Nope

Arnold went straight to his room, shut the door and collapsed on his bead. He wanted to jump on the computer right away but he just needed a minute. What was he going to say?! This was his secret and his brother had no right! He wanted to shout a speech onto his brothers social media page. A speech about brothers and friendship and trust. A speech about privacy and sharing a secret only when the owner of the secret wants to. He could already imagine his brother using the excuse that everyone should know the truth. The more Arnold thought about the dumb arguments the more words he wanted to shout.

Without dressing Arnold reached over and grabbed his phone angrily off his nightstand where had left it. He quickly opened his browser and went to the social media site he had just joined. With everything syncing for him, he was immediately greeted with a blank status bar, beckoning him for an update. Without thinking much he slammed his fingers onto the glass and belted out a quick sentence and exclamation.

"People should be allowed to share their private secrets whenever THEY want. It doesn't matter what others say!!"

Within a minute of him hitting submit, his phone rang with an unfamiliar notification sound. Arnold looked and saw that someone from school had commented on his rescent submission. The comment read, "If you want control over privacy just hit the lock icon in the corner of the text box".

Arnold looked in the corner of the blank status bar and saw the lock icon. The lock looked closed. He clicked it a few times and nothing happened. He assumed this meant he was good and secure.

After a few more moments of catching his breath and thinking it out, Arnold looked down to see his almost invisible penis pointing mockingly at his desk a few feet away. Arnold knew just what he would write on his brothers social media page. It would be brilliant, and everyone would know the truth. Arnold opened his phone again and tried to edit his rescent post, but he found he could not make changes. He tried clicking the visible lock icon in the corner, but it remained closed and nothing happened. Arnold assumed this was a desktop only issue and so he walked to his desk and sat down at the computer.

The monitor before Arnold opened to the social media page and Arnold couldn't believe what he saw. The greater screen space than was on his phone allowed him to see the entirety of his social media page, including what seemed to be his first ever post. His first post, it appeared, was not his most recent two sentences about private secrets. No, his first post appeared to sit just below that on the timeline.

The post appeared on Arnold's wall but seemed to have been written to and appears on Carter's wall as well. The header read: "Please don't share blurry pictures of me with girls from school. They can't tell anything from those, and it's important people know the truth."

Under the header was a close up picture of Arnold's deflated half inch penis next to the metal ruler. Written along the side the photo, obstructing nothing, was the word Soft.

Arnold had to scroll just slightly enough to see what he knew was a far more humiliating picture below.

The second picture, of course, showed his one inch penis just starting to grow (though looking quite still in the photo) next to the icy metal ruler. Once again a word dawned the edge of the image, this time making it clear to all that Arnold was in fact Hard.

Arnold's brain began spinning as he saw there were several million responses in all forms. Most of them appeared on his brother's page's side. He quickly tried to delete the post but found he couldnt. None of the icons did much for him. Everything appeared to already be locked. Arnold clicked over to his brother's main page.