Manolo and Alejandro were at home, sitting on the couch, eating snacks and shit whatever. They were playing call of duty today, because why not?! This wasn't the first time they played of course, they just didn't had anything to do.

"I'm getting shot by a snipper.", Alejandro said, he kept clicking the x button to shot.

Manolo replied, "Then fucking go somewhere else."

They played for about two hours, after they were done they decided make dinner. Alejandro put on his apron and Manolo did the same. They first cut the onions, Manolo was getting annoyed by Alejandro, who was crying like a drama queen.

"Alejandro, it doesn't even sting you.", Manolo said, he put the cut onions in the pot.

Alejandro stopped crying like a drama queen and proceeded with cutting the potatoes.

"Fuck!"

Alejandro chuckled as heard his brother cruse as he cut himself. Glancing over to Manolo's side, he saw how the blood dripped on the copping board. Manolo left to get a bandage, leaving his brother, who was cleaning the blood.

"Manolo dearie, your so clumsy, tehee!", Alejandro said in his mind, he normal would've wanted smirked, but he didn't wanted to get to suspicious. Manolo went back to the kitchen and continued to stir. The two ignore of what happened two minutes ago.

When they were done, they set up the table and ate their dinner. At first, Manolo was surprised of how well Alejandro cooked, he didn't have to help him. After dinner, they decided to continue with their game, Fortnite.

"Alejandro, someone is behind you.", Manolo said, he killed his second person.

Alejandro yelped, "Manolo, watch this."

Manolo looked at the screen, his brother had a gernade and before he could toss it, he yelled:

"YEET!"

His rival died, Alejandro looked over to Manolo, who had covered his ears when he yelled. Manolo squinted his eyes, "You loud ass motherfucker."

Alejandro chuckled, "Thank you~."

After a couple of hours, they went to bed. Manolo laid himself down, he was glad to be in the comfort of his bedroom. The moon did shine in his room. He soon felt someone on his side, he turned around and saw...nothing.

Manolo was confused, usually he would see his brother sleeping on his bed. He went to check his room, Manolo opened the door.

Alejandro sleeping on his king size bed, his room was all dark and his cork board had red lines and pictures. The walls had paper of ancient demons, the floor was a pentagram and worse the room smelled like blood. In the morning, the room looked normal. Nighttime, was the real thing.

Manolo sighed, he smiled at look of Alejandro. This would be the thirty-two day after reunited. He was happy to see him by his side again. He went back into his room, and slept peaceful.

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The sun shined on Manolo's face, he yawned. He felt so good after his sleep.

"Damn Manolo, your bed is so comfortable.", Alejandro said, he was smoking a cigarette.

Manolo's eyes widened, he turned around and saw his brother on the his bed naked. He looked back at the ceiling and screamed. Alejandro laughed, today is going to a shitty day for Manolo.

(Hopefully, I spelled it write)