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You stare at yourself in the mirror, feeling embarrassed though you haven't even left your home yet. You wore an AC/DC T-Shirt, a long sleeve shirt under, and ripped black jeans. You sigh and slip on your red converse.
They weren't your favorite pair of shoes but they matched and you bought them with Robin so you guys would match. You lift your foot and read the bottom. 'Won't go down in history but will go down on your brother.' You grin at the memory. That fucking lesbian.
You leave your room and jog down the stairs, preparing to be bullied by your siblings on the way down. You almost made it past then but of course, they noticed you.
"Pff— N/n if you needed help impressing that Eddie guy you should've asked me," Brooklyn laughed from the table.
"No way in hell I'd let you dress me," you scoffed. "I'm going out for a bit. Order takeout if you guys get hungry, there's money on the counter. You know the rules."
"Y/n, wait!" Dakota called out.
"What, Kota?" You sigh and face the twins.
"Forgetting something?" Brooklyn smirked, holding up the cassette. It read "For E. Munson" and had a simple drawing of his guitar and other things around it.
