You, Mattheo, and Theo were sprawled comfortably in the common room, the fire crackling softly in the hearth and casting a warm glow over the room. The cushions and armchairs were a little too cozy, the perfect setting for an evening of relaxed chatter and playful banter. The conversation had drifted to the ridiculous and the amusing, a sign of the carefree camaraderie that had developed between the three of you.

Mattheo, lounging back in his chair with an exaggerated air of seriousness, decided to take the conversation in a new direction. “See, I’m straight, but if I had to marry a guy, it’d definitely be Theo,” he declared with a teasing grin. His statement was delivered with such a mix of mock seriousness and genuine amusement that your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

You turned your head to look at Theo, who was sprawled across the couch, and couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at your lips. “How do you feel about that, Theo?” you asked, struggling to keep a straight face despite the clear absurdity of the comment.

Theo, never one to be caught off guard, let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes as he glanced at Mattheo. “It’s not exactly helping with the rumors,” he said, his tone a mix of frustration and humor as he shot Mattheo a pointed look. It was clear he was both annoyed and amused by the ongoing jest.

You couldn’t help but recall the hilarity of your recent birthday party, where things had gotten a bit out of hand. Bursting into laughter, you said, “I think the kiss you two shared at my birthday isn’t exactly helping with the rumors either.” The memory of the party only added fuel to the fire of your amusement.

Theo groaned, his face turning red as he buried it in his hands, clearly overwhelmed by embarrassment but still unable to completely suppress his own chuckle. Meanwhile, Mattheo, ever the instigator, added with a playful grin, “Yeah, and I hate that he didn’t give me enough tongue.” His remark was delivered with such mock indignation that it only made the situation more absurd.