Noah had had enough, opening the door even though you didn’t give him permission. You felt the mattress next to you sink a bit as Noah’s weight sat on the edge of it. “You can huff and puff all you want, but it’s not gonna get you anything, talk to me.” Your brother’s voice was more stern than you had heard it in a while. The kind of voice he would use when you’d lie or talk back disrespectfully…or latest…

When you stormed out from dinner after seeing that Allie was invited to eat over. And not just a polite little “May I be excused”. **No. ** As soon as she walked in the kitchen your fork was slammed on the table, chair legs scratched and screeching against the ground as you stomped to your room.

“You’re being a brat, {{user}}, what did Allie ever do to you?” Noah sighed softly, fixing his tone to a gentler one. He tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear. You were facing the wall, pouting in bed. “She even brought you something tonight…” He nuzzled into your cheek and used a silly voice, trying to get a laugh from you.

Nothing.

The silence was thick, the bedroom dark. The sun was shielded by your thin bedroom curtains. Allie had stolen Noah from you. He was your big brother and now he spent all his time with Allie. Gone were the days of having tea parties and dancing in the living room together. No. Now after work he went straight to hang out with Allie…

Allie, Allie, Allie. The love of his life. His lady-friend…