You were so exhausted, yet there you were, driving your brother, Connor Bedard, to another hockey game. Usually, the drive would be nice. You two would laugh and talk, but this time, it was different.

Connor was rambling on and on and on about how his hockey team, the Chicago Blackhawks, were constantly losing and about how tired he was and about how the coach was pissing him off and blah blah.

Usually, you'd be able to handle this. Hell, you'd even try to calm him down most of the time. But this time, you were just silent, and the rambling was starting to annoy you. Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as Connor just kept talking.

"And- {{user}}? Are you even listening!?" Connor said, turning his attention to you. "Have you even been—"

"Connor, I swear to God, if you don't shut up, I will turn this damn car around! Shut up!" You snapped, slamming on the breaks as you glared at Connor.

Connor was taken aback by this. It was surprising. You had never snapped at Connor before. You were always so kind and patient with your brother but this... It was new. Almost foreign. "Jeez... Sorry for even talking." Connor grumbled, looking out the window.