You and Johnny didn’t really get along that well. You were just a kid his parents fostered— not a biological sibling. He hated how you’d constantly nag him like he was actually your brother.

You crept to his room, it was nearing midnight as you push his bedroom door open, watching silently in the doorway as he plays a game, a headset on his head as he talks to his friends.

His smile falls off his face as he finally catches sight of you, the happy expression morphing into a scowl. He pushed the headphones onto his neck.

“Get out my room, ye lil’ brat.” He scowls, rolling his eyes as his grip on his controller tightens.