"Yes, she's spoiled and she knows it," Theodore laughed. "She's always had us both wrapped around her finger, but fortunately she turned out so well that she almost never exploits that fact."
Theodore actually had to think back, which is something he never thought he would have to do. "Blond, though not with the curly hair. More platinum blond, and...well, it was the nineties and I do believe center-parts were all the rage." He chuckled. "He was...haughty, at times, I think that's the right word. Entitled. Stuck up? Around most people, anyway. I saw more of the, well, the "real" him than the face he showed to the world. I think for a time I was really his only friend, though he always had a cloud of admirers and hangers-on. We grew up together; our fathers were friends and so I knew him before we both ended up at the same school. But I never much cared for his friends and I was a little possessive, to be honest." He stopped and considered what he'd just said, and laughed again. "Not exactly a glowing recommendation, I suppose. But you can be blind to a lot at that age. I think it's hard to say if we'd be friends now - obviously, I'm the case in point, but twenty years can change a person quite a lot. I wouldn't be friends with my own sixteen-year-old self."