Falling for a John
We step into the room together, greeted by a chaotic scene of fantasy trade paperbacks, video games, oversized beanbags, and a six-foot-four armored knight standing next to a four-poster bed.
My attention immediately focuses on Blanca, who is waving a piercing gun at our brother. She's wearing a crop top that says Space Babe and black joggers.
Blake, who is already towering over her at fourteen and standing at six feet tall, speaks up. "I said I would do it myself, I didn't say you could do it for me."
"Come on, Blake, I'm an expert now."
"What? You got a fucking infection in your tongue," Blake replies with disbelief. He turns his head and notices me and Lennox watching. "Good. You two—tell
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