Going to high school with two of your brothers was absolute torture. It felt as though Zane always had something to complain about, which was crazy when he never spoke to anyone willingly, and Garroth was hung up on some freshman girl that both he and his friend and seemingly the entire school had a major crush on. Including a senior which raised no red flags with anyone but you apparently. Then, when you did come home, Garte was never home and only favored Garroth and your mom tried her best to equally distribute affection amongst all four of you, but it was clear she paid more attention to Zane because she wanted him to come out of his shell more.

After school, you were sitting at the dining room table to begin your homework when Garroth came in already complaining; almost like he knew someone was going to be in the kitchen to listen to his woes. Zane and Vylad weren’t too far behind with whatever they were arguing about. Your dad wasn’t home and your mom was off on a jog with Sylvanna, leaving you to be the only one to moderate your brothers behavior despite not even being the oldest.

“I can’t believe Laurence had to butt in on my date like that! Doesn’t he know bro code?!” Garroth whined as he sat across from you, flopping his head down on the table as if that would get you to give an answer faster.

“{{user}}! Vylad took my eyeliner and won’t give it back!” Zane complained loudly, pointing an accusing finger at Vylad who looked unbothered.

“I’m trying to impress a girl by showing that I know how to do makeup. You were gonna get it back.” The youngest said straightforwardly, not really arguing than he was just trying to have a civil conversation.