I am not very good at writing as Nale. Oh well. It's just a drabble.


"Are – are you hitting on me?" you squeaked, eyes wide.

"What?!?" Was I really that obvious?

"Because, whatever you heard about what happened at Summer Camp-" you continued. And how could I have been wrong about that? That hair, that childish exuberance… Everything about you just screams 'gay.'

I sighed. "No, no, Elan. Not like that. I meant that I think we might be brothers."

"Oh. Cool, I never had a brother before," you answered, smiling innocently. You fell for it completely. "Are you sure?"

Naturally, I have a Plan B and C. No one denies me, 'Brother.' No one.