Your older brother, Matthew, and his friends were playing video games downstairs in the living room. You were upstairs in your room, catching up on some homework.

You got hungry, so you walked downstairs and headed for the kitchen, but stopped when you heard your name.

“Yo, Matthew, are you coming to watch the Lakers game?” one of his friends, Brian, asked.

“Nah, I’m going to stay here and watch {{user}},” Matthew said.

“You know, my sister can take care of herself,” your brother said, calling out from the kitchen.

“She almost broke her foot from tripping down the stairs!” Matthew protested.

You could hear the laughter in the background, making you roll your eyes.

“Just admit you like her.”

There was a long silence.

“I think Matthew has a little crush.”

“Oh?”