"Move." Laura whimpered, giving Gil a tiny shove in the lower back so that he would step out of the door way so that she could get in from out of the cold. She slide around his side, and instantly saw the two on the couch, "Ohh, that's so cute."
"No. It's not." he shot, pulling his long blond hair back into a pony tail, and quickly wrapping a rubber band around it a few times. He shifted uncomfortable for a few seconds before striding over to the two.
"What are you doing?" Laura called quietly from behind him, her eyes wide with some sort of confusion.
"Nothing." Gil said subcontiously, before reaching out and twirling his finger around a strand of Tal's hair. Suddenly, he yanked his hand back with force causing Tal's head to jerk forward with the harsh yank on his hair.
"Shit, man." Tal whimpered, a hand shooting outward and ramming Gil in the lower stomach. Cautiously, he peeked open his eyes, little blue amulets glowing from the light of the television. "What the fuck, Gil?"
"Get up." he stated.
Tal sat up, then glanced to Brooke who was still sleeping peacefully in front of him. He smiled weakly, and crawled over her, standing infront of Gil. "What do you want?" he inquired.
"How about if you just leave her alone for once?" Gil snapped, "All you ever do, you do it for fun. It's just a game to you. A twisted game."
"Shut up." Tal hissed, "And it's not."
"Next week, I'll walk in here and see her crying on the couch. And why? Because you fucking said something." he countered, "Do you not understand what your doing?"
"You don't know anything." he shot, "You don't know shit...FUCK! Gil, you don't know a fucking..." His voice was cut off abruptly when he felt a cold hand touch his shoulder. He spun around quickly to be staring into clear blue eyes. They showed nothing but confusion.
"What's wrong? why are you freaking out, Tal. Did something happen?" Brooke gushed, as she glanced around wearily. When her eyes landed on Laura, and her slightly shocked face, she realized that it was just another brotherly fight.
"Tal's just being a fucking prick." Gil snapped, reaching out and grabbing onto Brooke's hand. Slightly yanking on it with some force to get her to walk away from Tal, "I'm taking you home."
"But...why?" she spat, still not sure what was happening.
"Trust me, you'll thank me in the long run."