Hello. This is my first Four brothers fan fiction. This is about Jack and his life before the movie. There are friendships between bandmates, family memories and new ones to come, and relationships.

I sadley dont own anything Four brothers, i do however, own the other characters :)

Chapter one: Frozen Jerky

The smoke floated around the thick cold air as I blew out. The weather was normal for Detroit in January. It was around 19 degree's Fahrenheit. I was used to the cold. As long as I had my cigarettes and leather jacket. I was good. I looked up and glanced down the street as I heard a truck turn the corner. I raised my eyes brows and put out my cigarette. The truck drove up to my house and parked. "Yeah hold on." I yelled out to the truck after it honked. My feet twisted in the snow as I walked up the steps to my house. Today was Saturday and, to me, that meant band rehearsal. Music was my way out, my dream. I wasn't planning on staying in Detroit, hell no. There was an apartment somewhere in New York with my name on it. "Mom!" I yelled from the doorway as I made my way upstairs. "The guys are here."

"Be home before six." Her kind voice said. I smiled at the sound of her voice as I reached the top step. She changed my life. Before she adopted me, I had no idea what a home was, or what a dream was, or even what a family was. I now had a mother and three brothers. I stopped my thought process as I entered my room. It was mostly clean except for the random shirt on the ground and empty soda can. That soda can was where I would put my lit cigarettes whenever I would hear mom come home. I also had air freshener hidden behind my lamp to rid of the smell of smoke. I bent down and picked up my guitar before heading back downstairs. "Now remember, before…"

"Six, I got it mom." I smiled and gave her a quick hug as she met me by the door. "I will probably be back before five anyway."

"Good, because your brothers Jerry and Angel are coming by for dinner. And heaven knows how long its been since Angel has stepped foot through that door." She laughed and walked back into the kitchen. "I am making those coconut cookies you like so much."

I smirked and opened the door. "Thanks mom." The change from hot to cold made my nose run as I walked up to Rick's truck. It was white, dirty, and pretty fucked up. Just like us.

"Fuck man, we have been waiting here forever, be ready next time." He yelled as I took my seat and laid my guitar over my lap. "You didn't grab your damn guitar case?"

"I was hurrying up for you. Now shut your mouth and drive you piece of shit." Rick and Tyler laughed as Rich pulled on to the main road and drove.

"Hey Jack, we are meeting Brax at Rick's house." We shook in our seats a the car drove over lumps of snow.

"Brax?"

"Yeah, Richard Braxton." When I didn't give him a response he continued. "That new kid we were telling you about? Guy has go some serious pipes." Tyler leaned forward and turned up the heat. "It's a fucking igloo in here." He mumbled.

"Brax huh? Who is he, what's his deal?" I pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

Rick took the reigns on this one. "He comes from a rich family down in Delaware. Parents got divorced so he moved here with his Mom and sister." Rick turned and saw Tyler shaking his head. "What?"

"It's up."

"God, that's fucking disgusting." He made a grossed out face and laughed. "And here I was thinking Jack was the only one in this car that I turned on." Rick continued laughing and I rolled my eyes. Dicks.

"No, he lived up in Delaware. Not down in Delaware." Tyler said correcting Rick.

"No Fuckwit, he lived down in Delaware. Its fucking down isn't it Jack?"

"I'm not getting in the middle of this." Was all I said as I strummed on my guitar. Rick and Tyler had been my friends for as long as I remember. I guessed it at five or six years. I don't remember the date exactly. But anyway, Rick was the cocky maniac in the group. He thought his shit was the shit. He constantly corrects people even when they were right to begin with. He gets into shit with people just to get into trouble. Honestly, he wasn't the best guy to be friend with. Then there was Tyler. Good old Tyler. He is that guy who will do nothing but get praise for everything. He had not had one Bass lesson but he plays as though he has magic fingers. I constantly call him a douche because I am somewhat jealous. It fucking took me forever to learn to play the guitar.

"Dick!" Rick yelled as he stopped in front of a red light. "Whatever! It doesn't matter." He opened his glove compartment and pulled out some beef jerky.

"It's probably frozen solid and stale." Tyler commented as he fixed his gloves.

"Shut up smart ass. Anyway, like I was saying." he grabbed a piece of jerky and starting driving as the light turned green. "It doesn't matter." He put the jerky in his mouth and tried to bite into it, it looked as though he was having a seizure because of his bulging eyes and crimson colored skin. Finally, after a loud pop. The jerky broke and he began to chew. "What does matter though, is that we finally have a singer. Sorry Jack but I ran out of Aspirin, I couldn't take your voice anymore."

"Fuck you man, I was a great singer!"

"Was! Exactly! Somewhere in there a vocal string must have broke because you started to sound like my dad having sex during the chorus."

"You would know what your Dad sounds like during sex." Tyler butted in. Rick pulled the car into his driveway. He turned off the car, took his gloves off, and then flipped us off.

"Fuck you both!"

He opened his door and jumped out. "Why did you have to take your globes off to flip us off?" I asked while jumping out of the truck and then grabbing my guitar off of the car seat.

"I wanted to be professional about it."

"Uh-huh."

"Lock your fucking doors." He yelled while he walked up the steps. "Well, well, look who is on time." I looked up as I walked up the steps and saw a guy my age sitting in a lawn chair on the deck. "Brax, you have already met Tyler, but this is Jack. The guitar player and a sad excuse of our old singer." He laughed.

"Fuck you man!" I laughed and looked at Brax. He didn't seem like a guy who would be seen hanging out with guys like us. He had a fancy black button up jacket and shiny ass shoes. They told me that he was rich and now I could see it. His hair was short, dark, and brushed. The only thing that all of us had in common was that we were someone pale. Actually, scratch that, Tyler was darker than the rest of us. He stretched his hand out and waited for me to shake it. I shrugged and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Brax."

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