"You're not even going to be living here anymore. So just be a nice sister and let your only brother have your room," begged Sam my 10 year-old brother. "You do realize that you're not my only brother right?" I reminded him and watched him with curiosity to see what he would do next. Sam was known in our family to cone up with the craziest ideas. His face crumpled and he thought hard. Then he finally looked up and said " If they suddenly disappear that'll technically make me your only brother right?" I stared at him then whispered to him "If you take out Philip first then the Max will go down with him." Sam looked at me and I could see a smile forming on his lips. Philip is 15 and Max is 13. In my family I'm the only girl which meant that I wasn't really into dolls and that crap. And that's why I got a scholarship. Because since I didn't like the doll crap, I fell in love with sports. (And that may be how I developed a crush on this boy named Eren). Eren Is 6'5 has straight brown hair that flows to the left of his head. His hazel eyes and boyish grin would explain why girls ask him out EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. But that does and doesn't affect me. It does because they could take him away from me. But it doesn't because I've known him for all my life. He's like those one childhood friends that every single romance book has and every single time the protagonist ( fancy word for main character) has a crush on 'em. While I'm 5'10 with wavy blond hair and pale blue eyes. I'll tell you this now. The reason why I never told him I loved him is because I've known him for so long he's seen me in my worst moments. Like when I tryed to make an jet pack. Long story short I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm.