" Nothing, just, you know…checking up on you and stuff…” Steven trailed off as he looked at the other side of the room. I had to blink a couple of times and pinch my arm before smirking at him. I walked over to him and started to poke his arm annoyingly like I used to when we were kids.
“You are worried about me,” I said aloud, grinning at him.
He sighed as I continued to poke him, “No I’m not.”
“You love me!” I giggled.
“No I don’t. Stop poking me.” I poked faster and my smirk got bigger.
“Aww, my big brother loves me!”
“No I don’t!” Steven exclaimed, clearly getting more agitated, "

― Sara Massa ,