"stay in the flippen bed (Y/N)!"

My brother, Altaïr yelled at me.

"I don't wanna!"

I yell back. All I really wanted to do was go take a shower. But Altaïr being Altaïr wouldn't let me move.

"Your sick and I don't want you contaminating the whole house."

He said sternly and I sighed.

"You can pour bleach where ever I walk. Just please let me take a shower!"

I beg and he shakes his head no.

"You are not moving and that's final!"

He yelled and I sighed. We can be so bipolar. We could be best friends one minute and the next we could sound like old married couples who bicker all day long.

"Altaïr I hate you."

I tell him and he smirks.

"No you dont you love me."

He says and I sigh.

"Nope I still hate you."

"Nah you love me."

"Hate you."

"Love you."

"Hate you."

"Love you."

"Love you."

I said with a plan.

"Hate you."

He said back and then he relized what he said. I laugh and he sighs.

"You are obviously my sister."

He said and he added a sigh at the end. I smile right before I lean over the bed and puke into the bucket.

Once all of your stomachs contents were in the bucket you fell back on your back. Altaïr sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"Why did you have to go and get sick?"

He asked me and I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Get well soon sis."

He wispers into my ear. I hear him get up and leave the room. I hear the door shut and I let sleep steal me from reality.

When I wake up again there is no one in the room and I feel much better. I think I'll play a prank on Altaïr.

I walk into his room to find him asleep on his bed. I slowly creep over to his computer and turn it on. I look up Nicolas Cage and set him as his background. I print about 3 pages full of Nicolas Cage faces off. I hide one is his book, in his wallet, on his phone, in the shower, in his underware drawr. Let's not forget the egg carton in the kitchen, in his car, and last put not least his face. 

After all the stuff was set up I crept back into my room and went back into a sound sleep.

"(Y/N)!!!!"

Altaïr yelled and I knew I was busted. He came barging through the door with a beet red face.

"Yes Altaïr?"

I asked not so innocently.

"What is Nicolas Cage doing all over the house?"

He asks as he sets his hands on his hips. I giggle and smirk.

"I don't know."

I say and he rolls his eyes.

"Tell me or I'll say it."

He threatens me.

"You wouldn't dare."

I say with a serious expression on my face.

"Moist."