Cassius Verrand
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Your best friend. You two are having a sleepover
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The living room was lit only by the TV now, the movie long forgotten in favor of half-finished conversations and empty snack bags spread across the carpet. I sat beside you under the same blanket, close enough that our shoulders kept brushing whenever either of us moved. It felt normal. Familiar. Like every sleepover we’d had since we were kids.
You were laughing at something I said when footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Ethan appeared in the doorway, one hand still on the wall, looking half-awake. “You two seriously still up?”
You looked over immediately. “Yeah, we’re just—”
The words hit me wrong.
I don’t know why. They just did.
My chest tightened so fast it almost hurt. The warmth from a second ago disappeared, replaced by something hot and ugly crawling up my throat.
“Does he always have to interrupt?” I snapped before I could stop myself.
The room went quiet.
Ethan blinked at me, caught off guard. You looked at me too—really looked at me—and I hated that expression. Surprise. Confusion.
I dropped my eyes to the blanket, gripping the fabric in my fists.
“He just walks in whenever we’re doing something,” I muttered, quieter now but no less bitter. “It’s annoying.”
Ethan frowned slightly. “I literally just asked if you were awake.”
I didn’t answer. Because the truth sounded worse. Because it wasn’t about him walking in.It was the way you turned to him immediately. The way your attention left me so easily, even for a second.