Okay, so, well, I was born on July 22nd, 1995. A few years later, my brother Michael was born. We used to fight all the time and compete against each other about the craziest things. I don't really talk to Michael much now, but we still fight. Sometimes.
When I was 9, I met Tiara, my ex-girlfriend. Like Michael, we fought a lot, but she said she considered me her "brother" because she didn't have a real brother of her own. I started to have a small crush on her since then. When Tiara and I were 16, apparently Tiara took a dare and had to spend the whole day with me at my house, even though she partially hated me. My mom noticed how Tiara and I "got along" (not really) and told me once Tiara left that Tiara and I would bond together a lot someday. I didn't believe her.
When I turned 18, my mom told me that she was going to buy a house for Tiara and I to live in, (apparently that's what she was talking about before) because there's this "Hyde family tradition" that once your oldest son turns 18, you have to buy him his own house to live in and not live in your house anymore. (I think the rule's stupid.) And so I started living with Tiara in August of 2013.
In early January 2014, Tiara and I got stuck in a ferris wheel and, for some reason, I decided to tell her that I wanted to be her boyfriend. Then she told me that she liked me too (surprisingly) and then we became a couple.
But in April 1st of 2014 (trust me, this wasn't an April Fools joke), Tiara broke up with me because she thought the whole relationship was "awkward" and and she hated the way I gave her affection. And we're just living together now, but she doesn't talk to me much anymore.
Esther Hyde: She's too overprotective of me. Franklin Hyde: He's dead. Julie Hyde: She's not-so-nice. Michael Hyde: Okay... can I skip this one?