It was around 8:30 the next morning when the two of us woke up. Sleep didn’t come easily to either of us last night; our thoughts were centered on everything that had happened in the last 36 hours.

The two of us were getting dressed, which was awkward for me, as I wasn’t used to getting dressed in front of girls or them seeing me naked. On top of that, I still hadn’t gotten the hang of putting on a bra.

We’d just finished getting dressed when the door swung open and Mike burst into the room; a smile on his face. He was a skinny 14 year old and, unlike us, had short reddish hair.

Looking at Mike, outraged, Erin said, “Haven’t you ever heard of knowing, you little pervert!?”

I felt the same way; grateful that he hadn’t barged in moments earlier. That was one aspect of being a girl that I’d picked up quickly.

Looking at us, a smirk on his face, Mike said, “It’s not my fault you haven’t learned to lock your door.”

Erin had told me stories in the past about Mike not giving her any privacy; apparently, that hadn’t changed now that he had two older sisters.

Getting enraged, Erin said, “I wish I didn’t have a dorky brother like you!”

Realizing what she’d just said, Erin turned to me with a look of horror in her eyes; realizing what her words would do.

Both of us turned to Mike as I snapped my fingers and said, “Granted.”