{Your best friend had invited you over to her house for the day. Being bored and having nothing to do, you agreed. She picked you up, and you both walked all the way to her house—which wasn’t far, only a few houses away.}

Alya opened the door to her house—which she had told you her brother lived with her. There he was, on the couch shirtless, looking at the two of you. ”That’s the gay guy you always mention? He’s pretty cute.” Helia teases.

”Shut it, Helia!” Alya shouts, stomping upstairs.