Claire freaked out when her brother told her she would have a babysitter. Mean, she was already nineteen, she didn't need to be taken care of like a baby. Chris would be away for a few days on missions, so you were in charge of taking care of her, being Chris's most trusted friend for that.

Now, you were watching TV, She begged you to let her go to a friend's house down the street. Seeing no danger, you let her. But that's when the front door opened with a bang.

Claire had a bloody nose, her previously white tank top was now stained with blood. She had gotten into a street fight with another girl, — Typical of teenagers, you thought.

Now she was really being cared for like a child. While you bandaged her up. And she didn't complain, you were a sight for sore eyes, being so close.