Tyler Berry dug around in the fridge quietly. He was hungry and it was late. Really late, close to three in the morning late, and he didn't want to wake Malcom. For some reason, his step brother hated him. Tyler didn't question it for fear of upsetting Malcom further. He was confused by the anger, though. The two had been left in the house by themselves for the summer while their parents went on their second honeymoon. Tyler knew it upset Malcom because the twenty-five year old had to 'babysit' him, but he couldn't really help it. Tyler was tempted to tell Malcom to just do what he wanted, that he could handle himself since he was almost eighteen, but their parents might find out if he did that and it would get them both in trouble. Instead, he let it be and tried his best to avoid Malcom while he could. That meant skipping normal meals and waiting to shower early in the morning. Just to try and avoid him, which he failed at most times anyways. He rummaged around in the fridge for a few moments, picking out some leftover lasagna and fruit salad. He put both containers on the counter and opened them, taking out a fork from the drawer. Tyler gave a happy sigh as he bit into a slice of orange in the fruit salad. It felt nice to have something in his stomach again.