I know this is difficult, but please stop seeing shadows where there are none to chase. Our fued is over, Little brother, we cannot as easily battle what awaits us if we are battling one another.

So there's this guy right, he's all loud and obnoxious. He loves sugar way too much, and a fixation with orange. Not the fruit, the color. He's gorgeous and not just gorgeous, I mean Melt-into-the-floor-due-to-sheer-awe type of gorgeous. Seriously.

You'll have to bow down to being Social one day.

No I won't. It had tried to recruit me once before, but I said no. I have people issues, and it mostly left me alone.

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Actual convo.. on a note with my bff!

When I'm sick, I am very tempermental. I do not appreciate being hasseled. I do not like being mothered. I do not like being flatly ignored. I do not like being laughed at for running out of tissues. I most ceraintly hate being denied my chocolate.

I use the names of heavenly figures either with an insult, combined with an expletive, or when I'm thinking about a boy - something 'Our Gracious Lord'would not approve of. So no, I most certainly am not religious.

That's why no one should disturb my brother when he's cooking. You never know when he'll turn around, chop you up and put you in there as well....

-Crazy

He could be so infuriatingly cute sometimes. Okay, all the time. How did he do it, honestly? It shouldn't be possible for anyone to have the ability to make me want to punch them and glomp them at the same time.

"Shut up and let me relax."

I couldn't bite back a snort." If you were anymore relaxed you'd be comatose."

Okay, but first things first. I would never intentionally piss mum off: I'm not suicidal..

"What was that for?"He growled.

"No reason. It was just cute the way you'd run after me and then smack! Right in the forehead. Aah, good times, bro."