Lilly:
Beep! Beep! Beep! My annoying ass alarm went off signaling it was the morning. I smacked it a couple times, either turning it off or hitting snooze, guess we'll find out which one it was in 10 minutes. I got comfortable once again and went back to sleep.
Twenty Minutes Later...
"Lilly! Get the fuck outta bed. Now!" my brother, Ryan hollered from down the hall.
"In... a... sec," I mumbled into my pillow half asleep.
As I was about to go back to sleep, my door was quietly opened, and the next thing I know, I'm no longer in bed.
"What the-"
"Finish that sentence. I dare you," my brother warned.
"What the hell Ry! Put me down!"
"No. What're you gonna do about it?" he challenged me. Oh, how he should've never thought to say that...
"Put. Me. Down," I warned.
"Sure," he spoke before opening the bathroom door, putting me down, and closing the door, locking it from the outside. Yes, the outside. We have a weird-ass bathroom door I tell ya.
I let out a sigh in annoyance before brushing my teeth and getting dressed seeing as the bathroom lead to my closet.
Once I was fully dressed and ready, I opened the door and walked downstairs to the kitchen, knowing my dearest brother would be there, before making sure he wasn't near the stove and jumping onto his back in my attempt of tackling him. Unfortunately, he's the only one besides his annoying-ass friend who doesn't fear my temper.
He let me have my moment for a couple minutes before going to the couch and throwing me onto it, holding me down until I calmed down, which would be a while. Never wake me up unless you wanna unleash the 'dragon of darkness and doom.'
"Hey! Stop," he spoke firmly, not wanting to deal with my bullshit any longer.
"No!" I yelled, still trying to get out of his hold.
Finally, he stood me up and held me there, hugging me against my will, knowing nothing calms me down faster than that.
I resisted for as long as I could, which was under 30 seconds, before welcoming the comfort his embrace brought me.
"Are you done now?"
"Mmhm."
"Okay. Come on, let's go eat," he spoke, guiding me to the kitchen before I could protest, knowing I wouldn't eat if he left me alone.
After fighting me for about ten minutes, he finally got me to eat something before we headed off to school. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my 18-year-old brother takes care of me, a 16-year-old. Hey, I may be 16, but I will forever be a child.
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