Michael:
Michael is 14 months & 5 days younger than I am. We truly grew up together...we went through the same phases together, we met a lot of the same people, we changed together. We weren't always best friends.
I think at some point we loved each other and loved spending time together, but then Michael realize his sister was bat shit crazy and ran for the hills... We are both so different. I am loud, Michael is shy. I am dramatic, Michael is calm. I am outgoing, Michael is reserved. I tend to fight back, Michael tends to walks away. I am emotional and have no problem telling you how I feel, Michael is not emotional (for the most part) and will never tell you how he feels. We are literally polar opposites. We argue, we mostly insult each other, as young adults- we do not hang out, and usually I say or do something that annoys him beyond belief.
However, don't mess with my little bother. There have been countless times that I have heard someone talking crap about him, or heard how others have treated him. He deals with things differently than I do, clearly, but when I get wind of stuff, I want to flip a table on his behalf. No one is allowed to talk down to him, treat him bad, or make him feel uncomfortable ... except for me. It's the old cliche saying, but that's truly how it is. And even though Michael is not as open or outward about it, there have been times that he has told me "your an idiot for hanging around them" or "just walk away from them, they are not good people" ... My mother has since informed me that this is his way of sticking up for me, looking out for me. So usually when he drops little hints, I (try) to listen.
We may bicker often, but he's my brother, I am his sister. We have bound that most siblings don't. It's appears to be dysfunctional and unhealthy, but it's our bound. And I love him no matter what.
Andrea:
The baby of the family. She is three years younger than I am. We were never close growing up. For some odd reason I always have this memory of Andi in the house with my mom when we lived on Madison street. Maybe because she was still so young. And then when we moved she wasn't in school with Michael & I. Three years does not seem like that big of an age difference, but growing up, it was. We were in different phases of life. We would play together at home, but during the school year, I wash't home during the day.
It was right around the time she was in Junior High that I feel like we started spending more time together. I started driving us to school. Everyday her & I loaded up in the Yukon XL and drove the 30 minute journey up to school. Those are some of my best memories with her. Although we often got into fights or we wouldn't talk, she is not a morning person and I am not an attitude person, I still love the memories. Making fun of other people we have to encounter during the day, singing along to a favorite song, complaining about Mom yelling at us an hour earlier, talking about the happenings of school... we truly bonded.
Again, Andi and I are very different. She isn't as polar opposite as Michael is, but we are different. She is disorganized, I am organized. She is a mess, I am clean. She is always late, I am on time. She dances, I sing. She is always kind to people, even if they are annoying ... and well that's not the case for me. Often times I joke that she has her head on backwards. Our differences make us clash, but there are always those times that we look at each other, from across the room, and know that we are thinking that same exact thing. And bust out laughing.
My siblings & I have never been best friends. We look at others who are attached at the hip with their siblings and laugh. It's just not how we are. But it doesn't change that fact that we love each other. But in the our household, you don't say "I love you" ... you insult them, you throw some sarcasm out there, you do anything offensive to express your love. And if others have a problem with it ... you flip them off. :)
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