"Sis…! Hey, sis, come here!" The voice of annoyance once again rings throughout the house. I sigh, and look at my computer longingly. It would be nice if I could just ignore the voice, but I am going to be stuck with him for the rest of my life.

I close out of the internet to lessen lag, and type a quick "Be right back, my little brother wants me," trying to show as little interest as possible… Although I am really wishing he would grow up. Seriously, he's what… 12? Come on.

As I get out of my chair and over, and up, the stairs, I pass many pictures of us. Most of them are of us as children. I laugh as I pass my favorite, the one we took while playing "Pin the Tail on the Donkey". I had "accidentally" stabbed him with the tail.

When I FINALLY reach the top of the steps, he runs to greet me. "Sis, sis, it's really-really-really bad!" He shouts at me.
"What? It can't be worse than the time you were taking a bath and the kitten fell in because you didn't check before locking the door." I run through the many accidents he has caused in my mind, almost tuning him out… When I hear the dreaded words.

"I flooded the bathroom…"

I stare down at him. "How does he manage to flood it at least once a week? Seriously! The plumbing is NOT that bad. " I think as he continues babbling. Honestly, I'd heard enough. He always makes such a big deal out of it.

"Okay, whatever. I'll handle it, just… Go downstairs and stay out of trouble." I say, more than a little annoyed. He quickly senses my mood, and rushes downstairs.

I go and look in the bathroom, and groan.

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After scrubbing the bathroom clean, I finally head back downstairs. I hear footsteps that come from the kitchen… " Hey, wait. " I think, and quickly rush into the room we have dubbed "The Computer Lab" due to all our computers being stored there.

Sure enough, he has busied himself with opening cabinets in the open kitchen. He looks at me, and flashes a smile. "Hi, sis, how did it go?"

"I'm not falling for it. You had marshmallows, cheese nips, and ravioli for breakfast. You're well fed. What have you been up too?" I glance around warily, my eyes finally settling on the computer. I stare at it for a few moments, and see him get nervous out of the corner of my eye.

"…" I head over to the computer, and noticed my MSN was minimized. Strange, I had left it up. I quickly open it, to find a really stretched out scroll bar. "…Brother." I say in an annoyed tone as I scroll through spam.

"Eep… Um… The Dark Side gave me cookies to do it?" He mutters out pathetically.

"Five." I start. "Four." My brother's face pales, and he sets down the box of saltines he had been holding a moment ago. "Three…" I stretch out the "e" and he starts to walk out of the kitchen. "Two…" He heads towards the stairs, his pace getting faster. "One!" I finish, and race towards him, as he rushes up the stairs.

"Get back here, stupid little brother!" I shout, but that may not of been the best time to do so, as we both freeze as we hear a door open at the top of the stairs.

"...What say we call a truce to avoid Dad?" My brother suggests wisely.

"…Only if I can get some cookies for helping you escape the wrath of an awoken father." I sigh, and quietly tiptoe back down the stairs, as he follows behind slowly.

I then speed-walk over to the TV now that I am off the Squeaky Stairs of Doom, and grab one of the useable Playstation 2 controllers, and rip the back off, grab the batteries, and set them down across the room, a short distance from each other, along with the back.

Then, controller in hand, I wink as we hear footsteps, and say in my annoyed voice, "You don't have to try and grab the good controller out of my hands! I was going to let you use it, anyway! Mother did want us to try and figure out which controllers work best, after all." I throw in that lie for good measure.

"There's no way you would do that! You seriously think I would trust you after you stole my DS because I was picking at the fish sticker?!" He follows along as the footsteps get louder.

"What do you mean "your" DS?" I say, getting a little annoyed for real now, "I was only letting you borrow it… Then you start to manhandle it!" I flash him a glare, and I hear the footsteps reach an end.

"What the heck are you kids arguing about? Fish sticks?" I hear my father's voice, and whirl around. His facial expression and slight slurred speech make it obvious he is not completely awake.

I stare at him for a few moments, and then say in an innocent voice, "We were going to play Tales of Destiny 2, but he got impatient for the controller… And, well…" I hold up the backless controller.

"But did you have to shout like that…?" He sighs, but shakes his head. "Whatever. Just keep the volume down." He wobbles back to the stairs, and walks all the way back up.

"…Think he'll make it?" My brother asks sarcastically.

"I'm not sure, we'll know if we hear a crash." I laugh slightly, then whir back to face him. "Now, how about giving me those cookies?" I hold out a hand.

"…What? I thought you were kidding! We don't even have cookies in the house…" I glare at him, causing him to stutter out "B-but I'll use my allowance next t-time we're at the s…store… okay…?"

"We have a deal." I nod. "Now, let's play!" I smile, and set up the Playstation 2.

Meanwhile,  my contacts on MSN try to figure out what exactly happened…