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When I was little, I desperately wanted a younger sibling.


I begged and pleaded with my folks. I pulled all the stops. But I was turned down every time. My mom always told me she couldn't conceive. It must have been annoying to have to repeat herself over and over, but in my defense, how can she really expect a little kid to know what that means.


Needless to say I was fervent in my pursuit. I may not have had a big vocabulary, but like most kids, I knew how to tug at the heartstrings. I gathered my stuffed toys together and proudly bragged to my mom that they were "my friends", my only friends being the implication. I wrote to Santa that all I wanted for Christmas was a little brother or sister.  I adopted my little cousin as a younger sister and would scream bloody murder when her real parents would come to pick her up.


I finally broke my parents down. My mom reminded me that she couldn't conceive ( Wow , I thought she's really sticking to this lie ) , but she could adopt. I didn't care how I got a sibling; I was just geeked to finally be getting one! And so, the newest addition to our family, Peter, was brought home.

Let me tell you; getting a younger sibling was one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made.

Peter is so annoying! First of all, he claims to come from made up country called "Sealand". I mean, can you get more unoriginal? Second of all, that annoying Oxford British accent.  And third of all… well, pretty much every annoying trait a little brother has, he's got. Being a cockblock (not that I'm a whore or anything), pulling juvenile pranks, hogging the tv, etc.

So you can understand my joy when my folks told me I had to babysit yet again! I begged and pleaded with as much passion as I did to get a little brother, but I've lost my cuteness in my not-so-old age.

Peter smiled a smile that would make Chip Skylark (see what you know when your little brother hogs the TV?) jealous, and chirped "So, what are we gonna do _________?"
Was he serious? Like I ever hung out with him!

"Well, I'm going to write stories for my deviantART fans to enjoy.   You can break stuff, jump on the couch, whatever you want. Just don't bug me."

Peter looked sad, but it was too soon since I used that move for it to work on me. I walked away, satisfied and without remorse.

I began doing exactly what I told him I would do, writing my newest story. They're gonna love this! I thought.

"___________, come here!"

I growl and ignore him.

"__________? __________? ________________________________________________________? ___ ___ ____ ___ ____ ____  ___ _____________________________!"


"Don't you remember what I  told you?!"


"I know, but it's important!"


I shook my head and ignored him again.

"_______________! Come onnnn! Please?"


"UGH! FINE!" I stomped downstairs, making my way to him.

He looked perfectly fine. My blood pressure rose.


"What.Do.You.Want?!" I hissed.


"Come here and watch these videos with me! They're hilarious!"


Peter seemed unfazed by my now palpable bloodlust.


"So you called me down here… to break the one rule I gave you?!"


It seemed my fury finally registered with him, as he put on the most disgustingly adorable sad face I've ever seen in my life.

…

….

………………….

I couldn't resist.

"Fine." I conceded, as my little brother got up so I could sit in the chair. He then sat on my lap. Ech.

The video started:

"Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic. I remember it so you don't have to…"


Before I knew it, our folks were back.


"Mom, Dad? What are you doing back so early?" I asked. They seemed confused.


"Honey, we've been gone for hours." My mom said.


"We're actually a little late." My dad added. "Sorry about that."


My jaw dropped. Peter and I spent hours watching silly memes (we graduated to different videos after that) ?

"I hope you two didn't fight too much…" Mom said. Peter shook his head.


"We watched a bunch of youtube videos and laughed together!" He cheered.


"Really? That's great!" Dad chimed.


"Maybe we can leave you two alone more often now." Mom teased.


But as I looked at my way-too-happy brother, I thought:


Meh. Maybe that wouldn't be too bad