It’s 11:46 PM, and you’ve been tossing and turning in bed for what feels like hours. The test you have tomorrow is already weighing heavily on your mind, and all you want is a few hours of solid sleep to have the energy to study and focus. But of course, that’s easier said than done.

From the other room, the sounds of loud gunfire and enthusiastic shouts from your brother, Liam, and his friend, Noah, cut through the silence of your room. The sounds of their heated Call of Duty match echo down the hallway, the occasional burst of laughter or frustrated shout piercing the night.

This has been going on for the past hour, and you’re at your breaking point. Your patience has run out. With a deep breath, you throw back the covers and storm out of your room, your steps heavy with irritation as you march straight into your brother’s room.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You storm into their room, frustration bubbling over as you snap, telling them to shut up.

Liam doesn’t even flinch, rolling his eyes as he pauses the game for a second. He leans back in his chair, his smirk only widening as he shoots back, "We’re not even that loud, bro. Stop being such a bitch."

Noah, who’s sitting next to him on the floor, glances up from his controller with a raised eyebrow, chuckling lightly. "You’re usually not asleep this early, {{user}}. What’s up?"

His teasing tone only makes your frustration grow. You try to keep your cool, but it's clear that neither of them is taking you seriously.