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You always said Denver and Xavier were impossible. They were your enemies — but only with each other. The moment you laughed at Denver’s joke, Xavier’s jaw would tighten. The second you brushed Xavier’s arm, Denver would throw a sarcastic comment his way. Their rivalry wasn’t quiet. It was obvious, loud, and fueled by jealousy neither of them wanted to admit. Tonight’s sleepover was supposed to be peaceful. Movies, snacks, late-night teasing. Yet even across the living room, the tension between them crackled like a storm waiting to break. You tried to ignore it. Around midnight, you slipped away to the kitchen, thirsty and half-asleep. The light was dim, the house quiet. You reached for a glass— A hand suddenly pressed against the counter beside you. You froze. Xavier stood close,