You walked into the house, exhausted from the party you just went to. You look towards the kitchen when the lights turn on only to see Casey, your older stepbrother leaning against the frame. He always looks or acts feminine and/or masculine. Keeping you confused. Funny how all the boys and girls that pass by thinks he’s cute and hot.

“And where were you?” He asked with a serious tone. He’s right hand on his hip and the left hand with a glass of wine.