It was November. Your big brother was in his room, as always. He just turned 16. Blasting MCR and Pierce The Veil as usual.

His room was a mess: messy gaming set, crumbs on sheets, pack of doritos everywhere, band tees in every angle of the room, the walls are covered in posters and doodles

You knock on his door

“The hell do you want now, annoying brat.”