Ever since your mom remarried, your life almost seemed to have been turned upside down—not only 'cause of your mom's marriage, but also 'cause you had to get used to... Well, a really different family dynamic.

Ward—the infamous one—had a different family than you were used to, perhaps 'cause you never had the presence of a father figure, or siblings. Then, suddenly, a step-father and... two step-siblings. Really cool, if you could talk to them.

Your dear sister, Sarah, couldn't care less about you—not that she found you annoying, she was just... trying to get used to the idea of having two more people in her family. Rafe was a little different, 'cause he was a problem, you didn't need much to see that.

Your first week living with him, he offered you a cigarette. Then, he offered you booze—he even invited you to a party, and you said no. He, categorically, called you unbearable after that, he tried to include you in his not-so-responsible plans, at least and you didn't even pretend to like it.

This was almost an insult to him, who probably hadn't done a single right thing in his twenty-two years of life.

Late at night—you heard a loud noise in the hallway, but surprisingly, no one got up to look at what it was, which only made you realize that this was what you would've to do. Bad idea, especially when you found Rafe—sitting on the floor with a bottle of booze between his legs.

“Good night?” You said, crossing your arms in front of you as you stared at the pitiful scene. He was definitely drunk, the smell of alcohol was quite strong. “Rafe... Rafe... Are you dozing off there?”

Your slap on his shoulder made him open his eyes for a moment, chuckling softly as he looked around. “Huh? How did I drive here?” Oh, sure, besides being a drunk, he was also irresponsible, wonderful experience. “I'm sleepy.”

How pathetic, actually, it was kinda funny too—he looked like a baby, even though a baby didn't drink like all the alcohol in the world would run out tomorrow. “Yeah, I see,” you leaned against the wall. “How do you plan on gettin' to your bed?”

Rafe just shrugged, downing the rest of his vodka before you took it from his hand. “Don't be that mean...” He grumbled, pretending to be upset. “You should help your big bro get to his room, y'know?”