A month to get a passing grade? I couldn't bump up his score even a point in eighteen years!

I whined, but the System played dead.

Fine then.

Time was tight, and the stakes were high.

I marched to my closet like Spike from Tom and Jerry, feeling pumped.

From years of watching, I knew Andrew Brook was totally gay.

He acted all proper and cold, but I'd caught him "taking care of business" several times!

It was 10 PM - perfect timing. Maybe Andrew Brook was in the mood tonight.

If I showed up now, sparks might fly.

To boost that affection meter ASAP, the only trick I could think of was using my looks as bait.

Looking through my clothes full of cartoon characters, I almost passed out. What was Andrew Brook thinking, dressing his little brother like some Disney prince?

I angrily grabbed an old T-shirt with a stretched-out collar I'd worn for years.

Bending down a bit, I could just barely show off half a collarbone.

I cursed Andrew Brook again in my head.

He wasn't treating me like a kid - he just didn't want to buy me nice clothes!

He wanted me looking dorky to make his real brother look better!

Grumbling, I put on some athletic shorts. Couldn't find any white socks, so barefoot it was.

Looking at my soft, pale feet, I figured I was golden.

That gay Andrew Brook would totally dig this.

Then I kicked myself for not using these feet to dance on his head earlier.

Wait a sec... I think I accidentally put myself in the bottom role.

Whatever - once I actually got Andrew Brook, I'd make him be on bottom and dress him up in all kinds of fancy clothes!

Daydreaming about the future, I started banging on Andrew Brook's door.

A second later, I regretted knocking.

Shouldn't I have sneaked in quietly to catch him in the act?

Maybe Andrew Brook was there right now, all teary-eyed with flushed cheeks, trying to keep quiet...

If I was lucky, I might even hear his muffled groans.

I could record it and blackmail him into buying me nice clothes!