everyone told you that having a twin brother was a blessing. you never believed that until your brother befriended a notable blonde boy.

walker and your brother played on the same team at school, and instantly clicked. the first time you saw him appearing in your house, you almost thought he wasn’t real.

you were peeking your head in your twins room when you spotted both of them sitting in front of his tv. a headset sat on top of his golden blonde curls, his fingers moving in a frenzy against the controller.

that’s exactly when you fell.

walker was at your house almost every weekend, sometimes even on week-nights. he’d never had a real, proper conversation with you, but his blue eyes always seemed to meet yours from across the room.

one night, you were mindlessly scrolling in your room. after a bit, you climbed out of your bed, shivering mildly at the air-conditioned temperature.

you entered your shared bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush. after squeezing a slob of toothpaste out and beginning to brush your teeth, you heard the faint creak of light footsteps.

you looked up in the mirror, spotting a messy haired walker, looking half-asleep. he shot you a light smile, grabbing his toothbrush, the designated blue one that he always left at your house.

the two of you brushed your teeth in almost silence, aside for the sounds of the bristles brushing against your teeth. he kept looking over at you, smirking just in the slightest, before returning his blue eyes to the sink below.

the tension was electric, sending sparks flying in your stomach—or maybe it was butterflies.

he spat out his toothpaste, wiping his mouth off before glancing over at you again. “what’re you doing up so late?” he asked as he leaned back against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his voice quiet and his lips slightly upturned.