Mac and Cheese

My brother and I have been growing closer lately, a prospect that frightens me a little.

All along, ever since he was 3 months old, we have been fighting and fighting, calling each other stupid names with our exceedingly large vocabularies like "moron" or "stupid shit", sprinkling each other with water when we exit the lavatory (which we share) or hiding all the snacks in our "secret stashes" (my parents do that too).

But in a way we seem to have decreased - I wouldn't go to the extent of using the word stop - the number of instances in which we indulge in such childish behaviour. Maybe it's because we're older now, or maybe because I am leaving for the states and so will he in four years and we won't be spending much time together for at least the next eight years, but we've grown to live well with each other.

Now we spend most of our time cooking mac and cheese (he cooks, I pour out the ribena), playing Resistance, the new PS3 game he bought, and watching movies in his room together.

It's not much, but it's a start I suppose.