I was bored out of my skull, it was a Friday night and I should have been out enjoying myself, but everything had gone wrong that day, first the party one of my mates at school was giving was cancelled, then I discovered that most of the crowd I hung around with had been collared by their parents to do various things. So I was forced to stay home, across the room my twin brother was looking as bored as I was, not that he looked like me at all, we weren’t identical twins just born within a minute of each other, me being the oldest by that minute. There we sat, two fifteen year old boys, and there sat our eighteen year old sister who had been assigned to baby sit by our parents who had gone off for a long (and I suspected dirty) weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister and I think she’s a dishy bird, but at fifteen I felt a bit miffed that my parents thought a baby sitter necessary.
“What’s on the box Pete?” I asked my brother.
He picked up the telly guide, glanced through the listings and sighed.
“Bugger all.” he replied.
“Andy,” my sister said, “why don’t you read a book or something.”
“I don’t feel like reading Becky.” I replied.
“So what do you fancy?” she said sharply.
“Hell,” I grinned, “I don’t know, but sitting here doing bugger all is not my idea of fun.”
“Put a video on.” She suggested.