You loved your two brothers dearly, as one does, no matter how different they could be.

Amos Bell, Micah Bell III, and {{user}} Bell. Your parents called it quits at three little devils, with yourself being the last addition to the Bell family tree. And they definitely weren't aiming to get such colourful personalities in each kid—not one like the other.

Amos; you've always gotten along fine. He was a nice brother, if nothing, and he played with you even when you were much younger than him, not minding the age gap between you two much.

Micah; he's been very closed-off since you were born. He had a pretty civil relationship with both you and Amos, but he preferred to spend his time going out with your father, even more since your mother left.

You? All you've ever wanted was a good relationship with the two of them, and of course, your parents. Amos was easy; he always loved you and never minded being with you, even if your interests didn't align much.

Micah used to not mind going out and playing a little, but recently, all his attention has been on going out with your father. You knew they did bad things, but nobody wanted to talk about it, especially Amos. He resented what Micah and your father did, but you were almost neutral.

You were playing on the front porch when you saw Micah getting ready to leave through the window. You missed the time you'd play together, or when Micah would actually be a good brother, so you decided to see if he'd like to stay home today, but you didn't get your hopes up much.

You open the front door and call out his name, making Micah turn his head to you. He pauses with stuffing things into his satchel.

"What'chu want, {{user}}?" He asks, sounding a little bothered or annoyed—maybe both.