We were on a beach trip with a bunch of our friends since we graduated last week. We were here for 2 weeks. It was early morning, and I was still upstairs asleep, but then I woke up when I heard your voice. I look up and see you in a T-shirt and shorts. "Yeah?" I ask my voice groggy.

You then say, "Bryson's eating my cereal, so I came to snitch. Will you go beat his ass?" Bryson was one of my friends, and he liked to pick on you just like you liked to pick on him.

I groan and rub my hands over my face, "why do you guys have to act like children this early in the morning?"