"I'm home!" I shout into the house after opening the door. Junior makes himself known as well by saying a quiet “hey” that I doubt any of my sisters heard but I'll give him credit for trying. It’s a miracle he’s breathing let alone speaking so lets not push him.

"Welcome back!" Comes a voice from the kitchen as Junior and I kick off our shoes before moving towards the kitchen to find Riley making brownies. Both of our stomachs growl at the smell. "Get out of here. I'm not making these for you."

"What happened to sharing is caring?" I ask, moving over to my sister to peer over her shoulder at the chocolate batter in the bowl. She angles herself in an attempt to keep me from sticking my finger in the bowl to at least get a taste.

"I don't care about you so I'm not sharing," she replies, sticking her tongue out childishly, which I mimic. We may continue sticking out tongues out for a good minute but that isn’t the point.

"Not to mention we need the chocolate. It's like a bloody Niagara Falls between my legs," Robin chimes in making me gag at the mental image. She takes the spoon Riley was using to stir the brownie mix and holds it out to Junior who doesn't seem at all bothered by that disgusting tidbit of information. Instead, he happily licks the spoon held out to him as Robin coos. "See? Junior is a big boy who isn't grossed out by the body's natural functions."

"Junior is too lazy to be grossed out by anything," I grunt, looking to the boy, who is licking the remnants of chocolate from his lips. I glare at him but he doesn't seem to care.

"Seriously, Noah, if you're so interested on getting in you should be accepting and understanding of what comes out," Robin lectures, tapping me on the nose as she does.

I itch the place she had just tapped and grumble; “Yet, if I tried to ask you about your period you'd probably bitch at me."

"Most likely, especially if I was on my period when you asked, but as a man you should accept your fate of always being in the wrong." Robin pats my shoulder in such a loving manner. Note the sarcasm because it was anything but loving.

In the end, Riley gives me the bowl to lick clean. I make sure to not share any of it with Junior and stare at him the whole time I have it. Robin asks if we'd like to have pizza for dinner since mom and dad wouldn't be home until late and no one felt like cooking. Junior and I couldn't care less. When didn't we want pizza? Robin calls to order us a shit ton of pizza seeing as it has to feed two growing boys, my mom, dad and three sisters.

The two of us head up to my room where I allow Junior to play a new game with me that I got called Rainbow Six Siege.

A few matches into the game Junior asks, "Are you really going to go to that party this weekend?"

"Yeah. Why?" I ask with my tongue sticking out of the corner of my mouth in the same way my mother's usually does. It's clear who I seem to take after isn't it?

"You hate parties."

"I do. Your point being?"

Junior sighs. "You're drunk after two cans of beer."

True. I honestly cannot hold my liquor. Yet another thing I took after my mother! One glass of wine and she's already tipsy and I'm no different. Dad let me have a couple glasses of wine at dinner one night and I was drunk after about three of them. Everyone swore after that night to never allow me to be alone around alcohol. They didn't have to worry too much about it though seeing as, unlike some of my sisters, I don't partake in the party life.

"I know but if I had a helpful mate with me I wouldn't have any problem." I proceed to playfully jab Junior's side with my elbow.

He doesn't even flinch or spare me a glance from the corner of his eye, as he replies with a very stern, "No."

"Nice to know you have my back."

"You shouldn't do something you aren't comfortable with because of some chick," Junior says, sounding annoyed.

"What do you mean? I can't let Katie go alone. What if something happened to her?" I ask, my mind suddenly going down a dark list of scenarios of what could possibly happen to my girl should she be left alone with intoxicated teens. None of them leave me with a good feeling and I shudder.

Junior sighs, "Whatever, don't bitch at me whenever it goes sour."

I'm confused to what he means but before I get the chance to ask Riley calls up the steps. "Guys, the brownies are done!"

Junior and I don't hesitate to leave the game and stampede downstairs for some of the chocolatey goodness knowing that if we don't Riley and Robin will have them eaten up in seconds. Their cravings know no bounds!

As I'm about to stuff my face full of brownie the doorbell sounds. Robin doesn't even ask but instead drops the money into my hands and orders with her mouth full, "'Et 'at."

I presume she meant get that but I have no desire to stir the beast so I keep my mouth shut.

She could at least ask but I say nothing seeing as I wish not to become one of the many lives lost during the crimson war. I make my way to the front door, swinging it open to find a poor delivery boy with an arm full of pizzas. I smile shyly at the brunette with enticing green eyes, quickly taking the pizzas seeing as he looked about to fall over.

"Having a party man?" He laughs, revealing rows of pearly white teeth and an equally as bright smile.

"Nah, the women in this household are simply black holes," I respond. Said women hear me and shout profanities at me, threatening to finish off the brownies if I don't hurry it up. I roll my eyes and give the money to the boy along with a tip that he smiles and thanks me for.

As he walks away, I feel my eyes linger on his back. The farther he walks away the lower my eyes go, across his shoulders, down the expanse of his back to...

My eyes widen as I quickly shake my eyes from where they had just been staring. I back away into the house, quickly shutting the door behind me before I find myself looking at him a second time. I rush to the kitchen to, hopefully, get my mind off the fact that I was totally checking out the pizza guy. I need to get my shit together.

"Noah, Junior has informed us that you would be attending a party this weekend," Robin says the moment I enter the kitchen. I nearly drop the pizzas in shock and look to Junior, who pretends not to notice my glare on him.

"Dude!" I shout at him. I'm still being ignored. Honestly, am I the only person in the world who gets ignored this much by their friends and family? I'm starting to think I am.

Junior takes some of the boxes from me to sit on the table. He opens one, takes out a plain cheese slice, licking his lips as he watches the cheese drip before taking a bite. Somehow, he is too impatient to speak before chewing and, instead, says between bites, "Riley asked what we high schoolers were up to and I answered."

I could kill this kid.