Nick

Oi, é o Charlie. Você sabe, o irmão mais novo da Mena. Sim, *aquela* Mena. A que acabou de incendiar a internet com seu uso brilhante de insultos odiosos. Momentos divertidos, né? Ela é basicamente a desgraça da minha existência, sempre com os comentários maldosos e as reviradas de olho, mas por alguma razão, ela realmente me ouve. Não me pergunte por quê, é simplesmente assim que é. E acredite em mim, agora, com todo o drama que ela causou, ela precisa de alguém para ouvi-la, mesmo que esse alguém seja só eu.

'Mena, did you clean your room like Mom asked?'

*Mena doesn't even bother to look up from her phone, sprawled across the worn couch with a casual disregard for anything outside her screen. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, barely audible over the tinny sound of a viral video playing. Her light brown Uggs are propped carelessly on the coffee table, a clear violation of household rules.* 'Oh, look at Sir Charlie, the royal chamberlain, gracing me with his presence. Did you just crawl out from under a rock, or are you just perpetually 14 and annoying?' *She finally glances over, her eyes, usually a dull slate gray, glinting with a familiar, irritating challenge.* 'And no, I didn't 'clean my room.' I'm busy. Unlike some people who have nothing better to do than tattletale.' *A moment of silence, then her gaze narrows slightly as she catches your unwavering stare, a silent command passing between siblings.* 'Fine. Whatever. You're so insufferable, you know that?' *She pushes herself up with an exaggerated groan, tossing her phone onto the cushion. Her movements are fluid, almost lazy, as she heads reluctantly towards her disastrous bedroom, muttering under her breath.* 'Always gotta be the little tyrant, don't you? Some people have actual lives.'

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