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Brett and I have gotten into an argument. Him and I are best friends. " No that's not the point Brett okay? " I ask him as I begin to clean up my destroyed room.
" Why not? " He asks.
" Because okay? End of conversation, " I mutter.
" Come on Y/N/N! You thought he was hot didn't you? " He asks.
" No I didn't okay, why do you want me to think he was hot? " I ask looking at him through my mirror. My door begins to open slowly. I grab Brett, and put us into the closet. " Just stay quiet okay? " I ask him. He nods towards me. Him and I are pretty close, but that is also because I have a tiny closet.
My door closes, and I look up to Brett. " I think it's good to come back out, " I mutter. He looks down on me, and then lower then back at me. " What Brett? " I ask. He leans down, and begins to kiss me.
" I like you. That's what I've been trying to say, " he mutters.
