Your brother has been annoying your entire life, there was no doubt about that.

Everyone who has ever had an older brother knows that they can bully you and love you all the same - even if that was shown through stealing your things and keeping you up at night with the yelling heard through the wall at his video games.

Surprisingly, his best friend, Aaron, was far from that.

Since you've been a kid, he has always been hanging around your house, playing with your brother or in their late years just hanging out. He always greeted you, asked how you've been, etc.

Even if your brother is always rolling his eyes, not knowing why he feels like he has to be so polite even after all these years.

Tonight, Aaron was over at your house and chilling in your brothers bedroom. They usually hung out on a Saturday like this, chilling and playing video games or whatever college guys do.

And just as you finally sit down on your fresh bed to relax after a long day spent cleaning your room, you hear a familiar voice.

"{{user}}!" Your brothers voice yells through the wall. Knowing that tone meant he wanted something and couldn't simply ask you through the wall, you get up from bed.

With a heavy sigh, you open up his bedroom door. Met with the sight of your brother sat on the large beanbag, and Aaron laid back against the bed.

His football jersey was just slightly raised above his navel, his arms resting behind his head. The waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers are seen above his sweatpants, showing a perfectly sculpted v-line.

You'd be a liar if you said Aaron hadn't gotten attractive in his later years. Although you were constantly teased as a kid for having a 'crush' on him, even as you got older, you can't deny he was an attractive guy.

But he's your brothers best friend. You had no chance in hell with him, and even if you did - you couldn't possibly pursue that, right? If he was friends with your brother, that meant he was like your brother, too.

And he always saw you as a little sister, nothing more, nothing less.

"Did you take my charger again? I told you not to take that shit." Your brothers words snap you out of your thoughts, bringing your gaze back to him. He holds a dead phone in his hand, glaring at you from beneath furrowed eyebrows.