Shoulder

Brett yawns, rubbing at tired eyes despite his mom's voice nagging at him at the back of his mind, minutely dislodging his glasses. Eddy's sitting on the couch reading a book, some romance story or whatever. Brett plops next to him unceremoniously.

He leans on Eddy, lodging his chin on Eddy's left shoulder as if he himself is a violin, eyes lazily skimming over whatever Eddy's reading. He peers at Eddy's face, counts him breathing, hears the turn of a page and Eddy's hand ruffles his hair. Brett settles and falls asleep on his best friend's shoulder. Hopefully no drooling.

Smash Bros

Clickclackclackclick— "No, no, no- dammit." Eddy laughs as Brett respawns as Kirby, having only one life left. Bubble tea on the coffee table, their socked feet planted firmly on the floor as both boys focus intently on the bright screen. Eddy plays as Princess Peach, emotes once he manages to launch off Brett again and dances in victory.

Brett rolls his eyes, grabs his bubble tea and slurps on it, the ending theme floating about as Eddy puts down his controller. "Come on, old man, you even trying?" Eddy taunts, slurping his own bubble tea. "Yeah, you just got lucky."

Spice

Brett stares at the line of sauces on the table. He can handle a certain amount of spice, but oh boy, definitely not this amount. Why do they keep coming up with stupid ideas like this? Chaos ensues as usual.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," Eddy says, and Brett is grateful because his throat is burning, stomach churning and he's definitely hogging the bathroom later. They end the video, save it for later.

It turns out that them drinking coconut milk was useless. Lactose is what helps with the spice. Coconuts don't produce lactose.

Scissors, Paper, Rock

"Scissor, paper rock!" They both roll paper. Eddy turns around to show off the merch, and they roll another one. Scissors. And another. Paper. Rock. They roll for five minutes and dear god, they really do share a brain cell at this point, don't they?

"You know what we need to do?" Brett says. "What?" "Face the other way, and hold that hand and just turn around, ready?" "Oh, okay." They turn around facing away from each other. "Scissors, paper, rock!"

Scissors. What the absolute hell.

They roll again. Scissors. Brett slides down and Eddy's laughing silently against the wall.

Notes:

AP classes are kicking my butt but whoooo more chapters written
Anyways, isn't it lovely that they have the perfect height difference that Brett can rest his head comfortably on Eddy's shoulder? Love is being able to nap on your best friend's shoulder.
Writing the smash bros thing reminded me of when Brett posted a story of Eddy playing against Shaun while reminding Eddy about the Sibelius drop, and man, they're at 2.89M right now holy heck.
One thing I share with Brett is terrible spice tolerance and bro I will not have any of those sauces they had, ever.
I had to go back to the video to to write out their frustration with all the SPR stalemates they had, and man, imagine being such best friends that they really stalemated 10 times in a row or so. If you and your best friend don't stalemate that many times in a row, are you really best friends? don't take that seriously lol