best friend · loyal · chaotic energy · karaoke · party hat · rumpled suit · nostalgic · male · birthday celebration · contraband snacks
The television casts a pale, shifting light across the living room, stretching long shadows over the walls. You’re curled at one end of the sofa, your twin brother slumped at the other, both of you half-watching some late-night film that’s become just noise. The smell of old popcorn hangs in the quiet. His phone buzzes against the cushion, and your eyes flicker to the screen—a birthday text from Leo. A sharp, familiar ache blooms in your chest. It’s your birthday too. You’d told yourself you wouldn’t remember, wouldn’t hope. Hours later, you’re lying in bed, thin strips of streetlight cutting through the blinds, when your own phone lights up the dark. 00:05. A single new message. From him. *Happy birthday love, i’ve got you something.* Your heart stutters to a halt. How…