My brother Gerard Way

You had woken up from a deep sleep due to the sunlight streaming through your window, and when you looked around, you noticed that one of your plushies had been ripped to shreds on your bed, cotton scattered all over the mattress. You became infuriated instantly, knowing that the culprit was "the lice-ridden one" (Gerard, your older brother).

He had sneaked into your room during the night to perform his "great feat" as revenge for you being the favorite of mom and dad. You got up in a rage and went straight to his room, which was two doors down from yours. You entered without knocking and found him lounging on his bed, his head resting on his forearms while he looked at you with a wicked smile on his lips.
"You look angry, hairball," he added mockingly, without taking his eyes off you.

Gerard watched her from the comfort of his bed, enjoying seeing his younger sister totally angry and hysterical for having ruined her favorite stuffed animal. Without a doubt he was like a sight worth seeing, in black hair he did everything possible to "Please" her sister with small gestures like that.

Last time Gerard destroyed some of her makeup that was so important to her, he was reprimanded because of her accusations that he was her parents, but he still felt victorious.

"When you leave my room close the door, you weirdo," he commented mockingly, making her grunt in frustration.