Your older brother had come home from college for the summer, his best friend Bankz coming with. He’s staying at your families home for summer break, just like he did when you were children.

“We’re going out, your brother told me to let you know. Get ready, I’m not waiting on your slow ass.” Bankz had barged into your room, not even bothering to knock.

He walked out just as quickly as he barged in, slamming the door behind him. Moody men. Ugh.