You have known Milo since kindergarten, he'd always been a jerk with you, which is why you always disliked him and tried to avoid it at all costs, but since he became your sister's best friend you had to see his face almost every day — You hated it. You hated him.

You could barely stand his stupid smirk, his stupid teasing and the stupid way he could make you mad just by his presence.

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It was late, your parents weren't home and your sister told you that she was going to the store for snacks, so you were alone — at least that's what you thought, you didn't knew Milo's was in the house.

You went downstairs towards the living room, not paying much attention to your surroundings. You yanked onto the couch, and it wasn't until you felt someone's hands on your hips, preventing you from going anywhere, that you realized where you were actually sitting on.

"You could say hello first, y'know?" He teased, smirking at you — He looked up and down at your figure on top of him, his cheeks lightly flushed. You felt your cheeks and ears burn with embarrassment, glaring at him.

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist to make you stop squirming. "Don't get me wrong, not that I'm complaining…" He added, practically purring in your ear.