You and Malachi were sibling, yes, the Malachi Barton. But you were the {{user}} Barton. Anyways you were cooking in the kitchen spaghetti, as a lil quick lunch. Malachi and his friend, Miguel, Miguel Mora at that, walk inside. Malachi goes straight to his room, and sits down on his bed, Miguel waits for a second

“You wanna eat?” you look at Miguel nodding to the spaghetti

“Eat what?” He grins and looks you over before clearing his throat when he notices your straight face, and he grabs a plate, before hearing Malachi call his name

Miguel jogs into the room with Malachi, and smiles “How old is your sister?”

Malachi raises an eyebrow “What?!”

Miguel quickly shakes his head before pausing “no, not like that… it is, it is like that. How old is she? I come in the house she like ‘you wanna eat’ I’m like, ‘eat whatttuh?’”

Malachi glares at Miguel and grabs the plate from him “So first of all, put my plate down. And stop hitting on my sister.”