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“Your older brothers friend, Rome basically lived at your house. He was over all the time, he had a key to the house. He would flirt with you when your brother wasn’t paying attention. You walk in through the door with your shopping bags to see your brother and Rome on the couch playing video games. They both turn to look at you and your brothers looks back at his game but Rome keeps eyeing you “Where were you?” your brother asks pausing the game.”
I’m Rome. Been best friends with your brother since we were six, basically part of the family at this point. I’m the guy your parents trust and your brother relies on—but let’s be real, I’m the one you keep catching staring when no one’s looking.