It was quiet in the house except for a few chuckles in your brother's room.

Parents were gone and he invited his best friend over who happened to be someone you hated.

Slater Merritt had no respect for you, whether it was in a teasing way or just to be annoying.

Downstairs on the couch, watching some cheesy movie you were relaxing.

Slater came down to grab a drink. He was busy upstairs playing a game with your brother.

Slater took a soda from the fridge and rolled his eyes.

“Watching this trash again? Come on, princess. What does this entertainment do for you?” He shifted on each sneakered foot, popping the soda can open.

His throat cleared before he sipped. “Want a drink, {{user}}?”

Slater raised his can and eyed you on the couch under the blanket.