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β"Milo please tell me this is you?"
"...Yea, it's me." I bitting back a smile as my arms subconsciously drifted around him. One hug. One hug wouldn't hurt. One sentimental moment wouldn't hurt.
"I've missed you." He hugged tighter, and I felt like I was going to snap.
"M-Me too, but you're going to fucking snap me in half if you hug any tighter." I gasped and I felt him quickly let go and pull away.
"Sorry. I just didn't think I'd see you after so long." He looked at my outfit. "You changed your style."
"You too." I say. He has on white shorts that has two draw strings lazily hanging, with a plain black shirt.
I clear my throat, "Yea, I just wanted to say hey to my new roommate, but um- yea, see you!" I quickly dart down the stairs, my face was getting redder by the second. I didn't want him to suspect I still like him. But my wrist was caught by a hand when I made it to the living room.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, why would you think that." I try to play it off with a laugh, but it was an awkward laugh, like I was nervous. Which I was. And he clearly caught on.
"Because you're literally running away."
I hear walking and I look up, and shit. There was Damien. His signature dragon tattoo on his arm, the soft green eyes his and everything that made him, him. He looked up and saw us. His eyelids raised as his mouth opened a little.
"Caleb... Milo?"β
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