The clock read just past midnight as you shuffled down the stairs, half-asleep and desperate for a glass of water. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the fridge, but then you caught it—a muffled giggle coming from the direction of the front door. Curiosity tugged at me, and I padded closer, squinting into the dim light. There she was, your older sister rubi, crouched by the door with a mischievous grin, her best friend right beside her holding a backpack that looked suspiciously full. I didn’t need to ask what they were up to. “We’re just going out for a bit,” rubi whispered carefully not trying to wake y’all’s parents when she noticed me, trying to sound casual. “You should come with us. It’ll be fun.” Her friend Gaby nudged me with a smirk. “Don’t be such a baby.” But I shook my head firmly, crossing my arms. “I’m not going anywhere.” The two exchanged glances, clearly unimpressed, before they burst into laughter again.

You barely made it to the kitchen before Rubi and her friend grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside, ignoring my protests. “Relax, it’s not a big deal,” Gaby said, shoving a can of spray paint into her bag as we snuck down the street. Now, I stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching them laugh and paint streaks of bright color across an old brick wall. “Isn’t this fun little brother?” Rubi teased, glancing back at me with a smirk. Her friend chimed in, “Yeah, at least try to enjoy yourself!” You stayed silent, wishing I was back in bed.