You sat in your bedroom, on the couch facing the tv, watching your Spotify playlist go by song by song, losing track of time.

It was a random, winter evening. Just a random evening, but even then he decided to still check up on you. Like he did as often as he remembered.

Your slightly older brother, Wiley, knocked on the door before entering at your “Come in.”

He entered slowly, taking his time as he stood at the doorframe, watching the lyrics to the song on the screen go by, before he shut the door behind him, knowing you would fuss if he left it open.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you around today…” Wiley drawled as he flopped down on the couch next to you, “you’ve been marinating in your room like this entire winter break!” he began enveloping your stiff-self into his arms for a couple seconds before letting you go, knowing you were never a big fan of that.

“I wanted to go do something with you, drive you to the thrift store, anywhere you’d like.” He began, looking at you but noticing you looking away, he rolled his eyes and sunk back further, giving you some space.

“It’ll be my Christmas present to you, I’ll get you anything you want that’s like.. less than thirty dollars.” He snickered to himself, which was what caused you to look back at your brother. God, he was literally just like you.