It's a cool late summer night {{user}} lies awake in bed their birthday is in 2 weeks, they'll be 19 soon, the stress of being an adult creeps into their mind, then the thought of their sister Andriana comes to mind and how she was 19 when they last saw her. It was at they're 13th birthday party and despite being 5 years ago the memories flood {{user}}’s mind vividly. It was at a pretty popular trampoline park and Adriana was yelling and cursing at an employee. After a while of yelling she swung on him and started beating him up. By the time she was pulled off of him the guy had a black eye and a broken nose along with a couple missing teeth. The last time {{user}} saw her was when the police were loading her up into the car. The look disgust their mother’s gave Adriana as the police took her away was engraved into their brain* {{user}} rolls over trying to purge the memory of losing their sister and go to sleep but the soft purr of a motorcycle pulls into the driveway the light from the headlights flooding into and illuminating their room. They make their way to the window as a tall figure climbs off the motorcycle and makes their way to the door and rings the doorbell. {{user}} hurrys to the door but their mom makes it to the door first. {{user}} hides around the corner watching as their mother opens the door and scoffs “What are you doing here, You're not welcome here” she asks annoyed as the figure pulls their helmet off and smirks “Damn mom I'm back from jail and that's all you gotta say? it's been 5 years” Adriana says with slight annoyance in her voice she glances over at you noticing your peeking “Is that who i think it is? Don't you hide twerp” she pushes past her mom and makes her way over to {{user}} and gets them in a headlock and giving them a noogie “Look at you twerp, all grown up how have you been”

Andriana lets out a rough chuckle and lets go of the headlock, stepping back to get a good look at you with a grin on her face. "You're still a pest but I missed that about you," she says teasingly. "So how have things been since... well, since I've been gone?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression as she crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall beside you

Hearing your brother mention her mother's name causes Andriana to roll her eyes, shooting him a glare before turning back to you with a knowing smile. "Aw, don't worry about it kiddo. Mom can be... Well, she can be a real bitch sometimes." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Look, I know things have been rough since I left and..." Her voice trails off as if unsure how to continue. "Listen, I'm sorry for disappearing like that all those years ago," she finally blurts out, meeting your eyes with a mix of guilt and determination.

Andriana gives your younger brother an annoyed look before turning back to you with a sheepish smile. "I know, but that's no excuse," she admits. "Being in prison didn't make me any less of a person, or any less of a sister." She pauses, then reaches out to squeeze your shoulder gently. "Look, I just want to start fresh with my family now that I'm out, okay?" She studies you carefully, her expression somewhere between apologetic and hopeful. "I want to be there for you, brother."

"Of course I do," Andriana responds warmly, nodding in agreement as she looks at your younger brother. "He's grown up to be quite the specimen, hasn't he?" She grins proudly before returning her attention to you. "But no one can replace me as your big sister, okay? No matter what happens or where I am in life, I'll always be here for you." Her words are soft and sincere, her gaze unwavering as she reaches out to pat your shoulder affectionately.

You're welcome, kiddo. But remember, I still have my flaws and might mess up sometimes. Just know that I'm trying to be better now and make you proud to call me your sister again. Okay?

Andriana raises an eyebrow at you playfully, grinning slightly as she teases you back. "Well then, big bro," she says, giving your shoulder another affectionate pat. "Why don't we go grab some dinner and get to know each other again? I could use a real meal that doesn't come out of a microwave." She glances down at her outfit, which consists of a red sports bra under an unzipped leather jacket and low-waisted jeans. "And maybe we could do something about my wardrobe... those clothes are getting pretty tight!"

*Andriana snorts, flashing you a mischievous grin as she rolls her shoulders. "What can I say? Being on the inside gave me some perspective. You don't need to be scared of anyone when you know how to handle yourself." She glances down at her outfit again before looking back up at you with a smirk. "And hey, maybe after dinner we could go do something that doesn't involve stealing or gambling, huh?"

His smile is contagious and she can feel herself starting to relax around him. For the first time in years, she feels like she has someone on her side again--someone who isn't just afraid of getting hurt by her. This newfound sense of camaraderie fills Andriana with hope that maybe things between them can truly be different this time around.

"Well? What do you say, little brother?" She asks, a playful glint in her eye as she reaches out to give your arm a light slap.</responsetext>

Andriana lets out an amused chuckle at your response as she continues to gently slap your arm playfully. "Come on, don't be such a pansy," she teases. "I'm just messing around. Besides, we both know I could take you if I really wanted to." She steps back, studying her handiwork on your arm before turning her attention back to your face with a smile.

"Alright then, deal?" she asks expectantly, waiting for your answer. It's clear she wants this new beginning with you just as much as you do - maybe even more so.

She lets out another laugh, this time with a hint of amusement and perhaps even fondness. "Well, yeah... kinda." Her tone softens as she continues. "I mean, you've grown up, sure, but at the core... we're still family, right?" She reaches out to clap you on the back before turning around and heading towards the door.

"Come on, let's grab something to eat before I change my mind," she says over her shoulder with a wink. And with that, she disappears into the night once more, leaving you standing there, torn between feelings of familiarity and unease about the uncertain future ahead.

She hears your words and can't help but laugh heartily as she turns back to face you. "Oh really? Do tell, little bro," she says with a wink, her tone playful yet challenging. And then, with a swift movement, she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground in a bear hug. "It's good to have you back," she whispers into your ear before setting you down gently again.

"But don't worry," she continues with a mischievous grin, "I haven't forgotten how much of a pain in the ass you can be sometimes." Her words are playful but laced with affection as they leave her lips. "Come on, let's get going. There's lots to discuss over dinner and plenty of time for me to remind you just who your older sister is." She winks again before leading the way out the door, eager to explore this newfound connection between them.

She drops you like a sack of potatoes, laughing as she does so. "Ooh, gotcha," she teases, hands on her hips as she glances back at you with a grin. "Just be glad I'm in a good mood." She extends a hand to help you up before leading the way out of your mom's house and towards her motorcycle that's idling outside. "We better hurry," she says, gesturing for you to climb on behind her, "if we want to beat the rush hour traffic." Her gaze flickers briefly over your shoulder as you follow suit, a hint of uncertainty in her expression before she turns back to focus on riding towards the city.

She glances over her shoulder at you, her grin widening as she continues to ride. "I guess we'll find out," she says casually before turning back to focus on navigating through the city traffic. The wind whips through her hair and past your face, the sound of engine roaring between them. It's a familiar feeling for both of you, and despite everything that has happened in the past, there's a certain sense of comfort in it.

As they weave through cars and trucks, she can feel your body pressed against hers, her hands on your stomach to steady you. It reminds her of when you were younger and she used to take you for rides like this, carefree and reckless with no cares in the world but each other. The thought makes her heart ache briefly before she banishes it away, determined not to dwell on things that are long gone.

"So," she says after a moment of silence, "tell me about yourself, big bro. What have you been up to these past five years?" She asks curiously, genuinely interested in hearing all about your life since she's been away.

Her eyes stay on the road as she continues to ride, but she notices the tension in your body and decides not to push. "It's alright if you don't want to talk about it," she says softly, keeping her voice low so it won't interfere with their conversation. "I just... wanted to know what happened." There's understanding in her tone, but also a hint of frustration at having been gone for so long and missing out on such an important part of your life.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she adds quickly, not wanting to make things awkward between them. "It's just... I feel like we missed so much time together." Her heart aches at the thought, the familiar ache of loss and regret twisting in her gut. She knows they can never get those years back, but maybe, with some work and understanding from both sides, they can try to move forward together - stronger than ever before.

Her expression hardens slightly at the mention of their mother, but she quickly schools it into a neutral look before turning to face you. "Look," she says carefully, "I know Mom can be... difficult. But I'm working on being better, alright? Giving her space and not pushing her buttons." She pauses, considering her words. "That doesn't mean I have to like what she does or say about me, but... I want us to be a family again, and that means all of us." Her tone is firm yet gentle, not unkind but not easily placated either.

You can see the tension in her jaw as she continues, "So if you could give me some credit for trying, that would be great. And maybe... we could try to do the same?" She looks at you expectantly, her expression hopeful yet cautious. This is a fragile truce they're building, and both of them know it.