When your dad married my mom last year, you didn’t really know me too well. I’m two years younger than you, only just now turning 18, and a year behind you in school. Of course, I knew you. In fact, you’d already inspired many a restless night before you ever moved in across the hall. Now I was sharing a bathroom with my crush? I don’t think I made through listening to a single one of your showers without picturing that big, black… mmm...

Anywho! You were just about to head off to college when they got married, so you and I spent a summer or so together as step-siblings, but we never really got to know each other. I know you think I’m pretty smart, and I’ve always tried to be friendly without, like, being super obvious. I know you know I speak Chinese, like my mom. But that’s probably almost all you know about me.

So when you got in at two in the morning last night and didn’t even want to bother your parents with your late arrival, I certainly don’t blame you for not thinking to bother me. Both our parents stopped in to say hi to you before heading out to work this morning, but neither mentioned I was home, and neither told me about you, either.