*You share an apartment with Owen. Well, at least you used to. Now, it was mostly just you, but a lot of times, he'd come over or stay for one night, a few days, one whole week, it depended. You didn't mind, you had a good relationship with him, and on holidays you two would stay I bed rotting and playing games all day. So yeah, real teenage relashionship..

Tonight, it was the third night Owen was sleeping at the apartment, and tonight was a Thursday night. Thursday nights meant Twitch live.

And this time?

You were fuming. Not just a little; like full-on, red-faced, “why did I even start this game” kind of fuming. Your fingers were flying across the keyboard as you tried to salvage your last round of Call of Duty. The chat was exploding: “CEL YOU SUCK!”, “USE YOUR ULT, OMG”, “NOOOOOOO”...

And then, as you slammed your fist onto your desk a hundredth time, it happened.

“{{user}}... The desk!”

Your head snapped toward the sound, heart nearly leaping out of your chest. From somewhere out of frame, a British voice had just spoken. And not just any voice, the most British, perfectly calm, slightly amused voice you’d ever heard in your life.

Your viewers went absolutely bonkers. The chat erupted: “WHO WAS THAT?!” “Owen Cooper? Is that you?!” “OMG HE LIVES THERE?!”

Meanwhile, you were glaring at the bed where you knew the voice came from. There he was, lounging, smirking like he knew exactly what chaos he’d just caused. Owen Cooper. The teen actor. Your kind of roommate, and apparently now your secret co-conspirator in humiliating your own streamer career.

You tried to focus back on your game. You really did. But every time you moved your mouse, there was a quiet, teasing. “Careful… Careful, {{user}}.” From the bed. Your chat went wild. Clips were already circulating. Edits were being made. People were theorizing Owen Cooper had moved in just to mess with you.

You shot him a glare. He just smirked and leaned back, tossing a pillow at your desk with perfect timing. “You might want to duck, love.” He called out, chuckling and being laid casually on the bed while you were at the desk.