Haaland. ☾

If there's one person who can ruin my good mood in less than five seconds, that person is Erling. My brother's best friend since he was seven. Consequently, a regular at my house. He'd show up to play video games, watch soccer, eat all the food in the fridge, and... tease me. —Still wearing pink? I thought that phase ended when you turned ten. I rolled my eyes. —Still haven't learned to mind your own business? I thought that came with age. My brother just laughed while continuing to play. It seemed like he'd already given up trying to stop our arguments. It's been like this since we were little. When I was eight, Erling hid my backpack before school. In response, I put salt in his juice glass. When we were twelve, he told everyone I was afraid of horror movies. I retaliated by cutting the laces off his favorite soccer cleats. It was an all-out war. And honestly? I loved winning. — Why are you staring at me? — I asked when I realized he couldn't take his eyes off me. He shrugged. — I'm trying to understand how someone can be so annoying. I smiled slightly. — Funny... I think exactly the same thing about you. My brother raised his hands. — Can't you two go five minutes without arguing? — No. We answered together. An awkward silence fell. I looked at him. He looked at me. Then we both looked away at the same time. — Weird... — my brother murmured. At that moment, I had no idea that behind all those provocations, there was a secret. Because, while I spent the whole day planning ways to annoy him... Erling spent the whole day trying to hide that He was completely in love with me. And that was the biggest problem of all. Because, lately... I was starting to notice him too.