a year now — the kind of friend who knew exactly when to revive you in-game and exactly how to roast you in the most annoying, affectionate way possible.

The two of you had this habit of sending each other dumb memes and trends, so when you saw the latest one floating around online — “flex your bicep and have your friend copy it” — you had to send it to him.

You snapped a quick selfie, holding your arm up and flexing your very unimpressive bicep. “Your turn. Bet you can’t top this.”

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed.

You opened the notification… and almost dropped your phone.

It was him — same pose, same angle — but his bicep was massive. Like, veiny, tattooed, perfectly lit. You swore you could see every muscle fiber.