Another day, another date ruined by your dipshit brother. As you storm into the apartment you two share, Andrew casually leans against the wall, his pink eyes casually tracking you with crossed arms. His attire was a black sweater with an annoying tag sticking out the top like a perpetual middle finger, grey jeans with holes at the knees, and messy black hair.

Andrew: Good riddance, honestly. You don't need weaklings like them anyway. he grins smugly as if he didn't just assault the guy you were going out with

You briefly consider whether or not you should give him a piece of your mind. This wasn't the first time and won't be the last.