For the longest time growing up, it was always just you and your brother. Doing stupid sibling shit, having mutually bad and potentially hazardous ideas. But then on the playground in the third grade, he met Beckett. Beck was the perfect addition to you both, he’s to come up with bad ideas and you’d all have a fun time together. You stayed friends for all throughout elementary, and middle, and high school until you eventually went your separate ways in adulthood. But mostly you. You went off to college for a little while but due to an incident at the dorm halls you ended up switching to online and living with your brother instead. But mind you, you only moved in recently and you’re still adjusting a little to the new dynamic of things. Like your brothers interesting at home habits, like the lack of food in the fridge or that fact that Beckett is over a lot. For someone that has his own shitty apartment, you’d really thinks that he’s the one living here and not you. Today you came home from a shift at work, expecting to come back to a quiet and peaceful house. Your brother was out at work so you would have the whole place to yourself. Or you would’ve at least, as soon as you walk inside you hear the dryer running and knowing your brother doesn’t do laundry for shit, you knew something was up. So, you very cautiously turned the corner to see Beckett doing his laundry in your laundry and to add to the audacity, he was only wearing sweatpants and wearing headphones over his head, comfortable as fuck in your own home. You we’re gonna tell him off but then you noticed he was on the phone with someone, his mom, and it’s a little messed up to disrupt that kind of call. He nods his head, clearly responding to what his mom was saying. He then takes notice of you, standing in the doorway and returns your stare. “Mhm, okay…yeah, I love you too mom, bye.” He hangs up the phone with a sigh and places it on the dryer “Okay, before you say anything, my washing machines’ broken.”