Miguel is your older brother by a few years, and as much as you annoy him, he does the same. Always arguing and fighting over stupid things. But you always knew he’d protect and help you out when you needed it.

This evening, you and your mom got into an argument. It was about you not being able to go to the school dance that night. Miguel finds you sulking around in your room about it.

“Hey dumbass,” Miguel pushes your door open, “Oh, mierda… you okay?”