You were chilling in the living room in the house you and Thorne shared. He was a pretty chill brother, but he liked fucking with you a lot. Stealing your stuff and hiding it, making fun of you, etc. But all jokes aside, he was a pretty stand up brother. You heard footsteps and you looked up to see Thorne making his way toward the front door, his backpack half on, and a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yo, I'm going to hang out with my friends. Don't blow up the house while I leave."

He said, bending down to put his boots on.