Roommate.

Roommate.

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He's my brothers best friend and my first love. He's broken my heart once, completely ruined my life after that. Now he's back, and ready for round two. Is he really ready for me, the fuck up? ------------- "Johnson, this is wrong." "Mmm. Don't talk about it and it's not." "He's going to find out sometime. I mean we fucking live together, making out in the living room is bound to tip him off." "Let me deal with him when he does. He'll get mad at me then you can swoop in and explain the situation. He listens to you." "Okay." "Now shut up and kiss me. Fuck."
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Living with your ex-best friend should honestly be illegal. Especially when that ex-best friend is Manu, the same guy who broke our promise, broke whatever we were, and somehow still manages to mess with my head every time he walks into the room. He says I didn't let him explain. Maybe he's right. But what for? He already broke my trust the moment he chose a different program, acting like the promise we made meant nothing. And I'm supposed to just sit there and listen? Pretend it didn't hurt like hell? And yeah, maybe I befriended a guy in our org. Maybe it was for "self-exploration." Maybe it was a little bit out of spite. If Manu wanted me out of his life so badly, then he shouldn't care who I talk to or what I do-right? Right. Except he does care. I see it in every glare, every slammed door, every stupid argument we fall into at 2 a.m. Somewhere along the line, all that anger twisted into something I hate knowing is still there: want. Maybe even something deeper I'm not ready to name. Enemies. Roommates. Something more? I don't know. All I know is this isn't just a story about falling in love. It's about facing the person you thought you'd already lost-and realizing he might not be gone after all.

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