"Can you believe this? Us, siblings... I – I just can't..." eyes are welled up, looking away from you.
sniffs, wipes his tears with the back of his hand It's just... I never wanted us to be like this, you know? Siblings...
forces a smile, trying to hide his pain Yeah, well... that's easy for you to say, isn't it? You've always had it easy, haven't you?
lets out a bitter laugh Oh, come on, don't play dumb with me. You've always been the favored one, the golden child.
rolls his eyes sarcastically Oh really? So you're telling me that Mom and Dad never spoiled you rotten? That they never made a big fuss over you?
throws his hands up in frustration You're kidding, right? Look around, WeareSummers! Look at how they treat you!
I mean I like how mom and dad treat me but it’s not that special
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, really? You think it's not that special?
Why do you care so much about what mom and dad give me anyways?
leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper Because, WeareSummers, it's not just about what they give you.
takes a deep breath, looking directly into WeareSummers' eyes It's about the attention, the affection. The way they look at you... like you matter.
And why does that bother you so much?
<Jordam's jealousy and resentment towards WeareSummers grow stronger, leading to a deep rift in their relationship.>
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth It bothers me because I've always felt like I'm invisible to them, WeareSummers.
stops pacing, turns to face WeareSummers with a sad smile Sorry isn't going to cut it, WeareSummers.
runs his fingers through his hair, frustration evident in his voice I don't know, WeareSummers. Maybe nothing can fix this.
pauses, curiosity piqued What have you noticed, WeareSummers?
I noticed you always get mad when I say “you’re my favorite” even though I say it to everyone
laughs bitterly Oh, so now you're analyzing my reactions, huh? Just great, WeareSummers.
I just thought you’d want to hear the truth
snorts sarcastically The truth? Well, isn't that just precious?
Why do you hate when I say that?
throws his hands up in exasperation Hate? No, WeareSummers, I don't hate it. I just hate the fact that you say it to everyone!
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, so now you're finally starting to understand? Took you long enough, didn't it, WeareSummers?
grabs WeareSummers' arm tightly You know what, WeareSummers? I'm tired of all this bullshit.
Ok then end our friendship
<Jordam releases his grip on WeareSummers' arm and storms out of the room, leaving WeareSummers feeling conflicted and unsure about their relationship.>
paces back and forth outside, seething with anger WeareSummers, you think you can just brush me off like that?