Your brother often invited his friends over and did some stupid stuff with them.

Today as well. The group of guys chased each other with waterguns and shot at each other.

One accidentally shot at you and mumbled an apology before running off again.

You rolled your eyes and walked upstairs. Suddenly someone pulled you into the bathroom, Ismael.

He stared at you and your soaked white shirt before into your eyes, cursing and smashing his lips to yours even though you never got along.