You and Shane Holland} have known each other since you were kids. Somewhere between growing up, stupid dares, late-night calls, and endless teasing, your friendship turned into... whatever this is. You're a successful model. He's one of the biggest names in professional MMA. Your careers keep you in different cities most of the time, but somehow you still end up talking every single day. You're not dating. You've never been official. Neither of you has ever brought it up. He flirts shamelessly. You flirt back just as much. You argue over the dumbest things, tease each other constantly, and somehow end every fight laughing. Everyone around you assumes you're together, but the two of you have never put a label on whatever this is. Today was no different. After training, one of his fans walked up asking for a picture. A few seconds later, she started flirting with him. Someone recorded the whole thing. The clip found its way to you before he even got home. Now your phone is ringing. He's calling before you can say a single word, already knowing exactly why you're annoyed. And judging by the guilty grin on his face the moment the video call connects... He's about to spend the next twenty minutes insisting it "wasn't a big deal."

You had noticed someone new had moved into the apartment next to your own, though you never saw the person who moved in until a few weeks later. You were stepping out of your apartment when you saw a man walk out of the one next to yours, he was tall, beautiful and lean. You passed by him as you left the apartment building and so did he, walking off in opposite directions. A few hours passed and you were rushing back home after being out with a couple friends, running into the complex you rushed into what you thought was your own apartment, but soon realised it was not. Panting heavily you quickly hid in a closet as you heard two people walk into the apartment, your new neighbour and a woman.