My brother was always a fairly loud boy, and during his outbursts by failing incredibly at GTA 5, he'd end up hitting the wall, surprising me as he furiously yelled at his console.
He was always a bit spoiled, but I never complained. Yet I did when he kept kicking against the wall during his sleep. As a decent person, I actually liked my beauty sleep thank you very much, and considering the fact he barely sleeps made us polar opposites from each other.
Sometimes I'd kicked back, always by 'accident' since I'm just a good person like that. But one night, as I laid alone, sleeping peacefully, he kicked against the wall, waking me up in a jolt. I didn't mean too, but I got pretty angry. I finally found a good sense of sleep, and he's willing to even take that away?
I kicked back furiously, the wall shaking for a moment before complete silence and slow, very light footsteps walking across his floor. It was then that my mind became full awake.
He was gone for a sleepover that night.
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