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"Ah shit!"

"Mother fucker!"

"Bastard!"

I groaned and shoved my pillow over my head in the hopes it would muffle out the sounds of my brother attempting to (and utterly failing) to cook. It grew eerily quiet for a few seconds before a sudden clanging of pots falling to their doom on the kitchen floor invaded my ears.

"Son of a bitch!" he hollered.

I flung my pillow across the tiny room we shared, and stomped five steps to my left: in our new kitchen. "Shut up!" I yelled at my little brother's tall back.

He spun around, pancake batter splattered all over his black wife beater tee and jeans. "Would you like to do this your highness?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because if you want to make breakfast go ahead. I'll do something more productive like say, get another fucking job while you sit on your ass all day."

"Daddy what's wrong?"

At the sound of my nephew's soft voice I inhaled, clenching and unclenching my fists. We tried our hardest not to let Shane see our fights though without doubt the little guy got an earful. I turned around to see him watching us with wide blue eyes, his blonde hair askew, and his Blue Clues blanket wrapped securely around his neck. "Nothin' big man," my little brother- Ian- replied with a sigh, walking past me to kneel in front of his son, "How ya feeling today?"

"Good."

Ian smiled, ruffling Shane's hair. "That's my boy. Ready for your first day at preschool?"

Shane looked at Ian before he looked at me, fear plain in my eyes. "Nothing bad is going to happen. You're going to make friends," I chirped in a voice that sounded more cheerier then I really felt. I think Shane knew it too because he wrinkled his nose in that same disbelieving way Ian does when he smells a lie.

"I don't want to go to school," he whined. "I hate it here."

"You haven't even gone there yet," Ian countered, scooping Shane up. "Come on, let's get dressed."

"I'll try to make breakfast," I volunteered and couldn't help the smile that came out as Shane's face brightened.

"Are you gonna make chocolate chip pancakes Aunt Alyssa?"

"I'll think about it buddy. Go get dressed."

Shane nodded, patting Ian's head with one tiny hand. "hurry Daddy! I'm gonna get food!"

Yeah and hopefully it'll be edible because my cooking isn't quite as great as Ian's. But I kept that little tidbit to myself. I got to work on a fresh batch of batter; healthy and straight from a box, along with a hot skittelt to flip said pancakes. We'd just moved to this tiny place called Forks, Washington, in a tiny apartment on government housing, with only one thing on mind: getting as far away as humanly possible from Houston, Texas.

Ian and I are fraternal twins with me being six minutes older. When we were freshmen in high school Ian (being the wonderful genius that he can be) got involved with the wrong crowd…putting it nicely. Getting drunk and bullying teacher staff, defacing school property, beating up other gang members, Ian was headed to Hell with a one way ticket. I was never in any of his schemes for a "wild time", mainly because our mother seemed to prefer me over him and he'd get jealous. Extremely jealous. Which is why he had begun dating a crack addict several years older than him: Lucille Ball.

To make a long story short, Ian knocked up Lucille in his junior year and dropped out of high school so he could take care of the baby Lucille didn't want. Ian may be the very definition of a delquient but if there's one thing good about him: he will always handle whatever responsibilities are given to him. Lucille abandoned her son on the side of Highway 45 enroute to San Antonio and Ian found our adorable little Shane in the nick of time before any serious damage could be done to him. Not so with our parents. Shane was the final straw and they disowned Ian and Shane. I may not be the best sister in the world, I may not be the best person in the world, but no way in hell was I going to throw out my brother and my new nephew. So I got kicked out too.

And now here we were; struggling to get by at twenty two years old, jobs impossible to find (for me at least. Ian has a new job as a car mechanic and considering the fact he used to hotwire and steal, he's pretty good at it), good food a rarity, and making sure to always put Shane's needs before ours.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes before I poured a new pancake onto the skillet. It sizzled. "Aunt Alyssa look!"

I turned around, hand still curled on the handle, looking over at Shane who had the hugest smile on his face. "You got a Spiderman backpack," I cooed and Shane nodded happily.

Ian winked at me before ruffling his son's hair. "Yeah yeah. Ready tiger? We'll get you some frosted Poptarts since the pancakes ain't done yet. Deal?"

Shane looked at me; a shocking picture of what Ian looked like at his age, and I nodded. "Sure short stuff. I don't mind. These will just be for us," I promised as the doubt lifted from his face like rain clouds chased away by the sun.

"Ok!"

I flipped the half done pancake, watching as my little brother and my nehphew walked out the room, the door slamming shut. We're poor: barely getting by on government funds and disowned by our own family. Ian dropped out of high school, never getting his diploma. I never started college. But whenever I see Shane smile like that I can't help but think everything will be all right.

"First thing's first though," I said to myself, "I need to finish cooking and dressed so I don't look like shit."