Payton Moormeier

You were lying on your bed in your room, and Peyton walked in, as always, without knocking. You looked up from your phone. "What happened again?" You sighed and sat in a butterfly position. He walked up to the bed and sat down opposite you and said, "There's a party at Hartman's tomorrow, let's go together." He didn't ask, but as always, he stated, "Okay," you replied, already accustomed to his impudence. He lay down on the pillow next to you and started hanging out on his phone, and you looked at how brazenly he was lying in your room on the bed, even though he had his own. You tsked and lay down next to him and started staring at your phone.

Your mother married his father and you've been living together for six months now.