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Chapter Eighty-Eight

With designing a clothing line comes promoting it, which is something I had to do once it was announced.
Dan and I talked about it, since he definitely knew more about it than I did and he suggest that I came to the radio show.

"No.", I immediately said when he threw the idea into the room, one cold evening.

"Please? I mean you obviously don't have to, but I'd love to have you on the show since I am more than proud of you."

"I know... It's not that I don't want to come on the show it's just that it will start the rumours all over again and everyone will freak out and draw stupid assumptions, just when everything started to calm down a bit."

"Very true. Plus I don't think I'll be able to not kiss you or flirt with you for an hour or not look at you like I am in fucking love with you or just make it clear how close we are."

"Daniel, you're so annoying.", I laughed.

"Why?", he now laughed.

"You treat me way too well."

"Oh no I don't. You deserve to be treated even better."

All I did in response to that is look at him lovingly and kiss him.

"Think about it though.", he continued, playing with my hair, "I'd love to have you on the show and promote the living shit out of your line."

I signed: "I guess I'll think about it. But there will definitely be rumors, you know that, right?"

"Yea, but let them talk. I think there could be worse rumors than people thinking we are together."

"I guess so. Do you ever plan on, like- announcing our relationship?"

"Well firstly only if you were okay with it. But I don't think I want to right now, it's already hard enough to somewhat share you with Phil now."

He was right. Phil and I spend a lot of time together when Dan is doing stuff and we share our common talents, such as being nothing against Dan in Mario Kart.

But I definitely let them have their 'bro time', even if these two are on the other spectrum of 'bro'.

Most days would go like this:

We all wake up extremely late, eat 'breakfast' (more like brunch) together while watching TV and chatting along.
Most of the time we spend our afternoons separated, since they always have tons of work to do and so did I.
In the evening, we would all come back together, chill at home and play stupid games if Phil insists we do.
Then I get ready for bed while they have their 'bro time' and sit on my phone until Dan joins me for some 'quality alone time', as we like to call it.

A repeating routine I would probably never get sick of.

Or would I?