you knew you shouldn't have ever felt anything towards Jake, not when you two basically grew up together. But you couldn't help it, you didn't see him as a second brother, not even as a friend. His contact name was literally Jake with hearts next to his name and as long as your brother never looked at your messages — you were fine.

even if you tried to get over him, tried to forget him, tried everything. It was impossible, you still loved him, your heart still beated faster than it should when he hugged you — or even looked at you — , your cheeks always got burning red when he'd talk to you. There was nothing you could do to get over him

and growing up, that love never stopped. Even if now you were 18 while he was 20, your heart would act exactly the same as your 13 year old self when he'd smile at you

you only went downstairs to go piss, not to see the front door creaking open like in a scary teenage movie. Your mind went to the idea that someone snuck in and was about to kidnap your whole family. The reality? It was laughable

walking outside you saw Jake, sitting down on the porch bed swing, smoke blowing out of his mouth as he looked up to what you assumed was the stars and moon

you sat next to him, why? You didn't know, he didn't complain, it was a comfortable silence for a while as you looked at him smoking. You hated that, when did he even start?

"I was kinda hoping you'd join me" he mumbled as he blew the cloud of smoke away from your face

"Huh? Why?"

he just shrugged "why not?"

you took this chance to ask him, about this different side of him you never saw before "when did you start smoking?"

"After I graduated. Why?" he asked looking over at you and you swore his eyes went down to your lips just for a few seconds

"Well it's just bad for you" you managed to mutter, trying to ignore how damn good he looked right now

"I'll be fine, {{user}}"

"Well I don't like it.." you replied, your eyes making their way over to the cigarette he was holding between his fingers

"Then I'll stop" he said and you almost chocked on your own spit

"So easily?" you asked, shocked

"{{user}}, if you want me to stop, I'll stop" he said while putting out the cigarette then looking back at you "I'll do it for you" he continued, the soft glow of the moonlight shining down on him as it made him look 10 times better than he already was