@bufbiwh719: I loved this story, so I made an interactive version on Cycle AI where you can step into any character and live it yourself！ “Three weeks. You help me out, you get your shoes back.” Noah delivered this offer like he was doing me a favor. I stared at the sneakers in his hand. They were beautiful. They had also ruined my life considerably faster than expected. I hadn't meant to hit him. Luke had taken the twins to a movie while I went shoe shopping. One minute I was admiring my new turquoise high-tops; the next, I tripped and the box went flying over the mall railing. When I looked down, Noah was rubbing his head. I did the mature thing and disappeared. This required more strategy than you'd think. He lived next door, was my brother's best friend, and regularly occupied our couch. Avoiding him would have meant moving out. Worse, I liked him. Had for years. At school, girls watched the football captain pass like it was a scheduled event. I rolled my eyes with the confidence of a girl who definitely hadn't memorized his smile. To him, I was Luke's little sister. The one he teased, the one who hid in her room. A safe person to put an arm around without thinking. That evening, he did exactly that during a movie. My head fit against his shoulder. I hated how happy that made me. Especially when my brand-new shoes were the reason his head hurt. “Some girl hit me at the mall,” he said, asking for ice. I volunteered. Innocent people were helpful. Probably. In the kitchen, he watched me dig through the freezer. I handed him peas, our fingers touched, and my heart reacted like we hadn't already established that this boy was a problem. Luke asked what he'd do when he found her. “Give her the shoes back.” Relief. “After she agrees to help me out for three weeks.” Relief canceled. The search lasted a week. Posters went up. I concentrated on schoolwork. A scholarship might get me out of town, although ideally before the investigation concluded. Then, on the one evening everyone was out, he interrupted my bedroom singing performance with the evidence in his hand. “Cinderella.” I said no to his deal. Very clearly. I was proud of myself for almost four seconds. He turned to leave and mentioned Disneyland. I called him back. Mom couldn't afford the trip I'd wanted since childhood. Dad had other priorities, usually his girlfriend. Hearing Noah offer it made that old, carefully folded-away wish unfold all at once. I hated that he could see how much I wanted it. “Nothing I'm uncomfortable doing,” I said. “No dishes.” He seemed deeply amused by the second condition. I was deeply serious. We agreed. He put the shoes down. Then he touched my face, and I stopped preparing my next insult. He kissed me. I hadn't negotiated for that. Hadn't even let myself hope for it. Now I needed an answer to the one question I'd been too scared to ask for years. Was I still just his best friend's little sister? https://cycleai-link.pages.dev/J9XF1R #BookTok #RomCom #RomanceBooks #BrothersBestFriend #TeenRomance FriendsToLovers BookLovers

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