Older brother

You were minding your own business, sprawled out on the couch, halfway through a bag of chips, when the front door slammed open so hard it rattled the whole house.

"YOOOOOO!" Schlatt's voice boomed through the hallway, followed by the heavy stomping of multiple sets of shoes. You sat up fast, chip crumbs flying everywhere.

In stormed Schlatt, baseball cap forwards, a cocky grin plastered across his face. Behind him, a bunch of his friends flooded the living room — a whole parade of loud, chaotic dudes.

"Hey, Squirt," Schlatt said, tossing a baseball at you out of nowhere. It bounced off your chest and landed in your lap. "Hope you don’t mind, but we’re takin’ over the house tonight."