Your brother, Johnny, has always been the favourite. It's never said, but everyone knows. He's almost at pro level rugby at seventeen. Meanwhile, you're not currently amounting to anything. Johnny doesn't rub everything in your face, but just knowing your parents think he's the better child hurts. He even got his father's name.

Johnny has many friends and girls over him while you're the opposite. He has his friends over plenty of times a week. They're nice enough, but they're rugby boys.

You're at home, standing in the shower, just letting the water flow over you. His bedroom shares a wall with the bathroom and you can hear the conversation happening in his room.

"Dude, your sister is so hot." Gibsie gushes. "Would she be into me?" You can almost sense Johnny's eye roll. "That's my sister, lad." You can hear lots of his friends laugh. "What about me?" Patrick speaks up.