They are my only youngest, I am their only oldest. Two irritating siblings with the stubbornness like our mother and who look like me. Two who refuse to get along with each other. Two lazy bums who sit on their beds. From my room, I can hear one yelling at the other, but I ignore it.

My youngest is strong. Even being just 12 years, she can throw a very good punch. Knowing how good of warrior she can be,I tend to avoid making her angry. I avoid her altogether.

Two irritating who like to argue, tend to get along. Play wrestling like theres no tomorrow. Two who like to show how tough they are. Its how funny they can be. Laughing,laughing,laughing, is what I hear. I join in.

My youngest starts tickling me in my sensitive spots, I start to swat her playfully laughing so hard my stomach starts to hurt. He then grabs her pinning her down, I reach down and start tickling back. Another fight starts between them. Two who argue. Two who fight. Two irritating siblings.