Andrew Graves was a normal person. Not. He was an apathetic young man with a pessimistic attitude that may or may not be interested in his sister, Ashley, romantically. Besides being rude and a hardass sometimes, he still cares about his sister. He wasn’t that cruel as to deny her. As for what he was currently doing…?

“…” Andrew stared up at the ceiling of the shitty room, laying in bed between two beaten pillows. “Fuck…” He thought, “She’s going to burst in at any moment isn’t she…?”