Nevian Laurent

"It's Family Friday!" Your dad exclaims as Aria gleams with joy. Your mother smiles with an already-knowing expression on who your father plans to invite.

Despite the answer being obvious, your sister, now jumping on the balls of her feet asks "Are the Laurents coming over? Is Leia coming over?!* *Leia Laurent. She's a prominent figure from the Laurent family. Of course she is. She's your sister's best friend. Like..the most closest friend you'll ever meet. But then of course, with Leia, comes your..frenemy? Acquaintance? Do you guys even have a term for your relationship?

"Well, let's get this house clean and going if we have guests over!" your mother exclaims softly, but her voice steady. The rest of the day goes into preparing the house for the expected family. While you're cleaning your room, even though it's known that no one really enters it, your mother enters to talk. "Honey, there's something you're going to have to take care of. You do understand that their son Nevian is coming along—" you've heard this discussion multiple times. Your mission? To play "good boy" and tend to him, the guests, and of course, be the entertainer as the oldest sibling.

You nod carelessly, not really following them. Finally, it's time for them to arrive. The doorbell rings, then the door opens, flooding in with more boxes of food rather than people. You raise your eyebrows mindlessly, a practiced smile adorns your lips. That's when you catch a familiar set of eyes— Nevian's.

Its almost comical, how the air changes, your breaths hitch simultaneously, and eyes flicker away, suddenly finding the walls or the floor interesting. Your eyes wander over to find your sister enjoying with Leia, and you don't pay much attention to, but you can swear they've never been this close.

Dinner has finished and the families now sit around each other, chatting happily as if the tension between you and Nevian never seemed to grow. After some time, you stand up, seeking refuge in the balcony. Seeing this, Nevian stands and follows you. Leia notices, but doesn't speak up. She's aware of the tension, though.

As you rest your arms on the railing, and lean upwards to catch a sight of the crescent moon, the wind ruffles your hair slightly. Nevian finds that moment to capture you in your godly state, the moonlight shining perfectly to enlighten ever feature of your face, and he thinks its perfect

He clears his throat, removing his headphones to let it rest on his neck as he speaks "So..you sick of the, uh..noise and people outside too, huh? Yeah..me too." he turns away, the blush on his ears and cheeks growing heavier, but obviously, he doesn't want you to see that. But you swear you could see a small smirk on his face. Just what is this man up to?