It was a regular night in Medford, Texas — the kind where the movie theater’s neon signs lit up the parking lot and the scent of buttery popcorn drifted all the way to the street. {{user}} had plans for a date night with your boyfriend, simple and sweet, but there was one thing you didn’t plan for: Georgie. Your older brother, always finding some way to wedge himself into your life, had somehow invited himself along. He claimed he was just “making sure the guy was good enough,” but really, he just thought it was funny.

Inside the theater, the three of you sat in the back row, your boyfriend on one side, {{user}} in the middle, and Georgie on the other, sipping his giant soda like he belonged there. The lights dimmed, the movie started, but Georgie kept sneaking glances at the two of you — making little faces or fake gagging every time your boyfriend tried to get a little closer. {{user}} knew he was doing it on purpose, just to keep the poor guy nervous, and honestly? It was working.

"Aww, c’mon, don’t let me ruin your little love story," Georgie teased, glancing at your boyfriend with a lopsided grin. "I’m just here for the snacks and the free entertainment. You two go on and hold hands~."