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I rolled over in bed and sighed, unable to sleep. Scott was sleeping peacefully in his bed across the room from mine. I glanced at the clock that hung above our bedroom door, the neon red numbers reading 2:56 am. Just great. I shivered and wrapped my blankets tighter around me. I know they said Winter would be cold this year, but this was rediculous. And it didn't help that I only had on a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tanktop.

Scott sighed softly in his sleep and rolled over so he was facing me. I bit my lip as I watched him sleep, noticing the way the moonlight drifted into the room and highlighted his spiked hair, making the magenta color in his spikes stand out more.

I couldn't understand why so many people said Scott had an attitude, and was egotistical... thinking he was something he wasn't when none of that was true. Scott had to be one of the nicest people I knew. Just because he drank at parties and smoked once in a while didn't mean anything... most eighteen year olds do the same.

He was beautiful. I knew it was wrong to love a brother as more than that, but you can't help who you love. And I couldn't help loving Scott. But I couldn't tell him that. The last thing I'd want is to make him hate me or think of me as some kind of freak.

So I kept my feelings to myself. Not even Clint knew about how I felt for Scott, though I think he could tell there was something. And Dave was just so fun-loving that he didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't care.

I shivered again, and threw the covers off, getting up to go see if the heat was on or not. I gasped as my bare feet hit the cold, tiled floor of the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around myself as I checked the thermostat. No wonder. It was only set on 50 degrees. I turned it up to 70, hoping to maybe make it warmer.

I went back upstairs and under my covers again, hoping to stop myself from shivering so much. "Bob?" Scott asked softly, squinting in the dark, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said softly, my teeth chattering slightly, "Just freezing my ass off." I oculdn't quite place the look in Scott's eyes. "Do you wanna bunk with me?" he asked softly, "Extra body heat helps."

I bit my lip and nodded softly, crawling out of my bed and into Scott's, laying beside him as he let the covers fall back down over us both. "Better?" he asked, moving over to give me some room. I nodded, willing myself not to get a hard on.

"Yeah," I replied, hugging the covers tighter around me, "Thanks Scott." Scott smiled at me and nodded. "Of course," he smiled, "What are brothers for?" I smiled back and nodded, closing my eyes and welcoming sleep.

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"You're nothing but and egotistical pri.ck!"

"You need to get your act together.. and stop being an ass.hole to your fans!"

I bit my lip as I walked quickly down the street, willing my tears not to fall. I'd gotten so used to hearing those kind of comments, but they still hurt. Everyone thought of me as some kind of bastard. There were tons of rumors going around stating that I'd given many fans the finger, backtalked to them, and that I even screwed willing fans and left.

None of it was true. And these people, the people who call themselves my fans, actually believed it. Everyone thought it was true, and they thought I was really like that, when I wasn't. I sniffed slightly, angry at myself for being so weak and letting them all say those things to me.

I wiped at my tears angrily as I walked up the front steps to our house. "Hey Scott! Could I be your girlfriend? On second thought, no. You'd screw me and leave me!" I stared as I watched a group of girls walk off. What did I ever do to deserve this? All it was, was rumors. Just rumors that they all believed.

I went inside and wiped my tears away again, feeling like such a baby for letting ignorant people like that get to me. I ripped my coat off and tossed it onto the sofa as I hurried upstairs. "Scott?" Bob asked from the kitchen, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, my voice cracking with all the hurt I kept bottled up inside. I ran upstairs quickly and into mine and Bob's room, collapsing onto my bed and burrying my face into my pillow, letting my tears fall freely.

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I watched as Scott ran upstairs, and I could tell something was wrong. I went upstairs, felling my heart drop on his behalf as I heard him crying softly. I knocked on our door softly, pushing it open gently.

"Scott?" I asked quietly, "Can I come in?" I didn't get any answer, so I went inside, feeling awful as I saw him curled up on his bed, crying into his pillow. "Scott?" I asked again, sitting beside him, "What's wrong?"

I was surprized as he threw himself into my arms, his heart felt sobs worrying me. "They don't even know me," he whimpered, "And they think I'm a bad person when I'm not." I knew what he meant. All those people who thought he was a bad person, who teased him and believed those untrue rumors.

"I know you're not a bad person Scott," I said softly, hugging him to me, feeling awful for him. "Hey Scott!" I heard someone yell from outside, "My girlfriend will you a blowjob for your autograph! What do ya say bastard?" I heard laughter then and my anger rose. They had no right talking about Scott like that. I wouldn't let them.

I stormed downstairs and outside, marching angrily over to them. "Hey!" I exclaimed, "What's your fuc.king problem?! Why can't you ass.holes leave my brother alone?"

"He's an ass.hole," the girl said, "He deserves what he gets." This angered me even more, and I caught sight of Scott peering out the window, his cheeks red and tear-stained. My hands balled into fists. "You don't know him for who he really is. All that crap is nothing but rumors and lies. Now if you don't piss off right now, it's personal," I said angrily, resisting the urge to beat them to a pulp.

"Or else what?" the guy challenged, "Gonna get Scott to fu.ck me to death?" That was it. I lashed out and punched him in the jaw, not knowing what I was doing until it was already done. No one had a right to talk about the guy I loved like that. I grimaced as I heard his jaw crack from the force of my punch. The girl shrieked and helped the guy up, who was staring at me increduously. "Get out of here before I kill you both," I growled angrily, turning and going back inside, rubbing my sore hand.

"Fu.ck," I winced as I flexed my fingers. That was no doubt gonna leave a nasty bruise on my hand. I went into the kitchen and pulled the first-aid kit out, bandaging my sore hand with an ice pack under the bandage to keep it from getting swollen.

"Bob?" Scott asked softly, "I saw what happened outside. You didn't have to do that."

"I know," I said, "But they got me so angry. No one deserves to talk about you like that. I know you're not like that. Hell, you're the nicest person I know." Scott smiled slightly. "You think so?" he asked, sitting down at the table. I smiled slightly and nodded. "I know so. And I love you for it."

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Bob loves me? The thought hit me hard. I'd never thought about Bob like that. He turned a nice shade of red as he realized what he'd said. "You.. love me?" I asked, feeling somewhat overjoyed. No one had even told me they'd loved me, except Dad and Sheila, but that was different.

Bob bit his bottom lip, a cute habit of his, and nodded. "I do," he said finally, adverting his eyes away from mine, "I have for a while. I just didn't want to say anything and have you hate me or something."

"I could never hate you," I said softly, "You're the only one who ever saw me for who I really am. I love you too." Bob smiled widely. "You do?" he asked, leaning closer to me. I nodded, taking in his appearance. His blonde streaked hair was shining slightly with that look as though he's just washed it today, and his brown eyes showed all the feelings he felt.

I sighed softly as his lips met mine. It was my first kiss ever, and I couldn't imagine sharing it with anyone else at that moment. The feel of Bob's lips pressed up against mine was overwhelming. The truth slowly revealed itself to me. I was in love with Bob. My brother. And also the only person who saw me for who I really was.

His lips moved slowly against mine, his tounge darting out to run across my bottom lip gently. I sighed and let my tounge out to meet his, the feeling amazing. He moaned quietly and softly moved his tounge with mine, his left hand resting on the back of my neck, gently pushing my lips against his harder.

I let my tounge explore his mouth, running over his teeth softly, the roof of his mouth, running teasingly over his lips before meeting with his own tounge again. We parted, gasping for breath. "Scott," Bob breathed, "I love you."

I smiled at him, pulling him into a hug. "Thank you," I whimpered against his neck, "I love you too."

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