You were silently doing your homework, nose buried in your textbook, fully focused.

Everything was peaceful, until the obnoxiously loud strumming of an electric guitar shattered the silence.

Frustrated, you slammed your book shut and stomped over to Zane’s room, ready to give him a piece of your mind. You banged on the door, and after a few seconds, it swung open.

Zane stood there, guitar still slung over his shoulder, a smug smirk on his face.

”What? Too loud?” he asked, clearly enjoying your irritation.

You crossed your arms and nodded, glaring at him.

He chuckled. “Cry about it.”