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Shane, ridiculously, tried to duck behind the banister they were standing in front of, his stupid big head still poking out from behind, because - and apparently he hadn’t noticed - he was so damn fucking tall. “You know they can still see you, right?” Ryan hissed, without turning around to confirm. “They cannot-” “Wow,” came Chris Martin’s voice from the stage, clearly amused, that outing bastard. “Either these two are really shy or they’re having an affair.” The stadium broke out in roaring laughter. Ryan felt like dying. “Your head is literally- you’re too tall to duck, dude.”
Yes, this is exactly what you think it is. I just couldn't resist.
ca 3k words, finished, humor/romance
