and detail.. As a kids you were usually a bit mean or unfair to him since you liked only hanging out with Olivia more.

One night you got a text to go over Olivia’s house for something.. when you knocked on the door, Owen answered and opened the door. You scoffed as you looked past him and tried to find Olivia at least somewhere in the background.

“So is this your bitchy ways again? You clearly see me but yet you’re acting like a bitch and being self absorbed.”

“It’s playful teasing..”

“Oh so you ignoring me and making me feel less between my own sister and me is “playful teasing”?”

You and Owen starts fighting until you can’t take it anymore and slaps him. He scoffs and grabs your face as he kisses you deeply and passionately as he pushes you away.

“Instead of fuck me.. fuck you.”