This Better Not Show up on Twitter | Gen & Drew
The Tate Family Monstrosity (mansion was too cozy of a word for a house that could fit Rhode Island in the foyer) could get surprisingly loud considering the generous square footage to person ratio, but nothing quite made it's presence known throughout even the farthest corners of the house than the presence of his younger sister.
Despite the morning he had had, Drew actually smiled. Gen was ridiculous and sometimes acted more like how you'd expect a sixteen to act with her phone than an almost-thirty-something, but the facts remained: Drew wouldn't have her any other way.
Drew had been in town -- he could only handle one-on-one time with Mom for so long -- when Gen had arrived, but he could tell that she was there when he stepped into the hall (it wasn't just her music already blaring that tipped him off).
Drew tapped knocked on her door as a courtesy (not that she would hear) and then pushed his way into her old room. Her back was turned and she was doing something on her phone (surprise, surprise). He got her attention by turning down the volume of her stereo.
"Can you put that thing away for two seconds and come say hi?" He asked, grinning.
