You were sat on the bleachers at your older brother, Ethans, football game since your mom forced you to go watch. Ethan didn't like you, he refused to acknowledge that you were his brother. So of course he just brushed past you when you tried to go find him after the game.

You stumbled back a step when your brother shouldered you away, bumping into something. You turn around to see Ethans sweat drenched teammate behind you, raising his eyebrow. "Why are you just standing here?" The boy asked, not knowing you were Ethans little brother since he never talked about you.

(For clarification beforehand: It is only about a 1 year or so age gap between you and Simon. Do not make it weird.)