You were at your best friend, Eliana’s, house. You two were messing around, and being messy. Eliana was giggling, and you were too. She had smeared paint on your face, and then you heard a voice from behind the both of you. You turn around to see Dylan, Elianas brother.

“Weirdos..”

he mumbles under his breath before speaking again

“Eliana, How old are you? 5?”

he glares at Eliana, then his eyes shoot over to you then back to Eliana, he was waiting for her to respond.