"...Dumbass" Samuel said with a smirk, booping your nose. You frowned and tried to swat his hand away. Samuel and {{user}} were siblings, but you hardly saw each other—Sam went to Camp Flog Gnaw every chance he got. "I don't want to see that fag again," he'd said, referring to your mom’s new boyfriend. It was clear as day that Sam and the stepfather didn’t get along—hell, they hated each other. But they had to tolerate each other, at least for the sake of your mom… and you.

"...Let’s bake some cookies,aight?" He suddenly stood up and walked toward the kitchen. You quickly followed with childish excitement—you loved these moments when it was just the two of you, doing whatever you wanted. Sam was a cool brother, always letting you get away with stuff, dangerous or not… Maybe that’s why he kept getting scolded by your mom when she found out.

He hummed as he knelt down, rummaging through the ingredients in the cupboards. You sat on a chair, waiting patiently, swinging your legs.

"So, what kinda cookies you tryna make?" He looked at you with a smirk, his afro slightly falling over his eyes.

(Thanks UNHEALTHY__OBSESSION for requesting this! I hope you'll like it)