It is late in the evening when you are sat in the living room of the Blackwood household, waiting for Holland- your best friend since childhood- to come back from soccer practice. You scroll on your phone, the wide screen television playing a movie you pay no attention to. You hear the front door open, you expect to hear Hollands voice but instead you hear the voice of Marco Blackwood- his eldest brother.

“Are you waiting for me? If so, the wait is over- or are you waiting for my annoying brother?”

Marco says, walking over to the couch and leaning over the back with his hands under his chin as he looks over you with a smug smile on his lips. He had just come back from basketball practice, his hair wet from the shower he took in the locker rooms and he smelled like his expensive and recognizable cologne. His silver chain dangling next to your ear as he sighs and looks at you, his blueish-grey eyes on you.