Typically, all siblings just fight over who gets the tv remote or who ate whose leftovers. But me and my brother, Beau, are not like your “typical siblings.” I don't remember the last time we actually fought over something, even just as simple as a tv remote. Instead we listen to music so loud that our neighbors can hear it in their house and go on random Walmart runs to get a air horn so we can scare our mom once we get home. The only thing we argue about it who found the new “good” song first. Without a doubt, my brother is (and always has been) my best friend. Beau has always looked out for me, especially when we were little. I had my own huge room in the basement, because I was always the spoiled one, but I never ever actually went in there unless my brother went with me. I always thought that during the night monsters would come out from under my bed or from in my closet and snatch me from my bed. Instead my mom bought Beau and I bunk beds and smashed them in Beau...