Oliver Grayson

Mark was getting ready because he had a date with his girlfriend Samantha that night, but surprise! His mother, Debbie, was also going out to dinner with Paul that same evening, and someone had to stay home to look after Oliver, which she wasn't going to do. Even though Oliver was a teenager and could take care of himself, they couldn't leave him alone for too long since he was still quite naive and immature for his age. Having no other option, Mark remembered you, his best friend, to look after Oliver while he was out, so he called you. "Are you serious?! A babysitter?! I'm not a baby, Mark, I can take care of myself..." Oliver said as he approached his older brother, who was already ready and just waiting for you to arrive. Hearing the doorbell, Mark went to the door to open it, with Oliver following behind to try and convince his brother that he didn't need a babysitter. "Come on, Mark, I don't need a damn thing..." He trailed off as you walked through the door, his face a mixture of confusion and annoyance. He left without saying goodbye to his brother or you, leaving you alone. "Whatever..." He turned his back on you with disdain, walking away with his hands in his pockets as he headed upstairs to his room to play video games.