"Ty, come on! You're so slow! Shit, it's 7 pm already!"

You shuffle through your bag, anxious with the probability of whether you forgot to bring something for the second time. He scoffs while leaning at the door, turning his attention from his phone to you with a raised eyebrow. Peeking through strokes of his hair are his narrowed eyes, judging you at its best.

"You're kidding, right? I've been here since an hour ago, watching another Die Hard with your dad—plus—listening him complaining about his wife for postponing the date night cause she's suddenly wanted at her job—not to mention how it turned out that your mom surprised him just so she could wait for the anniversary cake—and how I ran here the second I just. knew. your dad almost got laid in front of me."

Following his finished speech, he shakes his head. A subtle expression of disdain crosses his face as he nonchalantly adjusts the hem of his favorite white Phillies jersey. Too stunned to speak, you just stare at him in traumatized knowledge and say,

"You know too much I think I have to kill you."

However.. as you return your attention to the mirror, you wonder why there's a subtle sense of.. something missing. You feel like you're already rocking your ensemble, though. As he rolls his eyes and shifts his focus back to his phone, casually tossing his blue NY baseball cap up and down in a playful manner, you suddenly realize something much more important. Frantically, you run to your bathroom and grab a towel from the wall.

"Shit! This is why I look so ugly every time I look in the mirror!"

Giving up the thought that you might head out in a matter of minutes—emphasize on the minutes—he enters your bedroom and gives in to the puffy armchair beside your bed, sighing, "Long as you don't put those in front of me. Still have nightmares about it."

"God why am I born like this? I mean—it's fine if you're forced to wear beautiful eyes for like—two weeks straight—" you keep rambling as you wear one clear soft lense in your right eye, "but the problem is, I'm fucking running out of em!" you continue to complain as you put on the left one, "Now I could only wear my plain ol dark brown eyes—I mean if it's light brown it'll still be tolerable though—'' squeezing some Biotrue to your eyes, you blink hastily in front of the mirror and stare at your reflection, "but—dark. brown eyes?! Look at me—"

"First of all—are you done putting on the soft lenses?" Tyler sucks air through his teeth out of annoyance and sneers impatiently, ear's on fire after listening to both dad and daughter complain.

Knitting your eyebrows together, you shout, "Yes I'm done—!"

"Second of all, stop yelling." Tyler commands firmly as he jumps and throws his baseball cap on the armchair. Walking to the bathroom door, he continues, "Third of all—stop degrading brown eyes. I have one and I'm proud of it?" he leans on the bathroom door, crossing his hands on his chest. Cavill raises an eyebrow at your reflection just to be replied with constant frowning.

"Well thank you for your input, River King—but everything on you and of you gets automatically good! Plus—yours are lighter!" you complain with palms sandwiching your cheeks, "look at mine!"

Shaking his head in defeat, he stares at your insecure self attentively.. but not until a slight smirk forms on his lips. You're too busy frowning at your reflection, not paying attention to the footsteps approaching you..

When you feel his body already behind you, slouching his head down to your shoulder. At the sudden moment, you grow tense, you can feel his breath get closer to your left ear. Both of his hands went to grip the edges of the bathroom sink, overlapping yours. The reflection of your matching friendship bracelets together send a smile to your face—but you try to suppress it by your fake pouting and your rolling eyes.

He smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing.

Then, his right hand crosses your body, reaching the side of your face. His index finger raised to delicately.. touch your right temple.. and tap the corner of your right eye. Huskily, he murmurs under his breath to say,

"What? They're pretty."

Damn you, you pretty thing.

A blush immediately appears on your cheeks. He keeps staring you down amusingly. Absolutely satisfied with your reaction. He chuckles and tilts his head, slightly nudging it to yours..

Come on, come on. Don't fall to his annoying antics—

"And you.. have galaxy in yours."

You purse your lips in amusement, no more trying to prevent those blush—

—from shining, glimmering splendid. I'll let my face be the canvas brother and sister cause heck. He's so good you gotta acknowledge his finesse. And yes—his skill to learn quickly.

You both stare at each other until both break off to extreme giggles. You feel his chest moving behind you as you lean your back to his chest and give him a coy smile, "Wow you learn fast chiqo, look at me all flushed."

"If Wattpad's opening any muse employment please let me know," he jokes, giving you the charming lopsided grin as you continue your giggle.

Then you turn, facing him, grinning. Still trapped between the sink and him. He adjusts his position—now only supported by his left palm on the edge of the sink. Giving the both of you room to comfortably.. gaze at each other's eyes.

"And what? Now we're lost in each other's eyes? Are we making a fanfiction or something?" you tease, tilting your head playfully with a crinkled nose.

Bet with me.

An eyebrow raise.. glinting dark brown eyes—bewitching smile.. charming comebacks..

He chuckles and tilts his head, following you. In a flash, with an eyebrow raised, Cavill exaggeratedly supports his chin on his hand and puts his Oscars act back on, muttering, "Hmmmm if you'd give me time to think—"

Now you're giggling nonstop, forgetting all the insecurity you felt just moments ago, thanks to his never-ending clownery to cheer you up. Suddenly, that playful pout of his switches in a blink into a devilish grin as he smugly tease,

"Nah, romcom is more like it."

What the—why he gotta smirk like that and say we're in a romcom—he crazy?! Anyway—

I won the bet again~

Delighted by your reactions, he observes your face intently. He moistens his lips with his tongue, pride jousting through the roof—but to his surprise, you circle your arms behind his neck. Despite the fact that you see his eyes widen, still, you pull him closer, making him gulp.

Nevermind, I'm crazier.

"So.. we're done with the staring.. What do you think gonna happen after?"

Pulling the most seductive attempt you could've ever done to him, you also moisten and bite your lips. Leaving him with a stunned demeanor. Imagine your pride making The King of River High blush like crazy right now. For a while, he keeps staring as he darts his gaze from your fluttering eyes to your full lips. But the moment he fixes himself, in a trice, he pulls your waist closer to him, startling you. You can't help but gasp a little, no longer capable of keeping your cool.

"Maybe.. we could skip the party and.."

He leans closer..

and closer..

His eyes dropping lower..

and lower..

Apparently he's enchanting you, owing to the fact that now your eyes get too heavy, too enticed by him. Now his gaze is fixed on nowhere but your lips. Now you're the one's gulping. As he's getting closer, you're starting to smell his sweet burnt sunkissed skin. And you can't help but let out a whisper,

"..and?"

This moment right now is too alluring, because now your heads start to tilt. Now you can hear his heart's beating faster next to yours, his breathing fasting as he whispers, "and—"

BUZZ! BUZZ!

When his phone breaks loose!

Making the two of you jump from each other so hastily, separating the both of you from your imaginations! You hear Tyler curse under his bated breath and check the damn notification. Disappointment flash through his face as the name of the sender surfaces on the screen,

"Wyatt you son of a—"

"Aaand cut. We got a party to attend to aren't we—"

You hesitate, being the first to retract from his embrace and briskly turn your attention back to the mirror. An attempt to rearrange your composure—to sort out your feelings.

Phew, cross the rom–and comedy is all we get. Well.. a little bit disappointed but—wait what? Hell no! I'm not disappointed! Anyway—it's not like we're going to actually kiss.

...

right..?

No. Stop hallucinating Emilia Winters! Ew this is Tyler Cavill? The guy who drooled every time he sleeps even until he's 9 years old? Girl bye.

Despite your disappointment, in a blink you change your focus onto your makeup. His once stunned demeanor took a turn the moment he witnessed your brisk complete ignorance, already engrossed in perfecting your blush. He crosses his arms on his chest and looks down as an attempt to restore himself. Resulting in him shaking his head as he grins, and lets out an almost inaudible whisper,

"Man, you're such a Libra."

"Huh, did you say something?" you put a halt from applying more gloss on your lips, assuming to have heard him say something.

Eyes peeking between strands of his hair, he darts his eyes to you with a lopsided grin and whispers, "Nothing."

"Ugh—alright then, wait—one more second and I'm done," you continue perfecting your makeup as he chuckles and watches your reflection in amused disbelief.

Soon, you arrive at Wyatt's.

The moment you get off Tyler's bike, you're already greeted with shiny paving stones. As Tyler parks his bike at the basement, you look around to immerse yourself in the stunning view.

Wyatt's isn't as near as mine to Ty—well, no shit—but it's still in the neighborhood. Nevertheless, everybody knows this was the biggest out of all of ours. Two story stone walls, an architecture which very much shouts Mediterranean.. Warm lights beautifully placed on the pavements, the gardens.. Wisteria hanging by the repetitive arch..

Damn, should I propose a renovation to mom and dad—

BOO!

Woken up from your reverie, you let out a little shriek. Hands firmly gripping your arms, you roll your eyes as you already know who the culprit is without needing to turn your head.

It's Tyler, letting out a loud satisfactory laugh. Most probably very proud of himself right now.

Of course he is—annoying me has been his established achievement since forever, remember?

"Ugh, why are you so fast?" you ask, questioning him, resentfully wondering how on earth, whenever you guys are late—still—he always gets a parking spot so quickly.

Letting you go with a smug scoff, he asserts, "I'm a VIP here, remember?" Then he swiftly moves to tousle your hair, a deliberate attempt specifically to annoy you further.

Tackling his hands and promptly fixing your hair, you respond with a scoff, "You're the special bro, not the VIP." Giving him a perfect roll of your eyes, you start walking down the pathways with eyes wandering around, leaving him behind.

Ignoring your sassiness, he shrugs and catches a little jog so that he's already beside you again. "Very much likely.. The VIP." But then as if he realized something, his expression transforms into disgust, "Shit—do not ever say 'special bro' again it actually sounds like we—"

"What? You are having a bromance situationship with Wyatt, remember?"

You reply dryly, still so focused on the beauty of the house whilst attempting to reach the stars of wisterias above you. Playing his keys in a rotation motion on his fingers, he shrugs and replies, "That's milder. Acceptable."

All of the sudden, you sigh dreamily and blurt, "Damn I could never get tired of this house."

That's when Cavill starts to take attention to his surroundings. Still, it's not like he's not impressed, but the feel of familiarity is more what's there to him. Maybe because he comes here much more often than you. It's true then. When you're too accustomed to great things, you tend to appreciate it less, right?

"Well, despite all of that fun exterior, always remember that Liam's the Wyatt Enterprise's only son. Right—please remind me everytime I start to piss him off too often, Winters,"

"I won't~"

You sing your disapproval—only to be played like a doll as he rests a hand upon your head, moves your head upside down and makes a mocking voice mimicking you, "Yes I will, My King."

You tackle his hands in annoyance and flash him a pout—only to be greeted with his charming lopsided grin. In haste, Cavill puts an arm around your shoulders and drags you to the main porch.

This is when you start to see people, scattered all around. Boys start greeting him like The King that he is. You see girls begin to whisper when he's near.. but when it comes to you, the girl's stare starts to change into a glare, and the boys'—it always starts with a sheepish boyish smile though, but when their gazes dart to the one beside you..

They end up turning away.

Every time you're in this déjà vu, the urge of wanting to run to them and explain—to plead, "No! Hear me out—" but all you could do.. is move your hopeless stare to the boy beside you.. and thought to yourself—

Yeah, I always wonder why. We'll see what'll change after that damned rule is now thrown away, though! Anyway, he promised he'll let me find a boyfriend tonight, so—

With Tyler leading at the front, you finally get inside the house. The room's already packed with oceans of social climbers, EDM music blasting through the rooftops—

The rooftops, yeah phew. If I could have a house nearly as big as this? I swear I'd be doing jumping jacks through the rooftops every single fucking day.

Through the dancing crowd, you spot someone standing at the far end of the room, waiting. Dominic nods to the both of you in certain acknowledgement. And per usual, you'd hear Tyler announce, "Hey, I'm gonna go to Dom alright?"

"Yeah sure, have fun, Bro! Careful with the illegal transactions!" you playfully joke, only to be replied by his chuckle before he walks away. You see him reach Dom just when a girl walks past them, swaying her hips, trying to catch their attention. You roll your eyes to the sight, giving a 180 degree reaction to their smirks and so called bro code whispers.

"The girl's name again?" Tyler asks while warming his hands over the bonfire. The backyard's not that wide, but it's enough to fit 50 people to swarm around the flame.

Oh and when the author says backyard, she means a beach. You know, with the white sands.. and the shimmering ocean behind us? You know, that's why there's a bonfire? You know—

Yeah—that's what I meant, Winters. Ok back to stalking our main hotties—

Hunt follows to sit beside him, gulping a big amount of beer before hinting, "Taylor. And I assure you, she wants you to go to her," the same time he nods slightly to where she stands. The same time the girl shoots flirty glances here and there at them.

"And you, to call her again," Cavill scoffs as he sips the forbidden mix from his red cup, knowing exactly how the girls are when they're around them—just shooting shots on whom wants to be with them, because either option is way above their level of 'acceptable'. Way above their standards.

"Well that's my point bro, I'm giving you a chance. Do this now, or I'll steal that chance from you, again." Dom smirks while giving him the side eye proudly.

Tyler lets out another scoff before sneering in between his drinks, "Sheesh you're too confident I feel like throwing up. After the stunt you just pulled—"

"It's not confidence, Tyty—"

"Fuck if you call me that once more—"

"It's a skill. You gotta elevate those before you're stuck like Wyatt right there," ignoring Tyler's complaint, he scorns at two figures standing on the other side of the big bonfire. Tyler chuckles when he sees Liam and Eve dancing carelessly, as though the world is theirs. But when his gaze moves somewhat further to the side..

He sees you.

With a red cup in your hand, also watching the two of them warmly. Left arm crossed against your chest, you stand there, recognizing the surroundings, until you find another pair of eyes across the bonfire. You both hold eye contact until Cavill nods along with him raising his eyebrows and gives you a charming smile.

You reply with a nod and a grin—but you feel another pair of eyes set on you. Not far.. just an inch to the side..

In curiosity, Tyler follows your gaze—to find you turning your attention to..

Dominic.

Also staring at you in an unknown expression, as he's always been the one no one can read. But there's a look of question.. of.. curiosity.

Tyler keeps glaring at him in suspicion, until Dom senses—hell anyone couldn't would be too fucking dense—from the edge of his eye and turns to him. For a second he gives back the glare until he gives up and gives Tyler a disinterested side eye and asks in the most cynical reply, "What?" and switches his focus to his beer.

"Don't you even dare think about it."

Tyler declares, threatening his bro in a serious manner. Dom's tongue protrudes on his left cheek, signing his irritation. He knows damn well where this is going. As when Tyler about to continue his speech, "In our case, Rule #8—"

"You know what? I think I need a refill."

Leaving with a disinterested face, Dom walks away coldly. Tyler watches him in disgust as he yells, "What the—"

But not to his surprise, he finds Dom turns around—just to give him the finger. And he's back in business, making his way to the bar, already surrounded by a group of chicks. Heaving a heavy sigh, Cavill can only shake his head and mutter under his breath,

"You son of a bitch."

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