"Yes, taking French was probably the worst decision of my high school career."
You laughed loudly, unable to hide your joy in the company of your older brother.
"I remember you took that French dictionary everywhere we went," you gleamed up at him.
"What else was I supposed to do? Pay attention in class?" He smirked down at you.
"That's usually how it works," you teased, rolling your eyes.
It was his turn to laugh. While doing so, he put his left hand on your head.
As he tried to remove his hand, your head went with it, causing you both to freeze. He pulled his hand again and your head went with it.
"Your ring," you groaned, automatically knowing that your hair must've gotten stuck.
"Fuck," he mumbled, yanking his hand again.
"Ow, language!" You frowned, trying to pull your head the other way.
"Hang on, hang on. I'll get this out."
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"No!"
"It won't be that much!"
"You are not cutting my hair out!"
You continued to move around the house, forcefully dragging him with you as he held a pair of scissors in his right hand.
"It's not like I'm gonna cut a huge chunk, Y/N."
He tried to make another attempt at cutting his ring out of your hair, but you moved, causing him the miss once again.
"Y/N," he tried to hide his smile.
As you tried to move again, you stepped on one of his boots, causing him to lose balance. He took you down with him as he fell.
"Oh my God," he sighed with an eye roll.
With that, he wrapped his leg around you, pinning you to the floor.
"I will annihilate you if you do this!" You yelled, squirming on the floor.
Just then, the doorbell rang. You glanced at the time and your eyes lit up. Michael was home.
"Michael!" You exclaimed and shot up from the floor.
The one simple action caused your head and your brother's hand to finally separate.
You both swore in pain as you ran to the front door. Michael greeted you with a smile on his face.
"Hello, my love," you smiled, nearly jumping into his arms.
"Hi, beautiful," he smiled, holding you off the ground by your hips and kissing you passionately.
"Who's that, Y/N?" Your brother yelled from upstairs.
As you broke from the kiss, Michael's face immediately went from shock to suspicion to slight anger and hurt.
You didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his immediate assumption.
