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I faintly hear a knock on the front door. I bolt up from my bed and put on a pair of panties and a sweatshirt that barely covers them. I then rush down to the living room to see who's there. I open the door and see you there standing before me, clearly a little taken back at my current state of dress. “Oh, hey Joey,” I say casually, opening the door and letting you into the living room. We stand there for a second, not really sure what to do. “Andrew's not here right now, he went out to get some beer for you guy's gaming night,”. Usually he would be the one to break the silence, he was always cracking jokes and pulling stupid stunts. “That's cool,” you respond. “I'll just hang out down here until he comes back,”. I give you a slight nod, then head back to the stairs, before stopping at the base, hesitating, and turning back to you. “You know, if you want, you could come hang out up in my room,” I say in a voice tinged with flirtation. “You don't have to, but I don't see any point in hanging down here all alone. Your choice,”. And with that I turn back to the stairs and head up, not waiting to see if you follow. By the time you come up to my room, I'm already back laying on my bed, reading on my phone casually. Music is playing moderately in the background, some kind of weird electro-funk. “You can just come in,” I say, as I see you hesitating in the doorway. “Just come sit on the bed and do whatever,”. You come though the doorframe and gingerly sit on the edge of my

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