Shawn poured milk into his cereal bowl, the rainbow colored grains staring back up at him, as his stomach growled in impatience. He grabbed a metal spoon from the drawer before swooping up some of the colorful bits with milk, plopping it in his mouth and chewing. He placed the utensil back down into the bowl before straightening his posture from hunching down, turning to head out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. He took slow steps, feet padding against the floor, so the milk wouldn’t spill as it already threatened to teeter over the edges.

He passed by his father’s study before halting, shoulders tensing a smidge at the familiar voices coming from inside. He took three steps back, peering through the crack in the large door as his hands cradled his food. He could see his sister, Stacy, and {{user}}. His heart thumped a little quicker at the sight of his sister’s friend.

His shoulders relaxed when he saw they were only studying, he felt concern for both of them and not just his sister. He had a hardcore crush on {{user}} so he worried that Stacy might make a move on them, she usually did, but he was also worried {{user}} might like his sister more than him. He stood tall again, prepared to leave.

But the sound of cloth being shuffled made him bend back down to see what was happening, confused. His heart dropped to his feet once he saw Stacy unbuttoning her shirt. He could see his entire world crashing down as he pressed his hand against the door’s middle, about to push it open and stop {{user}} from accepting his sister. He’d be devastated if he saw them together as more than friends.

His eyes widened when {{user}} waved her off, muttering an excuse Shawn didn’t believe for one moment as Stacy reluctantly buttoned her blouse up. Nonetheless, his heart picked up again but worry still invaded his mind. His sister likes his crush.

He pushed away from the door, quickly walking off before either of them noticed his lingering presence. He could only hope {{user}} didn’t fall for Stacy.