"It seems you've lost the rest of your skirt, love." My older brother Joe commented as I entered the living room after getting ready to go out with some friends.
"Maybe I left it in the same place you left your brain." I sassed. Joe rolled his eyes.
"Haha." He said sarcastically, "Now go change."
"No, you're not the boss of me." I said.
"If you live under my roof, you live under my rules." He said.
"Oh, wait, are you filming right now?" I asked. Joe have me a confused frown.
"No, why? How is that even relevant to anything at the moment?"
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were doing an impression of Dad for one of your impression videos. You sound so much like him."
Joe rolled his eyes again.
"Shut up and go get changed." He ordered.
"No, Joe. I'm old enough to dress myself." I argued.
"I'm not letting you go out dressed like that. Boys will be all over you!"
"No they won't! Why would any boy even look at me anyway?!" Joe's eyes softened as I said that last bit.
"Because you're beautiful, even if you don't think so. You are." He said, walking over. "Please go change, for me?"
"Fine." I finally caved in. I ran back into my room and changed into a cute tank top, a red and black flannel and some jeans. I walked back into the living room and Joe smiled.
"That's my girl." He said, pulling me into a hug. "Have fun and be back before it gets dark." He kissed my forehead.
"I will. Bye, Joe." I said.
"Bye, baby." He replied. "And don't go kissing anyone!" He called after me as I left. I just chuckled and rolled my eyes.