I have heard tons of stories about brothers who annoy their sisters to no end. I have heard about the brothers who prank their sisters and hog the bathroom on the first day of school so their sisters can’t get ready. Don’t get me wrong, my brother and I have our differences, but we truly are best friends in the end.

Ever since we were little, my little brother and I have always had a special bond. We loved to be together. Whether it be playing baseball in our backyard or painting each other's nails (he’s going to be pissed at me for writing this, but I convinced him until he was probably seven that boys who paint their nails are cool), we are stuck like glue.

I may be biased, but I think I have the greatest, most fun little brother in the world. He is the most genuine 16-year-old I know and would do anything for his family and friends. My brother is also one of the funniest people to have ever walked this planet. He has me laughing all the time and that’s no exaggeration. He can turn any situation into an episode of "Family Guy," and I swear one day he’s going to be a real comedian.

To show how much my brother loves his sisters, I have a few stories to share. When he was three, my 4-year-old sister wanted to play beauty shop. Somehow, she got a hold of a real pair of scissors and gave my brother a very interesting haircut. The cutting did not stop there, at three years old my brother didn’t sit still very well and his fingers got cut up, too. He was, of course, upset when he saw blood on his hand, but he did not mind his new look. He even volunteered to be first to let me try my new hair straightener a few years later.

As an inexperienced sixth grader who had only had her hair straightened by someone else, it was very generous for my brother to offer himself up. Not surprisingly, I missed his short hair and clipped his ear. He was screaming in pain after a few seconds, said I could never straighten his hair again, and then we went outside and played basketball. He’s such a forgiving kid and just wants to have fun.

The best part about having a brother like mine is that living under the same roof, we are forced to be together a lot, and that is quite a reward. We get to hang out all the time and we can turn any family event into some type of game. For example, my brother and I tend to gang up on my sister a little (sorry sis). We throw ice at her in the shower through the crack in the door, we make gross concoctions of “smoothies” for her, we blame her for whatever we recently got in trouble for. I guess we could be called troublemakers, but I promise, we are good kids more often than not. Even a family trip to the grocery store can be fun. We play the bump game where we slam into each other, pushing the cart until it flies out of our hands. Grocery shopping is much less of a chore that way.

I’m so lucky to have a brother who doubles as a best friend. My partner in crime, and adventure buddy. He’s the absolute greatest. Anyone who has an awesome brother like mine is truly the luckiest.