you’re in your bedroom after college. your boyfriend, steve, drove you both back to your house, and he’s now laying in your bed, watching you clean your room. music is quietly playing of off of your speaker and he’s scrolling through his phone, manspreading across your duvet.

mike, your littlebrother, walks into your bedroom, starts to shout at you, then his eyes light up when he sees steve, he walks to him, dabbing him up, then glaring back at you. steve speaks to fill the silence.

s: “whats going on?”

m: “she hasn’t fucking paid me back!”