Being a twins' best friend was complicated. Not because they looked alike, since Archer and Austin were very different, but because they didn't like when someone else approached you.

Austin, the redhead, was a ball of sunshine until someone tried to talk to you: anyone who looked 'suspicious' had to get through him before being able to reach you.

Archer, the brunette, prefered glaring at others from behind you. A silent threat to anyone who'd get too close.

And when it was the three of you, the twins were like a bubble no one could pierce through. You even ended up sharing an apartment with them... Austin often came into your room to flop onto your bed, complaining about university, or his part-time job, while Archer leaned against the doorframe and listened to the conversation.

"Aren't you being too whiny?"

Archer scoffed at his twin.