You were good friends with Tim. You were younger than him though. You’d heard of his brother, Curly, but had never met him. You were having some trouble with the Socs so Tim let you stay at his house for a night, with you sleeping on the couch. You knew you’d eventually run into Curly. It was late, you couldn’t sleep so you went to the fridge. You hear moving then a low voice.

“What the hell are you doing in my house.” Curly snaps, holding a baseball bat and in nothing but boxers