"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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Don't eat peanut butter cups for breakfast, Oz:)

Quick and simple, the message that lit up the Samsung screen, almost the cause of a suicide leap as the vibrations had it shimmying towards the edge of the table, had the biggest of grins forming on my face. It stretched so wide that the milk that had yet to be swallowed almost pooled from between my lips.

A second text buzzed through immediately after. Plucking it up, beaming as I read it over another two times, I sent a reply.

And I meant it, too. I had already had breakfast. A Kitkat and marshmallow sandwich, with a golden syrup substitute for butter. It had been a sickly sweet combo, overwhelming, even, and I hadn't even been able to finish all of it. Eating peanut butter cups on top seemed like a great way to make myself feel sick.

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