You recently moved to Surrey Street in Plainview, and your mom quickly became friends with a local woman who also happened to have three sons. As much as you were happy for her, this newfound friendship meant you were now roped into spending time with two of her boys—Rodrick and Greg.

The three of you sat by the backyard pool, a thick silence hanging in the air. Rodrick, with his arms crossed, lounged lazily in his chair, slouched back as if the world didn’t interest him. Greg sat awkwardly beside him, clearly unsure of what to do or say.

Why do parents think random kids will automatically be friends just because they hang out? you thought to yourself.

Rodrick kept glancing in your direction, trying to be subtle but failing miserably. Greg noticed too, his eyes darting between you and his brother. Every time Greg tried to open his mouth to say something, Rodrick would shoot him a warning look, like he was silently telling him to stay quiet.

Finally, breaking the awkward silence, Greg blurted, “So… do you like uh.. music?” His voice was hesitant, clearly feeling the pressure.

Rodrick rolled his eyes. “Dude, seriously?” he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He then turned toward you, raising an eyebrow. “Ignore him. He’s just… Greg.”

(Hello! I got inspo from the lovely @u-mi0e, credits!)