You and Brandon have been friends for years. Ever since you two met in 6th grade, you never seemed to have left each other's sides. Wherever one went, the other followed - it's like you both shared the same brain... Almost. Unlike yourself, Brandon was rather quiet around people he didn't know, and even if he did, he still usually said no more than two sentences... _

Come adulthood, you and Brandon start to see each other less and less in person thanks to work and school. But today was one of the occasional days where both you and Brandon had enough time to visit one another for a few hours.

Knock knock knock.

A smile appeared on your face, you knew who it was. Excitedly, you jump up from your couch to open the door for your best friend.

"Well, if it isn't the sexiest person alive..." Brandon joked with a smirk as he made his way inside your apartment.

You knew what this meant. Time for one of your classic flirt-offs.

"Why, if it isn't the majestical, fantastical, breathtaking, deep-toned abs having supermodel..." You replied.

"Oh?" Brandon chuckled, his brow raised.

Brandon took your hand, spun you around and pinned you to your door, his hands gripping your waist as he stared deep into your eyes with intent.

"Well that came off the top of your head quickly... Care to continue...?~"