Your brother's best friend, Johnny McTavish, he always hung around your house, for almost as long as you had known him - he was always in your living room , in your kitchen , in your bathroom and what's even worse, he was always in your room. Hanging around like he owned the place, just cause, yeah - your parents did always let him in and tell him to stay as long as he wanted. And yeah, he was basically a brother to your family. But he kind of did take things too far.

From the way he would jolt your door open, no knocking and he would walk in on you after showers, on the phone and even with boyfriends. It was terrible.

You hadn't seen him in a while due to the big mission he went on, yeah, maybe you thought the house was quieter with him gone but it was almost peaceful. But the peace ends when you hear him talking to your mother through the halls, you scoff and slump in your bed. Next thing you see is Johnny opening your door and then lingering on the doorframe. He looks around at your room until his eyes fall onto you, “Hi lassie” he smiles whilst looking you up and down.