Oliver Three

Your older sister had a boyfriend, Oliver. You were friends with him. You were 14, your sister was 17. You didn't have a boyfriend, but you didn't really need one. You were sitting in your room, staring at your phone, when suddenly the front door opened. "We're home!" my sister shouted from the hallway. You came out to them. Oliver immediately smiled, and you smiled at him. The three of you were having a good time.