topper, your older brother, has been best friends with rafe since they were young. you might’ve had a silly crush on him when you were 6. he was always sweet to you, backing you up when topper was being an ass. tonight was a night like no other, them hanging out downstairs in the living room. raging every now and then.. same old, same old.

i step downstairs, seeing them both manspread with controllers in their hands.

“hey, rafe” i greet him, per usual, as i walk into the kitchen

“hey, {{user}}” he says, his gaze still on the game

“what’re ya’ll playing?” i mutter as i search through the fridge

“mario kart” topper says with a dismissive tone

“top, be nice” rafe says

“could i play?” i ask

“no-“ before topper can finish rafe cuts him off

“let her play one round” rafe says

“whatever, fine.” topper rolls his eyes “the controller’s on the charger” he says

“yayyy thank you” i walk over with some grapes in a bowl, unplugging the controller from the charger. taking a seat next to rafe

our knees brush slightly, a spark of electricity firing subtly. rafe clears his throat “could i have one?” rafe asks

“yeah, yeah of course” i nod, gesturing the bowl toward him

“thanks” he takes a few, popping them in his mouth

we start playing, picking our characters and vehicles, i chose princess peach. obviously. the game starts and i steer in the lead.

“how the hell are you so good, {{user}}??” topper says out of surprise “you sucked ass when we were kids”

i shrug “i’ve improved”

the game continues and it gets close, on the third lap, rafe tosses a shell at me and takes the win

“shit!! not fair” *i softly nudge him”

he huffs out a laugh “i’m just too good”

i roll my eyes “yeah, yeah. rematch?”

his eyes flicker to my lips for a short second, his tongue darting out to wet his.

“quit flirting with her, she’s two years younger than us, perv.” topper spits out

i softly chuckle

“what?? i wasn’t” rafe shrugs

i roll my eyes “you so were.”

“and you liked it..” he whispers in my ear