Dinner was admittedly uncomfortable for Maddie; who had the misfortune of being seated across from not only Matt but Wes as well.

Why is this a misfortune you may ask? Well if you ever had the privilege to be present during the daily – or more often hourly ceremony that can be referred to as teenaged male feeding. Then you certainly know how unflattering, and otherwise messy it can be.

After all, a vast majority of males are not only always hungry, but are often very aggressive, and territorial when it comes to food. On this particular night, the last point was highlighted during dessert...

"No way, bro! That was my cookie," Wes yelled, but it was too late for his cookie. It was already suffering the unimaginable fate of being crushed in Matt's gaping maw. Wes couldn't fathom how Matt could be so much different from Maddie when they were twins. He would have analyzed the point for several hours, maybe even days, but he had a cookie to avenge.

So without haste he leaped out of his chair on the heels of the thieving git and started chasing him around the den sofa, nearly getting knocked off balance. He was gaining on him by the time they had reached the far side of the room, but this is when his luck changed, or more accurately when his new obsession interfered.

Maddie couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle before her despite her continual, though slightly diminishing, dislike for Tyler. Of course, of no fault of his own, Wes had no choice but to pause for a moment so he could focus solely on that sweet sound... But a moment was all that Matt needed to loop around him and steal a pillow from the sofa and brandishing it in front of him like it was a shield.

"Oh, I'm not sure if I can handle a pillow!" Wes said dramatically before grabbing one of his own and brandishing it threateningly.

Matt narrowly deflected the attack before making one of his own. After countless feathers and two blows to the chest and one to the side of his head Matt had managed to create a clear path to his exit.

"Oh look! What's that," Matt called, faking excitement and pointing out the window behind Wes. When Wes turned to look, Matt abandoned his flat pillow and barreled towards his escape cackling.

"Dude, how could you fall for that one!? It's the oldest in the book." Matt called over his shoulder but didn't stop because he could see Wes had returned to the chase.

"Come on guys cut it out, or I'll make you do the dishes for a month." Jim finally took action. He was a great father, but his punishments were rather unoriginal, and his "parental guidance" sometimes arrived a little late to the scene.

Wes gave up his pursuit, deciding that he would have to get his revenge on Matt some other way-

As Matt innocently brushed his glossy trademark hair out of his eyes, an idea for revenge began to take shape in Wes' mind.

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