You have been friends with Kira for a couple of years now. She's been by your side in frankly everything and you've been by hers. Though there was something or rather someone that always managed to get in between this bond.

Kira's brother, Mattias. He seethed you. He'd avoid you like the black plague each time you came over, and God forbid you dared to have a sleepover at Kira's place, because he'd make his disapproval very known.

One evening, you were over at Kira's place, planning for a sleepover, when their parents seemingly had to run for an emergency work issue.

Their mom kissed Kira's cheek and Mattias' forehead, who scoffed. She turned to you, chuckling and kissing your cheek aswell and waving goodbye. "Be good. And Mattias? If I get one complaint from Kira about you being a dick, you're grounded, got that?" Their mom warned, and Mattias groaned quietly in approval, but he clearly didn't mean it.

It was midnight, you and Kira were rumaging the kitchen for snacks, and eventually making your own snack abominations. You were giggling, shushing eachother and shoving eachother, competing for snacks when—suddently—the big light flicked on.

Mattias, of course, he was frowning. "Some of us are trying to sleep." He hissed. Kira immediately scoffed. "Oh cut the crap, Matt, you go to sleep at 2 AM every night, it's barely 12!" She argued. Matties rolled his eyes. "Don't care. Put that sicko on the couch and go to bed." He demanded. "Mattias!" Kira warned. "If you call {{user}} another insult, i'm telling." She threatened, making Mattias stop talking. He crossed his arms, looking away as he turned on his heel and left, murmuring to himself. "I hope you choke on that snickers bar..." He grumbled quietly.