Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 11:53:28 -0600
From: Michael king <thewriter1@live.ca>
Subject: Lil Bros 5

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Lil Bros
Chapter 5

     With Scott gone Michael dressed and headed over to the mall where he
did his shopping and bought the extras that he needed. Then it was back
home and putting things away.  He fell asleep on the couch shortly there
after. He had not forgotten what Scott had told him, but it wasn't
something he cared to think about. Michael fell asleep on the couch
thinking of Tommy and how he last looked. Silent tears ran down his cheeks
as a slow anger burned in his heart.

	When Scott left Michael's place he stopped at Peter's and spent an
hour there, then he went home, he was hoping that his brother was home, but
the place was empty so Scott just went and showered. He needed it and he
spent a long time just soaking up the heat. Then he dressed and lay on the
couch watching TV. Scott too was crying, but for a whole different
reason. He had taken a chance and told his best friend and the boy he cared
so much about that he loved him and all Michael did was turn his back on
him.

	At school and basketball practice, Michael avoided Scott. Richie
and the Archer brothers couldn't understand what had happened, and every
time they tried to talk to either of them they just said that it was
nothing. The music teacher asked Michael if he was going to join the talent
show, or do something for the Christmas show. Michael said he would do the
Christmas show, but he would have to think about the talent show. So it was
back to practicing the piano and trumpet, playing old carols and hymns.

	The Christmas show went off and Michael left the school. At home
Michael closed the curtains and locked the doors. If people looked they
could see the lights on, but that was all. Michael had already dropped of
the presents he had bought for his friends so he wasn't worried about
anyone coming over. Sitting at the piano, he played for a couple hours,
then made himself some dinner.

	The next morning after he had eaten breakfast he dressed and locked
up walking to the jetty he jumped onto his boat and after getting it
started he untied it and soon was motoring out of the harbor. Then he set
his course for Nassau where he was going to spend his vacation time.

	At the Parker home Richie and Scott were busy putting up their tree
and helping decorate the house. Richie couldn't figure out what was bugging
his brother and so far hadn't talked to him. Scott acted happy, but Richie
knew his bro. "Scott, we gotta talk." Richie spoke as he placed the star on
top of the tree."

"Sure bro what's the problem."

"You are, something is bugging you big time and I wanna know what it is."

"It's nothing, I can handle it."

"Not this time, so tell me if I am wrong, its Michael isn't it?"

"NO, now just let it go."

"Oh shit, bro no matter what I'll be with you."

"IT'S NOTHING SO LET IT GO."

"Bro, tell me."

" I SAID FORGET IT."

"What are you two yelling about?" Mrs. Parker asked.

"Nothing mom." Richie answered.

	Scott had run out of the room when his mother came in. Richie
seeing this sat on the couch. "Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure Richie."

"Well how would you feel if you found out that one of us was gay?"

"Well I guess it would be a shock, but I would still love you. I would
stand behind you and help, knowing that it would be a hard life for you."

"Thanks mom, you're the best, but I think some one is in love and was
tossed aside."

"You mean your brother?"

"Yeah, haven't you noticed, that he doesn't spend time with the team when
we are over at Michael's?"

"I saw that, but I just thought the two had a fight."

"I don't know what happened, but it's eating Scott big time."

"Okay, let me talk with him and see what happens."

"Thanks mom."

	As Richie and his mom were talking Scott was in his room crying, he
had Michael's picture in his hands, beside him was a small box gift wrapped
for him. "Why can't you accept me Michael, I love you so much it
hurts. You're the only one other than my bro that showed you cared. Why
can't you love me back?"

	Scott's mother heard this as she slowly opened his door.  "Scott
may I come in?"

"Sure mom."

"Scott, no matter what is wrong I will always love you. Your brother is
worried about you and so am I."

"I'm fine mom really."

"I'm sure you are, and I think you would be better if Michael was here with
you?"

"MOM! What are you saying?"

"I am saying that I love you no matter what, and I did hear you whispering
to Michael's picture."

"Oh hell, now I wish I was dead."

" No son, you just have to get on with your life, give Michael time to
accept you for who you are, don't push it."

"Okay mom.

"Now come on I have some cookies on the counter unless Richie has eaten
them all."

 Back in the kitchen Richie was sitting at the counter eating some of the
cookies when Scott came back in, walking over he hugged his bro. "Sorry for
yelling at you dude."

"It's okay. Just know we are here for you."

"Does the team know?"

" Hell bro they know and don't care. Well maybe one does."

"Who Michael?"

"Yeah. Maybe we should go over and talk to him."

"Good luck, I went over earlier he isn't home. His neighbor said he left
with a bag and headed to the jetty. So I went there and his boat is gone."

"Damn where did he go, he was supposed to be with Cory over the holidays."

"I know, so now we got to let Cory know he isn't here."

	With Christmas over Michael was back for the New Year. He hadn't
told anyone where he was and so no one knew he was home. With a quiet new
year alone Michael got himself ready for school to start. The first day
back Richie cornered Michael. "Hey bro where you go for the holidays?"

"I was in Nassau, I needed to get away."

"Don't you think you could have told Cory?"

"Why, it's not like he's family."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, ever since Tommy's death you have become
and real prick. Get over it."

	Richie didn't see the fist that hit him in the mouth, he did see
Michael turn and walk away. Michael was mad, angry at himself and the cops
who seemed not to be doing anything to find Tommy's murderer, but he still
went to his classes. Word had spread through the school that Michael had
busted Richie's mouth and no one wanted to be near him. At basketball
practice the team worked, but they ignored Michael. Half way through the
practice Michael went and changed then left. As he was leaving the school
he saw Scott running up to him. "Michael, until you change and get back to
the person we all liked, we the team have decided to ask you to stay away."

"Fine, I'll be happy to, least I don't have to worry about being around a
fag."

"What ever, your not wanted on the team. Least they accept me."

"Fuck you Scott, go join your boyfriends."

	Leaving the school Michael walked home. With his home work done,
Michael started his dinner. He had just sat down when he saw the Parker
brothers walking up the side of his house. He was just about to get up when
the patio door opened and Billy and Peter just walked in.  "What you guys
doing here?"

"Time to talk Michael, Scott told us what happened at school."

"So?"

"So, don't you think you could cut him some slack, we all know about him
and we don't care."

"So you be his boyfriend then. I don't care he can stay away from me."

"Fine, well we had our say and so we will be gone."

"Sure see you at school."

"What ever."

	For the next month no one at school talked or hung around
Michael. He wasn't too concerned, Jerry Archer had become Cory's big
brother. It was the start of February that Cory and Jerry were at the
park. " Jerry, why don't Michael wanna be with me anymore?"

"I don't know Cory, you're a sweet kid."

"I like him, but he don't care about anyone."

"That's not true Cory, He just can't deal with a big problem he has."

"What his brother?"

"Yeah, little man. He loved him a lot."

"Oh."

"I have an idea, it worked before maybe it will work again."

"You thinking about a party again?"

"That plus maybe a special dinner for two."

"Cool can I help?"

"Sure, but it will take a while."

	Both Cory and Jerry worked together with Billy and Peter helping. A
few letters, talking to the team and parents soon everyone was pitching in
to help. It seemed like everyone wanted to old Michael back, so the planned
keeping Scott and Michael in the dark. Those two still weren't talking and
it was getting hard on the team as they were losing the urge to try there
best on the court so they were losing game after game. Michael since the
team had asked him to leave had not gone to a game, but he heard the out
comes.

	Jerry had gotten in contact with David Calruso again and asked if
he could make it to a party and talk to Michael again. The party he told
David would be in three weeks at the same park. Cory had himself written a
letter to go with Jerry's hoping that it would help. As the two boys were
setting things up Michael was going on with his life spending the weekends
on his boat away from anyone. On Valentines Day, Michael found a card in
his mail, there was no name to it, all it said was I love you, tossing it
on the table Michael went and played his trumpet. For dinner he went out to
the steak house. Then it was home to bed. Walking in his room after his
shower he saw a red rose sitting on his pillow. Brushing it off Michael
called Peter.

"You still got my spare key?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Did you use it tonight?"

"No, I was out with my brothers."

"Okay I'll get it back from you tomorrow please."

"What ever, bye."

"Yeah bye."

	Michael's sleep wasn't a good one, he tossed and turned his bedding
ending on the floor. By four Michael was up no being able to sleep any
more. Grabbing a juice he sat and finished his homework then dressed and
had breakfast. By seven thirty Michael was on his way to school. He was
tired, but he could handle that. The morning went fast, Peter had given him
back his key and walked away. Stuffing it in his pocket Michael sat in the
corner of the cafeteria during lunch, with his head on his arms Michael
rested, but soon was asleep. Not even hearing the bell ring. He was still
there when the last bell rang.

Peter who was running through the school, was going to cut through the
lunch room when he saw Michael still in the same place.

	At practice he told the team what he had seen. They all said the
same thing, "So what." the practice started and Peter forgot all about
it. Michael had woken up and gone home he sat in the front room doing his
homework when he heard a knock at his door. Opening it he was expecting to
see some one but know one was there. He was just about to close it when he
saw the box leaning against the wall. Opening it he found it was a box of
chocolates with a small card saying the same thing " I LOVE YOU." taking it
he walked over to the garbage and tossed it away. Little did he know that
Scott was watching him. When he saw that he walked home.

	At home Scott saw his bro laying on his bed so he went into the
kitchen. Minutes later he was back and closed Richie's door and went into
his room. Sitting on his bed he played with the knife he had taken. Richie
heard his door close and getting up he opened it and walked over to his
Scott's room. Richie had just opened the door when he saw his brother slice
his wrist. Screaming he ran over and knocked the knife away and grabbed
Scott's wrist.  " You stupid fuck, what are you doing."

" I wanna die so let me."

" No, now lets go, I am taking you to the hospital."

" Let me go, I'm not going anywhere."

" Yes you are. You're not going to die on me, not over Michael he's not
worth it."

" Just let me die please?"

" No. grabbing the phone while still holding his bro's wrist Richie called
Mrs. Parker and asked her for help. Then he called their mother and told
her that Scott was going to the hospital and asked her to meet us there. By
the time he had finished his calls Mrs. Parker was there.



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