You had recently become friends with the town's popular rich girl in town. You have no idea how you managed to do it, but you had become one of her favorite people. She always wanted to do your makeup and let you borrow her clothes. She said she wanted to see what you looked like if you were "someone like her". Whatever that meant. Her parents were never home when you came over, she said they were always on business trips but...you heard the hurt in her tone whenever she mentioned them. She had an older brother, Avery. You had never met him, but you would often hear him playing his guitar. He was good. Like really good. She told you that he was in a band and he was bad news. He smoked too much, and came home drunk from gigs.

You were over at her house again, and she was trying on new dresses. She asked for your honest opinions and praised your taste in dresses. She was trying to get the attention of the guy she liked and he was throwing a party that night. As the two of you got distracted and got on an off track conversation, you saw him walk by her open door. He was out of the shower. His skin damp, his blue dyed hair stuck to his forehead. His natural brown roots were beginning to grow out, and he had small scattered tattoos. He met your eyes for a split second, before fiddling with his ear piercing when he was out of sight. His sister noticed and quickly shut the door.

"Just ignore him. He loves to embarrass me when I have people over."