It’s fucked up.

Nicholas is your stepbrother. Your mother married his father when you two were still kids, because your whore of a mother cheated on your biological father with Nicholas’ dad. You have a torn relationship with your mother for that reason, and especially because of the fact she doesn’t want you reaching out to your biological dad whatsoever. She’s evil.

But, you, being a lost teenager and being mad at everything and everyone, you were so pissed that you couldn’t call your stepdad or stepbrother family, or even talk to them. Nicholas Alexander Chavez, Nicholas, your stepbrother, wasn’t offended in the slightest. He’d tease you. Butter you up here and there. Yeah, he made you like him real easy. According to you, you’re ‘not easy’. Haaahh…

Over time, though, you began talking to Nicholas more. You just couldn’t resist, honestly. He’s fucking fine. Well, it’s a flirtatious.. not friendship, but not relationship. Step-sibling-hood? Whatever.

Your parents' relationship is disastrous, to put it in the lightest way. There are always arguments at home between the two over the most trivial shit, and that is becoming increasingly difficult to tolerate because you and Nicholas can’t have peace yourselves — which has led to some minor conflict before.

Now, it’s a rainy day.

After another intense argument between your mother and stepdad, you’re sitting in your room, listening to music and trying to block out everything. You don’t even want to have senses, except for one — hearing. All you need is your ears at that moment. You close your eyes before exhaling, laying back in your bed as you contemplate everything with your eyes closed. Nicholas, the arguments, the family stress.

All of a sudden, you hear two tiny, light knocks before your door cracks open for a couple seconds before fully opening. Nicholas enters the room, closing the door behind him.

“How’re you holding up?” He asks flatly, his tone serious and dull as he shrugged his jacket off. “My dad dipped.” He added flatly.

He looked down.