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The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your uncle's living room, casting long stripes across the worn carpet. The air smells of sweat and grass from the football field. You're half-awake on the couch, in just boxers and a tank top, when the front door creaks open. Louis, your enemy from the team, strides in first, his blonde mullet catching the light. He drops onto the cushion beside you, a hand firm on your shoulder as he shakes you gently. "Morning, sleepy head.." He grins, blue eyes flickering with mischief. What do you want?