Dave
Have you ever noticed that when you want to watch television nothing good is on, but when you really don't feel like watching anything all the good stuff is on? I was laying on my back on the couch where I had collapsed after playing two games of basketball and one game of soccer with Clint. Sighing I flipped boredly through all the channels...nothing.
Clint wandered into the living room with a can of pepsi in his hand and slumped on the couch near my feet. "What's on?" he asked offering me a slurp of his drink. I must have drank over a quarter of it before he realized and snatched it away from me.
"Nothing is on. That's why I'm so bored." Suddenly I heard my stomach rumble, I was starving. "Clint, fancy getting me something to eat?" I pleaded, giving my brother big brown puppy dog eyes. He sighed and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. "Oh, Clint! I fancy some of that turkey bolonge that's in the refrigerator." I swear I could hear him sigh all the way in the other room.
Scott
"By any chance did this help keep your mind off of them nasty dreams?" I questioned quietly, shoving my clammy hands into the pockets of my black cargo pants. I wasn't so good at talking to people about their problems, that was usually Dave's specialty.
"Well, It was kinda...how can I say this....extremely funny." Bob replied in a serious tone. A sly grin fixed upon his face as he lightly punched me in the shoulder. Yeah, funny Duke... "She is a really sweet girl, Scott. I agree with your idea to keep her secret from the rest of the family."
"W..why?" I inquired, tucking my bleached blond bangs behind my ears. It's not that I was trying to keep my relationship a secret, it's just that lately I wasn't in the mood for their bullshit. Usually they enjoy to harass me about being overly hormonal and liking every girl I see. Lies...I'm your typical teenager. I only have one girl that could make my world complete and I don't want to lose her over some of my brothers dumb comments.
"I wouldn't want to bring a girl like her into our household. I'd try to keep her away from the others." He spat rather quickly.
"Hey man, Our family isn't that bad." I shot, "Yeah, we can get out of hand sometimes....but we aren't demented."
"One of us is..." he trailed off sadly, it struck me hard to hear the hurt that was etched in his voice.
"Bob...just because your having these's dreams doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you." He shurgged slightly, "Someone who is really messed up is Blair's brother."
"What's wrong with your girlfriend's brother?" he asked, his choclate brown eyes glowing at me as he brushed some dark brown locks off his shoulder.
"It's..." I took a deep breath, this was hard to speak of, "he beats the hell out of her sometimes...he wants her..."
"Dead?" Bob finished my stumbled question with the correct word. How could he have know what I was going to say....was it that obvious?
Bob
I guess I had Scott stumped on how I knew what he was going to say, but I knew how she felt. Yeah...Clint wants you dead. I guess thats why I liked her right when I saw her, we had some special connection. A death wish.
"You've got to look out for her, Elvis." I spat softly, raking a hand through my brown locks. He needs to look out for you...your the one he should look out for. Not her. He loves her...He needs her. But you need him to stay alive... No I don't. I'm fine. Oh, just keep telling yourself that.
"I know...It's hard though. I can't be with her all the time...I don't know when he'll attack." His voice was so scared and distant that I thought he was going to break down and cry. Scott cry? He's strong...Your the weak one. I'm so glad he found someone he really cares for. Your saying he doesn't care about you anymore. Sounds right. When they were laying in the grass talking I could tell that he really is attached to her and seriously needs her around. She's your replacement. He'd do anything to protect her. He'd never protect you from Clint.
"Shut up! Leave me alone!" I barked angerily, yanking at my long locks.
"Oh my gawd, Bob....Are you okay?"
Dave
"Clint! Does it take that long to make a sandwich?" I hollered, noticing that he had been gone for over fifteen minutes. All he had to do was slap two pieces of bread together with a sheet of meat in the middle.
"Hold on!" I heard him scream from the other room before slauntering into the living room a plate griped in his hand. "Here." he muttered handing me the poorly put together sandwhich. Clint plopped into the black arm chair to my right, watching me intently as I lifted the sandwich to my lips.
"What...?" I questioned, why in the world was he staring at me when I was trying to eat my sandwich. Gawd! He can be so annoying sometimes, but he's my brother and all brothers can be like that. Slowly I bite into the fresh bread, as a gush of fire flew into my mouth. Peering down at the mushy bread, I saw hot sauce oozing out from inside. "CLINT!" My mouth burned, like someone had shoved a match in my mouth and lit it.
"Oooh...Want some Pepsi, Dave?" He laughed, wagging his can in front of my face. I snatched it away and took a large gulp out of it, my mouth burning even more as Clint bursted out into a fit of giggles. He had added hot sauce to his soda also...I flew out of my seat and ran into the kitchen to fill the firey pit with some ice cold water.
"Why in the world did you do that?" I growled returning to the living room to see him lounging on the couch where I had previously been. Clint turned to me and flashed a smart ass look in my direction. Some how I would get him back for this.
"If you wouldn't have been so lazy, and got yourself something to eat. Also...very impaciante and pushy." he said in the tone a kindergarden teacher would use when talking to her student. I sneered and plopped down into the armchair. I was getting pretty lazy lately. I guess I needed to have some sense shot into me, even if it had to be done so heatedly.