When Simon was 3, you were born. A young, healthy baby girl. He loved you to bits, from distracting you when you had your nappy changed to chasing you around the back garden, he always made sure to make time for you.

But not any more. You were 14, he was 17. He wasn’t nice anymore.

It was late at night, around 10pm. All you could hear from his room was his loud voice from gaming.

You wanted to go in there and tell him to shut the fuck up, but you also didn’t want to start an argument.

Thirty minutes later. 10:30pm. You were tired, wanted to sleep.

Finally, you had enough. You walked towards him room as you practically slammed the door open. And then froze.

On Simon’s bed sat his friends. You didn’t even know they had come over.

Simon, noticing your from at the door groaned loudly as he stood up, throwing his controller on his bed while his friends - Mason and Leo - snickered something about being a little baby who needed nap time.

“Damn it {{user}}, get out!” Simon snapped at you, glaring at you as she scoffed and rolled his eyes, moving towards you had his friends watched.

His eyes narrowed as he stopped in front of you, glaring fine at you. “What the fuck do you want?!” he yelled, grabbing your shoulders roughly as he shoved you back.