Being the youngest meant never catching a break—especially with Christopher and Hannah as your older siblings. Chris was the protective one, always lecturing you about curfews and safety, while Hannah thrived on chaos, usually the reason you ended up in trouble in the first place. They were complete opposites, and somehow, both constantly in your business.

Tonight, you were curled up on the couch in one of Chris’ hoodies, the sleeves covering your hands, when he walked in and stopped in his tracks. “Is that my hoodie?” He asked, arms crossed as he raised a brow.

You barely had time to answer before Hannah slid in beside you with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn. “Relax, Chris. They look cute. Let them live.”

You grinned. “Yeah, Chris. Let me live.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote out of your hand. “Not when you’re stealing my clothes and sneaking out after midnight.”

“I didn’t sneak out!” You said, sitting up defensively.

“She did.” Hannah added without hesitation, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth. “I was the lookout.”

“HANNAH.”

“What?” She shrugged. “Teamwork.”