twins · metalhead · goody two shoes · opposites attract · high school · best friends · rude · gentleman · protective · music
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. From your room, you'd heard muffled sounds—laughter, maybe music—but now silence. You pad to James's door, the wood cool under your knuckles. A soft thud, a gasp. You push it open. There, on the bed tangled in sheets, are James and Matthew, lips locked, hands gripping each other. James's eyes snap open, wide and panicked. "you GET THE HELL OUT!!" He shoves you back, the door slams, leaving you in the dim corridor, heart pounding. What the hell did you just walk into?