"FELIPE!"

The dark-haired boy jumped from his bean bag and dropped the controller that he was holding, startled. "What the hell, Mia, I was in the middle of a game!" On cue, the two of them turned to the sound of a failed level. "I was finally about to beat that boss after two weeks of failing. Two weeks." He glared at his younger sister, who just shrugged indifferently.

"Two weeks," she repeated, returning his steady gaze, "That's the problem, Li. All you ever do is play games." She kicked an empty chocolate bar wrapper to the side, "Turn it off and do something productive for once."

He snatched his controller off of the ground and turned back to the TV, "If you disrupted my triumph just to lecture me, I don't want to hear about it. Especially not from my kid sister." He pulled a chocolate bar out of a bag nearby and plopped it into his mouth. The wrapper fell to the ground.

"I'm literally only two years younger than you," she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at his room in disgust, "This is why your room is so messy. At least try and toss the wrappers into the can."

"No can do," he snickered, nodding to the direction of an overflowing mound of trash. He smirked to himself, already imagining his sister's incredulous gawk. The sounds of a level restart filled the room.

"Fe-li-pe," Mia yanked his headphones away from him, "Are you trying to become deaf?"

He paused his game and turned to her, "Maybe I don't want to hear your annoying voice anymore."

She sighed in exasperation, brushing back a strand of loose hair, "What are you trying to accomplish with your life, Li?"

"Look," he hopped to his feet and strode to the corner of his room, "I've already accomplished so much." He picked up a handful of old medals, coughing from the dust that followed them. "I conquered everything life had to offer. Now, my mission isn't at school or anything. There's so much more to achieve here," he pointed at his game, "So if you don't mind, I'd like my headphones back."

"Dear Lord, help my brother," Mia whispered loud so that he could hear her, "He's become delusional."

Felipe rolled his eyes and snatched his headphones back.

"It's dinner time, you idiot. Join us for once," Mia left the room.

"Ugh, why couldn't you have said that sooner?" He tossed his headphones onto the beanbag and jogged after her, "I would've joined if you said something, y' know?"

"I doubt you would've given me an easier time," Mia took silverware out of the cabinets and set them on the table. Four plates.

Felipe gave his sister a surprised look, "Pops is home?"

"Why do you think we're eating dinner together, you dolt."

"We eat dinner together when ma isn't busy from work," he took cups and followed Mia around the table. "And who calls anyone 'dolt' anymore?"

"Ha, as if you're with the times, you're a shut in-"

"At least I'm not a try-hard"

"Idiot-"

"Pushover-"

"¡Hijos!" A warm hand slapped the both of them, "What did I tell you about arguing?"

"Welcome home, ma," Felipe and Mia echoed.

"It's good to see you up and about for once," their mother jabbed Felipe in the forehead, her bracelets clanking against each other.

He smiled, "I'm here when it counts."

"I'm holding you to that," she sat down at the table, "Anyways, hijos, we're going to start without your father. He's running a bit late." Felipe and Mia sat themselves at the table. There was just some sort of authority that followed their mother (aside from the fact that she was a mother). Whenever she was in the room, the attention completely shifted to her. She was the kind of person that others would gravitate to for absolutely no reason. Or maybe, one could simply trust her warm smile and twinkling eyes.

"So," their mother began, "I have great news!" She smiled and pulled out a generic yellow envelope.

"Oooh, did Felipe officially pass his classes?" Mia stuck her tongue out as her brother glared at her.

Their mother chuckled, "Mia, be kinder to your brother." She pulled a paper out of the envelope and passed it to Felipe, "Well, what do you think?"

He stared at the black print, "Two days notice?" Mia skid her chair out and skipped over to peek over her older brother's shoulders.

"Oooh, you actually got invited to something?"

"It's the perfect opportunity," his mother clasped her hands together in excitement, "A chance to get out again!"

"I don't want to go," Felipe gave the paper back to his mother.

"Aww, why not," Mia frowned at him, "Come on, it could be fun."

"Felipe, mijo," his mother held his hands in her palms, "I never said you had a choice in this matter.

Felipe's stomach dropped. He thought of the rusting medallions stashed in the corner of his room, the achievements that he had "beat" and didn't "need" anymore. "What are you trying to accomplish with your life, Li?"

His mother was forcing him to go to a class reunion. A reunion with peers from elementary school. And it was in two days.