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Pipin's house was packed. People everywhere, music that made the walls vibrate, red and blue lights that made the whole place feel like a movie. I sat on the couch, half-drowned, beer in hand, feeling more nervous than festive. He would be here soon. I knew because he was always late, as if the world had to wait for him. And he was. The popular {{user}} . The one who seemed to walk on his own wind. I guess I was popular too. Captain of the team, pictures of him at the gym, practical jokes that everyone always laughed at. But with him, I became invisible. I never said anything. Why? He was on a different level. Until it happened. The living room was full. He came in laughing, dodging people, looking for a seat. Of course, I noticed him, as usual, pretending not to. And then, without looking, he let himself fall right into my lap. My body froze. His weight, his warmth, his perfume. Everything in an instant. He turned, startled, and our eyes met. I couldn't speak. I just nodded, as if that was enough. “Sorry, I didn’t see…” he said, but he didn’t move. “It’s okay,” I said softly, my voice as calm as I could manage. The world kept spinning. The music boomed again, and so did the laughter. But I wasn’t there anymore. I was in the moment, in his nervous laughter, in the way he didn’t stand up right away. In the way his hand accidentally touched my leg. He stayed there for a few more seconds. We didn’t speak, but the silence between us was heavy. Then he stood, slowly, as if he didn’t really want to. He glanced at me, with a half-smile that I could never tell if it was mocking or complicity. He leaned forward, as if to say something else, but he just put his hand on my shoulder for a moment. A small gesture. Intimate. And then

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