Back when my brother and I used to fight all the time, I remember wishing that I had a sister. Now that I'm growing up and he's growing up I can't imagine my life without that little twerp. If you don't know already, the twerps name is Tyler.Â
I think everyone has a best friend. I know I have one but I'm starting to consider Tyler one of them. He may not always understand what I am telling him but he's always so supportive of what I do. Oh, and he  always takes my side...unless i'm being completely ridiculous. He may not know what all my favorite foods are but he's been the only one that knows when to crack a joke to make me feel better or when to NOT talk to me when I'm upset. He doesn't have to ask me what's wrong. he doesn't have to ask if there's anything he can do to make things better. He knows that all he has to do is be there for me.Â
He is the most overprotective little brother in the world. I know him just as well as he knows me. He can be so annoying and he has a horrible temper but he's my brother and he is my best friend. He's immature, but still my best friend.Â