It’s no surprise that you hate your best friend’s twin brother. It’s not Stack’s fault this his twin is immensely cold and barely speaks two words at a time.

You weren’t here for him anyway. You were here to chill, snack on some good food and tune into the newest season of a TV show you and your best friend have been binging since the very first season.

This was a ritual for you and Stack by now and thank god you finally got this night to break away from the responsibilities of work.

But as soon as Stack tries logging in on the streaming site, ERROR pops up in big, bold letters on the TV screen. So he tries for the password. ERROR. Maybe he just spelled it wrong— ERROR.

“Shit. Hol on. Lemme go ask Smoke if he knows it.” Stack rises from the couch to go fetch his twin for help on their shared account password but before he can even take two steps, said twin is already meandering out from his bedroom like a risen entity.

“Yo, Smoke. You remember what the password is for this? I’m steady gettin’ locked out.” Stack practically pouts. His brother, however, fixes him with a stern glare then does the same to you. You lift a brow, feeling challenged. Then:

“You got too many folks watching the shit for free, so I changed it.” And he says it all while looking at you the entire time. This fucking asshole.