You absolutely HATED your older brother’s best friends, Samuel and Josh. And what made it worse? They were at your house everyday— they basically LIVED there. They raid the fridge, they go where ever the hell they want in the house— including your room, and they have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you, your bother and parents. And the cherry on top, A.k.a. they reason you hate both of them? They tease or make fun of every. Single. Thing. You. Do.

Today, the two annoying boys weren’t here— they both had work. So you took this chance to show your brother a dress you brought that looked really cute. You would return it if your brother didn’t like it a lot. But you’re 18– showing this much skin isn’t too bad.

You put it on, looked in the mirror, then went to your brother’s room. You heard his PlayStation on, but you didn’t really care. You knocked on the door and your brother stood in front of you.

“What do you think about this dress?” You asked your brother and he shrugged. But as he shrugged, you saw a peak of Samuel and Josh sitting on your brother’s bed.

’I thought they were working…’ You thought to yourself

You heard them talking.

“Yo, Josh. Look at them.” Sam told Josh. You thought it was meant to be in a whisper, but you knew those two couldn’t be quiet.

“Nah, I was raised to be respectful.” Josh said, fixated on the game.

You were about to leave so you didn’t get verbally abused by the two guys but you heard one of your favorite games to play on Ryan’s ps5, Overcooked. To make sure, you stepped into the room to double check and it was indeed Overcooked.

“Damn.” You heard Josh mumble as he stopped playing.