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Sorry I haven't updated in a while;; School is over, so I'm like, suuuper free to write now! Ohyes! 8D

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My name is Nickie.

That's what I said. Yep. At least I think so. I can't remember much after being stuffed into the car and Reagan yelling at me. I can't remember what exactly he was saying, but all I know is that I don't like yelling, at all. It's useless and my ears aren't exactly the most sturdy thing in the world. Who needs to fucking scream anyway? I can hear inside voices just fine. Dumbfucks just want to make themselves more of a dick and scare little kids when they scream. Scary kids scaring kids.

... And yes. I do like that band.

I eat my Froot Loops in peace on the breakfast nook watching Sunday cartoons and dressed in pajamas that I don't recall changing into. I assume Reagan put them on me. Or Anthony, because he's just so fucking creepy. Stupid creepy... dumbfuck. I hate him. I hate him and the rest of the stupid fucking wo-

Oh my god. Powerpuff Girls.

Automatically I turn my head to the screen in the living room. Oh yes, I do love this show so much. Oho. Quietly I drone into the show, as if it was some kind of brainwashing device. That's what television is for anyway, right?

I continue to eat in silence, ignoring the spots of milk I made on the tabletop. They can evaporate into little milk flakes or something. If I was that bored I could probably watch them do that. but I'm not, so let's refrain from it.

Whatever comes up to my mind next... Is a blank. It's like Sunday has completely drained me of thought itself. Nothing is real right now. Even myself.

I stare down at my hand, and suddenly it begins to tingle. Somehow I remember this feeling... but... From where exactly? Silently I ponder to myself. The question pops into my head now.

What exactly happened last night? I remember being ditched by my own twin brother, then getting an ice cream and feeling sick. Then I met that guy who worked at the cinnamon bun stall and we talked(which was so great) and then Reagan came and-

And I told him my name.

I place my spoon on the table. Why doesn't this seem to shock me. I've always been this way; always saying my name because I was taught to answer when I was asked. Reagan was taught too and we used to both act the same, but when Charlotte moved here he became... So different. More confident than I ever was, or have been... Maybe even more mean, but then again he's just spoiled.

It wasn't Charlotte's fault though, she helped us change for the better. She helped us grow.

"Nickie dear, good morning." A voice tears up my thoughts and I jump. Why do people constantly do that to me? Not cool carrots.

I don't even like carrots. So that's even worse.

"G'mornin Mom..." I smiled to my mom and she returned the favor with her usual pretty smile. We chat here and there, but when she turns around to cook, I have nothing else to do but observe her.

My mother is not the average single parent. She's gorgeous and pale with long brown hair and soft brown eyes that are rimmed with a frosted shade of blue. On the rare times when she's angry those eyes FLASH damn straight and you freeze as if the next move you make will be your last.

It's fucking creepy I'll tell you that. Good on her, though.

"Nickie, are you going out with your little friends today...?"

"What friends? I have friends?" I smile weakly, and she waves a wooden spoon at me.

"Oh don't be a smartass, little boy."

She asks me a few more questions before I walk to the living room and start to watch more PowerPuff Girls.

I love this episode.

I turn off the shower head and Reagan pouts
"I wanted a waterfall with our bath."
"A waterfall that will overflow the tub? Smart, Weegan." He splashes bubbly water at me, and I squeal.

I'm so manly.

Anyway, we're taking a bath together and it's not uncommon for us. Two scrawny teenage boys in a tub filled with a LUSH brand Creamy Candy bubble bar. How uh, kinky.

We sit around the tub for a while, small talk here and there. Unlike my brother, I'm washing my hair with the bubbles and taking advantage of the hot water so I can get out faster. I'd rather not be raped today, thank you. Trying not to anyway.

"So who was that guy last night, Nick?" Reagan asks me as I slip on my lame Christmas boxers.

'The sexiest guy on the planet of course.' I start drying myself off slowly before answering.

"Um... I don't know... but he gave me a cinnamon bun and hung out with me..." Reagan's face darkened. I winced behind the towel.

"So you're telling me... that you don't know who this, this guy was, but you took his offer and talked to him?" I chewed on my lower lip, nodding slowly. Reagan is only a half inch taller than me, but he's still much stronger physically than me, myself, and I because he works out for soccer.

It was obvious anyway, I was nothing but a stick. Before my brother could even move a muscle, I got on my knees slowly, touching the ice cold corner of the tub to face him. We were face to face, only being separated by the tub itself. Reagan smirks, because he knows I do anything for him.

I was so fucking pathetic on the outside. I'm so, fucking, pathetic.

"I... I'm sorry... Sorry Weegan."

"You should be."

"Um... so I have to go out with you and your friends... Because I really-" Reagan scoffs, and suddenly he yanks my chin up. Oww.

"I wouldn't even want you to hang out with us, little Nickie. Be a good boy and play by yourself."

"I don't even like your friends, I'm just asking because you seem to be dragging me everywhere lately!" I scowl back and yank myself from his grasp. Before he could say anything else I rushed out of the room, picked out some clothes and hid in the basement.

Because I know he wouldn't dare go down there.

We are both eight years old. Reagan has already lost his first, second and third tooth.

As for me, I'm too afraid to yank teeth out, so I've only lost one.

Today mom bought us both ice cream. One is vanilla, the other is strawberry.

We love ice cream but we never really get to eat it because our dad stays home too much on the days we're allowed to buy them. So today he is gone, and for now we have time to have some.

"Which one do you want Reagan?" Our mother asks quietly. She attempts to groom down our matching scruffy brown hair, but fails.

"I want 'twahberry." His absent front teeth give him a huge lisp, but he talks too fast for people to notice.

I on the other hand, also wanted strawberry. I make sure that expression wasn't on my face when I picked up the vanilla one though. But like all mothers, mine already knew what flavors we liked, and disliked.

"Reagan, are you sure you don't want vanilla? You know Nickie likes strawberry ice cream."

"Yeah I know," My brother says as he unwraps his treat. "'Cause that's why I took it."

I make a face, but before my mother could scold him, I had already taken a bite out of my vanilla ice cream. It was too sweet.

I remember spitting it outside. I remember my puppy Mari eating it after, and then licking my hand.

Stubbornly I lick the ice cream again, and my mom starts to reach for it but I turn around.

"Weegan wants my 'stawbawy, I'm gonna eat his vanilla." I force the confectionery down, pick up Mari and walk away, back into the pink playhouse that I really, really liked.

I remember that night my dad found a pink ice cream stick in the basement. He dragged me down there, and showed what happened when you ate such a sugary confection in this house.

Honestly I think that scar on my back never went away, even though my dad did. He never came back, too. Neither did the pink playhouse he shattered against an oak tree.

But now I'm certain that the two months I had to stay in bed taught Reagan a lesson.

I think that was the day I found out that pain could be worse than yanking out your baby teeth.

Much worse.

SHORT CHAPTER DON'T BEAT PLZ Dx

I honestly don't like this chapter very much. It's so.. choppy. It makes me want to cry. Cry big juicy tears of teenage angst.

Ya hurr?

I'll probably update a longer chapter later on next week though. Maybe even draw Nickie and Reagan for all of you little scamps. Ohoho yes. Deviantart whoring. xD

Thanks for reading, please review (x

-Blank Sky