I make it to my apartment complex.
Slowly walking up the stairs.
I hear moaning,
Groaning.
I go to stick my key in the lock only to find out my doors already open.
I open it, not afraid of who, or what is in there.
I hear shuffling
"Shit, he's home!" I hear a familiar voice whisper scream.
It must be Louise.
She's incredibly stupid.
"Grayson, shut up! He might hear us!" She continues to make a fool out of herself.
I walk into the kitchen.
Only to find the lights switched off.
I turn them on finding Louise doing the spread eagle for Grayson.
Right in front of my oven.
Something Louise and I used to do.
She said I was the best at it.
And how she couldn't get enough.
She obviously lied.
"Louise." I say
Paying no mind to my naked brothers junk all over the place.
He stands in the corner smirking at me.
"Oh my gosh Ethan! It's not what it looks like I swear!!"
"Louise. Save it, and get the fuck out. I'm breaking up with you. Something I should've done as soon as I found out your boobs were fake."
She scoffs.
Closing her legs and back bends forward so she's standing right side up.
Her skirt falls.
"Ethan Grant, you have no right to speak to me that way."
"And you have no right to be on the premises, In my house or fucking my brother."
She stomps her foot like a child and grabs her keys.
Storming out and slamming the door.
"Come on Gray, at least put some clothes on, Jesus." I sigh.
"What? You're not mad at me?" He asks.
"No"
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