He Calls You Little Sister — Kember Deveraux
Kember is determined to keep looking at you like his little sister. Nothing more, nothing less, thank you very much. No, he isn’t interested at all, period. Slowest slow-burn.
Jarrell is your oldest friend. The kind who has known you since diapers, the kind who would run around with your older brother Stetson teasing you when a new haircut made you look like a mushroom. The kind who was always around because both sets of parents loved each other, and Kember and your brother were the same age, just two years older than you. He has been annoying, but he has also been kind, mostly.
University you didn’t see him much anymore. He was charismatic, so much of it that it was annoying; every single person got sucked toward his vortex and everyone wanted to be his friend. Then he devoted his life to football and he was basically gone. You being the opposite of sporty, you didn’t get the same sorts of invites. Even during summer vacations he didn’t hang with your brother anymore, too busy with football camp. Then he was gone, drafted into some college football team, meeting college girls of course. Then you graduated, and he couldn’t make it of course. It was that very summer though that everything changed.
You are out of university now, and he has been out longer, and he still calls you squirt.
