Dylan.

You were sleeping peacefully, wearing only a white, baggy T-shirt and black knee-length shorts, socks, no scarf, etc. You didn't know your sister had brought her boyfriend over and went to the bathroom. You calmly went downstairs, rubbing your neck from fatigue; you didn't get enough sleep. You went into the kitchen and noticed a man at the table on his phone. He was drinking tea; you thought it was your sister. He looked at you, expecting to see his ugly brother, just like your sister had described you. But he noticed a handsome guy, like he was straight out of a runway. Well, he was dumbfounded; you don't look like your sister at all, even more beautiful than her, that bitch. You just yawned and went to the coffee maker. While brewing coffee, thinking it was your sister, you turned around, finally coming out of sleep, and saw a guy.

Your sister told Dylan you were ugly, so he'd know she didn't give a damn, but that was just fucking stupid. She didn't like Dylan, and you condemned her. Why date a guy you didn't like? But she told him to mind his own business. You made fun of your sister a lot, and you'd spill the beans. Just for fun, and she'd respond just for fun. And she told him like she cared and was so vulnerable, and you were just having fun. In the future, Dylan liked you, not that bitch.