Layla went back to drawing, determined to create something great. Suddenly her door opened and in walked her oldest brother, Kylo.
Immediately she grew annoyed, but attempted to push it off.
"Layla!"
"What?" she asked, glancing up from her sketch.
"I need you to time me."
Layla groaned, "Time you? Doing what?" She smirked, "Push ups? I'm sorry but I'm not standing here for hours as you attempt to do one."
Kylo rolled his eyes. "Very funny." He grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the room and outside. Their small house created the perfect track for him. "But no. I need to run a lap." he told her, shoving a timer into her hands.
"Is this to somehow make you faster?" Layla questioned, fidgeting with the timer.
"What else would it be for?" Kylo asked.
"Kylo, you already hold the record for the fastest run. I don't know how much faster you can really get." she commented.
He shrugged, "There's always room for improvement."
"I guess."
"Count off." he urged, getting into the ready position.
Layla sighed, "Alright. One... two... three!"
Kylo took off, beginning to run around the house. A few moments passed before he reappeared, skidding to a stop in front of Layla. He leaned over, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"If this is your way of rubbing in the fact that you're faster than me, you don't have to. I proudly accept that." she smiled, offering him some water that she had grabbed before coming outside.
"What, artists aren't known for being fast?" he snickered playfully.
Layla shook her head fondly. "Not particularly, no. Usually you have to sketch, then paint, then fix things... it's a whole process."
"Time?"
"A minute, forty-two seconds."
"So close!" Kylo exclaimed, sitting on the ground. "I need to get it down to a minute thirty."
"Again... why?" Layla still didn't understand.
"To get faster, obviously." he rolled his eyes, not understanding how she didn't understand. Finally he caught his breath, standing up again. "Okay, go again!"
"Alright... one... two... three!"
Kylo began running again, determined to reach his goal. Another minute passed before coming to a halt in front of Layla. He panted, drinking more water.
"What is getting fast for?" Layla asked, causing him to groan.
"You know!"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking." she retorted.
"What's the time?" Kylo panted.
She glanced at the watch. "A minute, thirty-nine seconds." Kylo groaned again, laying flat on his back. "You still didn't answer my question." she continued.
"I need to get a scholarship for sports!" he exclaimed. "How else will I become a pro?"
"I thought you didn't dream, what happened to that?" Layla mumbled, unsure if he even heard her. But he did.
"Well this one's realistic."
"It's as realistic as your other one." she pointed out, sitting beside him.
"You're just jealous." Kylo snickered, nudging her playfully.
"I am not!"
"Don't worry, I won't forget about my little sister." he said, ruffling her hair. "I still love you no matter what." She rolled her eyes, trying to hide her fond smile.
"You're crazy, why are you even acting like this?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Why not?"
Layla rolled her eyes again, annoyed by this answer. It always seemed to be his answer to everything. What made it even more frustrating is it wasn't a wrong answer.
It was simply the way Kylo was.
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