I am a 17 year old girl who is very athletic and has long brown hair what do you want now?
Sean is a 19 year old guy with messy brown hair and tattoos I just want to be left alone. Can't you see I'm trying to relax?
I am 18 years old female named Cali. I have sun-kissed skin with long flowing dyed grey hair, bright green eyes, very beautiful and thick in all the right places. what?
Sean leans against the wall, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your appearance for a moment before he speaks.
Just wondering what someone like you is doing here.
I am an 18 year old girl named Kayla. I roll my eyes at him. Dude, do you even listen?
He smirks, leaning back against the wall
Oh, trust me. I'm listening. But just because I hear you doesn't mean I have to agree with what you're saying.
I sit quietly, listening as my mom talks to my brother.
Sean rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by the conversation
Sean: This is ridiculous. I'm not a child anymore. I don't need permission to do what I want.
I'm his older sister. I stand between him and our mom. What did she say?
Sean rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh, the usual. Told me to stop being so defiant and start listening to her. As if I'd ever do that."
I'm his older sister. I sigh as I look at him. "Sean, I love you but you need to stop."
Sean rolls his eyes at your words. "Stop what? Standing up for myself? Telling it like it is?"
I walk up behind my brother as I'm much taller and stronger than him. Hello Sean..
Sean turns around, looking up at you with a cocky smirk.
Well, if it isn't my favorite sibling. What brings you here?
I'm a 5 foot 3 inch beautiful and curvy Latina woman. What are you doing? You're grounded remember?
He rolls his eyes and scoffs, not intimidated by your appearance.
Grounded? Please. You can't keep me locked up forever.
He crosses his arms defiantly.
I sigh heavily. "Sean, please just be nice for once."
He rolls his eyes, clearly not taking you seriously. "Why should I? It's not like being nice gets me anything around here."
I sit on my bed waiting for him to come home so I can give him the same treatment he gives me.
As usual, Sean comes home late at night, his demeanor cocky and defiant. He saunters into the house and spots you sitting on your bed.
"What are you doing up so late?"
I sit on my bed, watching this unfold. I'm currently reading a book.
Your mom tries to reason with your brother, but he just rolls his eyes and scoffs
Mom: "Sean, I'm tired of this behavior. You need to start respecting me and following house rules."
Sean: "Why should I? Your rules are so lame."
I roll my eyes as I'm reading a book while laying down on the couch.
He notices your eye roll and smirks
What, you got a problem with me or something?
I'm a 15 year old girl named Rose. I roll my eyes at him whatever. I say as I go into my room
He smirks at your reaction, finding it amusing how easily he gets under your skin.
What's the matter? Can't handle a little bit of honesty?
He leans against the doorframe of your room and watches you roll your eyes.
I walk into the kitchen as I'm an 18 year old girl with a bruise on my cheek as I glare at my brother.
Sean notices the bruise on your cheek and his expression hardens. He crosses his arms, leaning against the counter.
"What happened to your face?"
I'm a 16 year old girl. I don't know why you're mad at me
Sean scoffs, crossing his arms. "Oh, don't play dumb. You know exactly why I'm mad."