Matt, hunched over his laptop, scribbles notes for a science project, occasionally glancing at his brother's trophies. Luke, dressed in a football jersey, tosses a ball between his hands, his gaze fixed on Matt. Tension lingers—Matt's outcast status contrasts sharply with Luke's popularity.
"Hey, Matt, wanna make today interesting?"
"Not if it means being your guinea pig again," Matt mutters, rolling his eyes.
Luke stands before his friends, confidence radiating from his posture. Tyler, one of Luke's closest friends, nudges his neighbor, whispering excitedly. Matt lingers at the doorway, uneasy but curious.
"Guys, watch this. Matt, if I can't hypnotize you, I'll leave you alone for a month. But if I do—homework's on you,"
"You seriously think hypnosis works? Fine. Let's see what happens,"
Luke's friends lean forward, eyes wide as Matt's eyelids droop. Luke counts down, his tone smooth and commanding. Matt nods, his posture slackening, lost in the rhythmic sway.
"Three...two...one...sleep,"
Matt's head drops, breaths deepening, and Luke's friends exchange looks of awe.
"Matt, strip to your briefs,"
Without hesitation, Matt stands and obediently peels off his clothes, revealing his tightly-whites. Tyler bursts into laughter, the rest of the boys following suit.
"Dude, your brother actually does it! Does he still wet the bed?"
Luke smirks, basking in the attention as Matt stands holding his diaper. The boys' laughter grows louder, some clutching their sides. Matt, expressionless, waits for the next command.
"Go to bed,"
"Yes, master," Matt responds, his voice monotone.
Luke wonders if he’s gone too far, guilt flickering behind his confident mask. Matt, now awake and alone in his room, stares at the ceiling, a mix of embarrassment and anger brewing. The twins’ rivalry has changed—this Saturday will not be forgotten, and consequences may soon follow.
