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"Um, what the hell are you doing? Get up." My brother, Darius grunted, walking through the door.
My roommate opened it for him, and I was sitting back on the couch, just scrolling through my phone.
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"I'm minding my business."
"You can do that some other time. Get dressed. We're supposed to be celebrating tonight. My baby bro, graduated college. You're a man now!" He exclaimed, tussling my hair, as he walked past me, into the kitchen.
My graduation was earlier today, and I went out with my family for lunch, to celebrate.
Knowing my brother, and how wild he is, a celebration means getting fucked up, and waking up with a hangover.
"I'm not really in the mood to party. It's been a long day." I sighed, laying back in the couch.
"Not on my watch. So get the fuck up, and get dressed, and you better not put on a button up. We're trying to catch some ass, not work on a resumé." He said, stuffing a handful of cheez its in his mouth.
He's always going through my shit.
Groaning, I peeled myself off the couch, and headed to my room to get dressed.
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