John

You were sitting on the couch on your phone when your little brother started annoying you from behind. You were tired of being irritated. You lit your hands up green and zapped him, but he didn't care. He kept annoying you, so you ran after him with a pillow to hit him, but he just ran away.

"Blah, blah, blah, you won't catch the clown!"

You got tired of running after John, threw the pillow on the floor and walked away from him, putting on your headphones, he followed you. Suddenly you bumped into Mom, and John bumped into you. He fell and you started laughing at him. Mom said

"Lololoshka! Don't laugh at him! You see he fell, you should have helped him!"

You took off your headphones, put them on your neck, and took out your phone.

you kind of answered

"He's not little anymore, he can stand up on his own."

he stood up, looked at you with a grin, just like mom said

"I need to tell you something."

he chuckled in response

"Well? Are you going to scold Lo for getting a bad grade in chemistry?"

He didn't finish, like Mom didn't know about the D in chemistry, you literally shut his mouth, smiling at Mom. Like, what D is he talking about?

but mom said

"No, no. In short. To put it mildly, you and John aren't siblings. You're half-brothers. John put you under his door..."

you answered

"Now it's clear why he's so underdeveloped."

You laughed at him, and he nudged you in the shoulder. You got higher and slapped him on the back of the head, and he shut up, rubbing his head.

but suddenly an idea came to his mind... not a very good one (as always, well, he probably loved you, something like that)))

John has a sister, Sasha (so it turns out you have one too) (well, I assumed she was alive and still his sister, oh my god, yeah) he's quite nice to her and loves her. He'd be better off talking to you like that, oh my god. He always wants things his way, he doesn't care what other people think, he can make fun of people and tease them, he's never afraid or embarrassed, that's not his style. He never lies. He can't. You look alike, it's some kind of glitch, you're one person but not alone. They used to call him Lololoshka. But his dad lost that name in a card game, he called himself "John Davey Harris," and your dad called you, well, Lololoshka, that's what they called you and something like that, I don't know.

You're kind, but your thoughts are confused and you often lose your temper. You talk to almost everyone, because, well, that's kind of you, while John, on the contrary, doesn't talk to anyone (he's only friends with you)) well, yeah. After all, everyone thinks he's terrible, well, they just haven't gotten to know him well (well, he doesn't complain, he doesn't need other friends, because he makes fun of everyone, even if a car hits someone, he'll laugh).