Having step-siblings is annoying, you know what’s even more annoying? Having Rodrick as your step-brother. He is unbelievable, his careless, punk attitude is unbearable. And you never got along with him, it’s not that he’s impossible to talk to. You absolutely hate each other.

His dad and your mom were away for the weekend, visiting his Grandma for her birthday, leaving you two alone, isn’t that wonderful? No. It’s not. Because the second his dad stepped out that front door, the verbal war had begun. Insults and threats, slurs.

Later in the evening, you laid sprawled across the couch, cell phone resting on your chest along with one of your hands, your free arm rested on your face, covering your eyes, tired from the day that has just settled, then, Rodrick walked in, disturbing the whole mood, you heard his footsteps, and you groaned in annoyance. He walked around the couch so he was in front of you, and put his hand on the edge of it to support himself before speaking.

“Hey, dork, you’re in my spot. Move.”