My brother is so fucking annoying.
As is his friend, Logan.
I've had to deal with that deadly duo for ages, seeing as my brother, Acarus, has been friends with his equally weird friend since middle school.
Especially at his big age of almost 21, he needs to move out of our parent's house and get his own.
And guess who's also frequently at my house?
Logan.
I would move out, seeing as I just started college, but I'm not ready interested in wasting thousands of dollars just to go to a big university. So I'll settle just fine at my community college 20 minutes away from home.
However, sometimes I wish I did have an excuse to be out of here. Those two are constantly bothersome.
We just celebrated Logan's twenty second birthday a few days ago, and I was unlucky enough to have attended it.
For the most part though, his friend is pretty tolerable sometimes, even though we don't interact much.
But as much as I complain about him, that nagging crush on him from 5 years ago still won't go away.
I think I'm too young for him though, I just turned 19 a few months previous. I heard he likes older girls.
I pushed my thoughts out of my head as I walked into my house. My mom was in the kitchen making dinner, and I greeted her before going to my room.
My house is fairly big.
My parent's room was downstairs, and mine and Acarus's were upstairs, with a lot of space between them.
Tonight we were going out to celebrate my brother's birthday. Woohoo drinking age!
We're supposed to go to some frat party at his college, with Logan of course.
My parents were still big on making us get along, even though we were technically adults now.
So I'm stuck going to this party with people I don't know.
Yay!!
As soon as I made it upstairs, my peace was interrupted by my brother.
"Logan's gonna be here in an hour for us to get ready," called Acarus from his room.
"I don't care," I answered.
I made it to my room without being spoken to again.
I immediately walked into my bathroom and stripped myself of clothing, tying up my hair and getting in the shower.
I washed my hair two days ago, and I'm almost confident it doesn't need to be washed again.
The borderline boiling water falls over my skin like a thick blanket.
I spend extra time rubbing myself down with several different soaps, and taking time to shave, making sure I miss no hair.
I'm not sure what outfit to wear tonight.
I could wear insanely low rise booty shorts and black star belt, with a grey tube top I have.
That would be cute.
I'll see when I get out.
I finish removing every single hair from my body, contorting my body into odd shapes to make sure I'm hairless.
After a nice 45 minutes, I step out of the shower, steam filling the entire bathroom.
I wrap myself in a towel and walk across the room, flipping the switch to the fan in there.
