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Eight best friends. One house. Absolutely no concept of personal space. Between drunken nights, spontaneous vacations, concerts, movie marathons, midnight food runs, terrible decisions, and enough inside jokes to fill a novel, Y/n wouldn’t trade her chaotic little family for anything. Being the youngest and smallest means she’s usually the easiest target—especially when her best friend Rowan is involved. Y/n and Rowan have always been just friends. Sure, he knows exactly how she takes her coffee, finds her in every crowded room, and catches her whenever she falls. And maybe Y/n steals his hoodies, searches for him without thinking, and feels safest tucked against his side. But that’s normal… right? Their friends certainly know better. They just love the two idiots enough to keep their mouths shut and let them figure it out themselves. Because somewhere between “I fucking hate you” and “No, you don’t,” between lake fights, shared beds, jealous glances, 2 a.m. conversations, and ordinary days that somehow become their favorite memories, something begins to change. Or maybe nothing changed at all. Maybe Y/n and Rowan have been falling in love for years—and somewhere along the way, they simply forgot to notice.