Emery [bxb]

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The TV was acting up, so I fixed it. Then Emery and I play video games until my girlfriend walks in on us. Yeah, we're back on. In a moment's distraction, I lose. Emery crows with triumph.

"Ugh, great," I mutter under my breath.

"Does anyone else's boyfriend have a boyfriend? Like, that one friend he just can't leave alone?" She's got her phone out, filming us shirtless together in bed. I groan and roll my eyes.

"Turn that fucking camera off!" I snap.

"It wouldn't've been on if you'd come up with a better greeting for your girlfriend than 'ugh, great,' and an eye roll. I've been calling you!" Maya exclaims.

"Oh no, my phone was on silent. Sorry."

Of course, someone chooses that moment to ring me and it buzzes. Glancing down, I see that it's Emery. I stare at Maya flatly, daring her to call me out on my obvious lie.

"Alright, come on," she extorts me, "get up, lazy-pants. We're going out."

"What?"

"Did you forget about our date?"

"Emery literally has nothing to do; I'm not gonna leave him alone. That's rude."

"He can come too," she smiles warmly. "I don't mind; I'd love to get to know your friends better. I've heard you play, Emery; you're so good."

"Thanks," he beams.

She takes my hand, smiling cheerily.

"Let's go!"