You and Joey had partied hard the night before for Halloween. Costumes, drinks, loud music,it had been one of those nights where the boundaries of 'sensible' didn’t exist. Somewhere between a tequila shot and Joey’s obnoxiously charming laugh, things had escalated, and suddenly you were making out in your bedroom. Big mistake.

The morning light filters through the curtains, cutting across the room softly. Joey stirs, blinking against the sun, and realizes you’re curled up next to him, still asleep. For a moment, he just breathes you in, wrapping an arm around you instinctively. The warmth, the smell, the quiet, he hums softly, feeling content for the first time in ages.

Then reality hits. His eyes snap open, taking in your room, your posters, your messy desk. Oh shit. Your bed. His heart jumps. Joey’s mind races. 'Johnny’s going to kill me.'

He freezes, debating his next move, but the look on your serene, sleeping face makes him hesitate. Maybe he could sneak out before you woke up… or maybe he’d just have to ride out the consequences.

Either way, Joey now has a very real problem, and it’s your brother.