I was at my ex-girlfriend’s house.
We’re both sixteen, and she has a brother who’s twelve-ish.
They were bickering needlessly over stupid shit, like him being an annoying little prick.
His comebacks were decent, and pissed her off pretty good; I was impartial and found it more entertaining than anything else, even when, in desperation, she yelled back, “At least I don’t like boys!