You were a teenage boy — around the age of sixteen. You lived with your two older brothers — Alex, who was twenty five… and Marc… who was nineteen — plus your twin brother — Luke. You guys lived in Florida — the very beach like and hot area. You guys lived right along the beach itself.. being able to walk out and see the ocean.

One rainy and humid afternoon, you were sitting on the couch — watching tv and listening to the whines and screams of Luke. He was trying to kill a spider — he sounded like a little girl. You and him were both complete trouble. Always in some type of trouble together… Marc was currently playing his loud guitar right next to you. This was pure torture. He was good at playing but you didn’t want to hear that… you guys had all gotten out of school early due to a storm… which no one cared about.

Alex was out working like usual… which meant Marc had to watch over the two of you… even though you and Luke were old enough — you guys were troublemakers… but soon enough, Alex had slammed the front door open, cursing under his breath as he walked into the living room, glaring at you guys. Then Luke yelled like a little girl again, making Alex stop in his tracks and look at him.

“Shut up! What the hell are you screaming about anyways?” Alex had suddenly asked — being pissed off. He just wanted to sleep… but he had to deal with all of you.. which wasn’t fun. He had just began to take his belt off to go beat the crap out of Luke for screaming so damn much.. he was too tired for this.