One may seem like he loves you but then he runs off with another girl and left you cause he didn't have the same feelings for you anymore. After him, you've met a "bad boy" whom everyone warned you about, of course, you didn't listen and stayed clos...
After school, you finally saw Win-Win waiting for you as you walk towards him and ask him to walk you home. "Of course I will, that's what I do every day," he smiles as he held your hand and pulls you along as he walks further away from the school. "Thanks. I need to check on Braxton," you said as your hands began to shake. He notices and gave you a worried look as he walks faster. As you finally arrive home, you let go of his hand and ran into the house. He slowly follows you and closes the door behind him. You saw your brother sitting on the sofa and eating a snack. "Hey, Braxton." "Hello." "How was your day?" "Good, how was yours?" "Good," you said as you avoid eye contact then head to the kitchen. "Win-Win, would you like anything to drink?" "Water is fine," you gave him a cold water bottle. "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Are you sure? You're shaking and seem nervous? "Well, I might have a date tonight," you said before taking a huge sip. "Woah! What? With who?" he questions with a worried look. "No one to worry about," you lied as you sat the bottle down on the counter and quickly left the kitchen to go to your room. He makes a snack then walk to the living room and sat next to your brother. He looks to Win-Win, "what's going on with my sister?" "She's going on a date." "With who?" "No idea. All I know is someone I don't have to worry about." "Why do you watch other guys make a move on her when you could ask her yourself?" "Why would I?" "Because you like my sister. If not ask her out then say something nice to her that makes her smile." "You'd be a good wingman if this situation wasn't complicated." "How is it complicated? I know she cares for you just as much as you care for her." "You're a smart kid but our feelings for each other are different. She probably thinks of me as a brother." Braxton nods as he continues to eat. Win-Win continues after taking a few bites of his snack, "do you want to go to your aunt's house? Or stay here with me?" "If it's not a problem with you." "Good, I don't mind. I will let her know after she is done," the moment he said that is when he heard his phone vibrate. He picks up his phone and checks his notification. He received a text from you and immediately said, "oh! She's done." He quickly runs to your bedroom. Braxton shook his head and let out a deep sigh, "he's whipped for my sister."
As he opens the door he saw you laying four items on the bed (you can pick one of any choice).
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You look to Win-Win with a gentle smile, "Which outfit do you think I should wear?" He blinks in disbelief, "uh, this one." He points to the outfit (the reader chose) best fits your taste.
With that said, you picked up the outfit from the bed and held it close to you as you turn to the body mirror. You can see Win-Win afar as he looks at you with sadness in his eyes. You knew this would bother him but you didn't expect it to be this bad. "Are you okay?" you ask as you look at his reflection. He shows a faint smile, "yes, I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "The only thing I would be worried about is who the mystery guy." You gelt guilty keeping it a secret from him, "don't worry, I will be fine even if it doesn't work out," you gave him an assuring smile. "Good," he looks down as he continues to speak, "if he treats you badly then screw him. He's missing out on someone great." You were speechless but happy to hear him say nice things to you. "Thanks," you sway back and forth, hinting that you need to change. He awkwardly smiles, "oh! Is it cool if I stay with your brother tonight?" "Of course, he would like that. He's always with aunt Martha." "Awesome! I will let him know," he says as he finally walks out of the room and closed the door behind him.
