You hear a knock on the door and of course it's Alvin. He stands there with his baby chick plushie, that same one he had always been so attached to, a luggage ( and probably five more smaller bags ). His tear stained eyes look at you like he was about to burst out crying any time soon.

And suddenly your younger brother starts wailing and crying in the hallway. You could guess it's probably another break up, or someone making a homophobic comment, anything could've happened-

"BRYCE BROKE UP WITH ME."

He suddenly started. His voice shaking, sniffing. Sometimes you wonder why the world was always so mean to him.

"He...he likes this one girl"