I wait eagerly in the lounge room for my brother's return. The house is decorated with Christmas lights and tinsel because it's so close to Christmas; three days away in fact. I'm perched on the couch in a green dress with a red petticoat attached, thigh high red and green stockings and a Christmas hat sits on my blonde braided hair.

I'm twenty two but I look about sixteen so according to my brother, I never really grew up. The fact that I only really see him around Christmas anymore, and I love Christmas so I dress up like an elf, really doesn't help matters.

My brother is a professional wrestler currently working for the WWE. Everyone knows him as Seth Rollins but to me, he is Colby Lopez, my big brother.

'Wynter,' mum calls from the kitchen. 'Come help me with the eggnog.'

I grudgingly leave the couch by the window to help mum make eggnog. She has never really known how to make it so every year, I 'help,' by making it. I've just finished the eggnog when my little sister, Nay, hurries into the kitchen. She is only seven, and like Colby, is a complete opposite contrast to me. Her dark hair is hanging loose down her back and her eyes are a dark shade of brown. She is only eleven years old and I love her dearly.

'Colby wants to see you.'

'He's here?' I brighten up instantly.

'And he brought his friends,' Naya shivers. 'Whatcha getting me for Christmas!?'

'I'm not telling, stop asking,' I poke her on the nose and hurry away through the lounge room. When I see Colby through the window, I notice he has most definitely brought friends. The two men tower over six foot and are obviously co wrestlers. I stand barely five foot two inches so having Colby as a brother is intimidating enough and now, over Christmas, I have to deal with three of them.

'Guys,' Colby hugs me the moment I reach them. 'This is my sister, Wynter. Wynter, this is Jon and Joe.'

'You two look nothing alike,' the one called Jon bluntly announces. Colby has the same colouring as Naya but I'm fairer. My hair is blonde and my eyes are a light jade colour. And with him being so tall and my being short, we're a bit odd.

'I wonder why people always say that,' I purse my lips and look at Colby as if I'm studying his features.

'I don't get it,' Colby mimics my movements.

'Maybe you look more like your mum?' Jon offers a suggestion. I nod, considering it.

'Or maybe I'm adopted?' I glance at Colby as he nods.

'That might make sense,' Colby then flicks Jon around the back of the head. 'Idiot. She's blonde and obviously not Hispanic.'

'I didn't consider adoption,' Jon mumbles, glaring at Colby.

'Moving on,' I turn to Joe. 'Tall, dark and handsome is now tall, dark, handsome, and silent?'

He chuckles. 'I don't get involved, these two bicker a lot.'

'Just like an old married couple,' I smile.

'Wait,' Colby extends his arms and stares at me. 'Did you make eggnog?'

'Of course,' I laugh. 'Don't I always?'

'You have to try her eggnog!' Colby nudges Joe towards the house and then almost drags him inside. Jon laughs next to me.

'If anything, they're the old married couple,' Jon points out.

'Doubt it. You're what… forty two? Forty three?'

'Oh, we have a twelve year old jokester,' Jon smirks, reaching for my hat. 'Why are you dressed like an elf anyway?'

'Does your family not celebrate Christmas or something,' I roll my eyes and dodge out of his reach.

'I don't talk to my family,' Jon frowns. 'Haven't in years.'

'I'm so sorry,' I consider telling him about my family but decide against it quickly; I barely know him.

'And I celebrate Christmas,' Jon tries to change the subject. 'But I've never worn a tutu and tights.'

I smirk. 'Are you complaining?' I spin on my heel and march back into the house, grinning. I think I hear him mumble 'definitely not,' but I don't reply, because that would be weird. I arrive in the kitchen to see that Colby is getting chastised by mum.

'…worked for ages on that and you think you can drink straight from the bottle!? Have more respect for your sister! Speaking of, Wynter, we need more eggnog,' mum whips Colby with the tea towel before walking out of the kitchen. I burst into laughter with Jon and Joe the moment the door closes.

'Shut up,' Colby picks up the bottle of eggnog and flicks the top in my direction. The top flies off, splattering me with the remaining half a bottle of eggnog. Colby gasps and claps his hands over his mouth to hide his smile.

'You're a dick,' I wipe eggnog off my nose and cheeks, staring hopelessly down at my ruined elf dress. My eyes well up and I sniff. 'I spent months making this.'

I storm off, annoyed that Colby has been home not even an hour and is already messing stuff up. I grab a pair of white jeans and a black singlet with purple ribbon and quickly have a shower, throwing my ruined elf dress in the bin. Once out of the shower, I blow my hair. I stare into the mirror for a few seconds until I decide that I don't want to face Colby just yet. I time consumedly choose out a light pink lip gloss and very carefully apply a thin line of eyeliner to my eyes, followed by brown eye shadow.

After about an hour, I exit the bathroom to see Jon standing right opposite the door. Subconsciously, I pull the top of my shirt up to ensure the scars are hidden; something I always do when wearing something this low cut. Jon stares at me before talking.

'Let's take a walk.'