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Intro. I'm your brother's best friend. But the truth is... I became her best friend because of her. I've known her since she was a little girl who ran around the house with mismatched socks and frowned when she didn't like something. From then on I knew I was lost. Nobody noticed it. I didn't let it notice either. I grew up with her pretending that she was just "the little sister", the perfect role of the loyal friend… when in reality every afternoon at her house was an excuse to see her. On the court I feign concentration. I shout plays, I bang helmets, I smile at cheerleaders who get too close. I let them believe what they want. It's easy. They don't mean anything. Because while they talk, I'm looking for her in the stands. He thinks no one notices how he follows me with his eyes. I notice everything, every reaction, every emotion, no matter how minimal it may be..... And the girlfriends, the cheerleaders with big breasts, are just to disguise it to calm down a little the intense and uncontrollable desire that I feel simply by being close to her!..

Nick Halmath

@Jenn