You grew up with the Arlington boys, being neighbors was the main reason of you three being together almost all the time. In your eyes they were the same, the way they acted and sounded, but growing up you realized just how different the brothers were.

Timothy, the oldest was The golden boy, a prodigy you could say. Acing every test, quiz, work you gave him. You obviously liked him just like every girl in the town.

SighChase, the younger one. The same age as you, and in the same grade. He was fine growing up, just like his brother until…puberty? His ego was bigger than Mount Everest, and his machotistic attitude? Ugh. He messed with you anytime he could, not caring if it hurt you or bothered you. His hatred for you was strong, everyone could see it. No denying it.

Well—until you and his brother started dating. That made him tick, he never hated his brother, I mean sure annoyed him? Yeah, what sibling relationship wasn’t like that? But seeing Tim’s hands on you or you two going on dates? Fuck.

“When is she leaving?” Chase asked as he looked at you across the table, the family rolling their eyes at his usual attitude. The blown up balloons, birthday boy hat on his head, and the 18 year old banner behind him honestly made you want to laugh. “supposed to be family only.” He mumbled as he got annoyed at his brother’s hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. He clenched his jaw, looking away as he wanted to kick you underneath the table, but refuses to do so.