Don't own Mark
Don't own Randy
Even though she's not in this story
I do own Brandy
Randy walked into the kitchen to see his little brother Mark struggling with homework.
"Hey Mark," he said, "need some help with that?"
"I thought you hated me," Mark said
"Now why would you think something like that," Randy asked
"Because you and Brad are always picking at me and teasing me"
Randy paused. He knew that what Mark was saying was true. He and Brad did tend to pick on Mark and tease him. He didn't mean to. It just was… fun.
It was fun for Brad and Randy that is but clearly it wasn't fun for Mark.
"And you got mad at me the other day," Mark added.
"Do you know why I got mad at you," Randy asked
"Cause you don't like me?"
"No," Randy said, "It's because I love you"
Mark looked very confused.
"Why would you get mad at someone because you love them," he asked
"It's because I saw you doing something that would get you hurt," Randy explained, "I know mom and dad wouldn't handle it like that but I didn't know what to do. I'm just a kid myself."
"You really love me," Mark asked
"Of course I love you," Randy said, "carry the four"
Mark did and then it made sense
"Now I know I was mean when I teased you and made fun of you but you have to understand something. I was the baby until you came along. I was jealous of you"
Mark looked confused.
"You're so funny," Randy explained, "and you're smart and you're sweet and I was four. I was afraid mom and dad would love you more then they love me. I know now that that isn't true but I was four. Then I grew into the habit of teasing you.
"It was fun for me and it was fun for Brad but I should have realized it wasn't fun for you. The other day when I got mad at you I realized how much I loved you. I just kept thinking how sad I would be if anything bad happened to you"
"Really?"
"To the moon and back," Randy promised.