Me and my 12 brothers. YES....12 brothers!

I rummage through my drawers, frowning, trying to find my bloody phone. I’ve searched through my entire room and this is the last place. Where is it?! I stop, pause suddenly, my eyes narrowing before I slam the drawer shut and spin around on my heels.
"EVAN!" I yell, storming out of my room, down the hall towards his, and kick the door open without even bothering to knock.
"Evan...!" A girl’s voice moans, cutting off at my dramatic entrance. My eyes widen to see two people on the bed under the covers. One being my older brother, Evan.
"URR, gross, Evan. LOCK YOUR DAMN DOOR!" I yell and turn to go but pause by the door. "Oh, and GIVE MY BLOODY PHONE BACK!" I shout, slamming the door shut. You would think that would have scared me, seeing my own brother and some girl doing that, but frankly, I’ve walked in on him and a girl countless times before. I hear muffled moaning again and sprint away from his door. So gross. I do not need to hear that.
