Just something I got in my head and thought I'd share . I guess you can say it's a part of my other story "Will you still love me tomorrow?", but it takes place before the movie and before they all left home. I don't own four brothers.
Many people would scoff at the thought of Bobby Mercer caring about anything other than himself, but those people never really knew him. They didn't know how lucky he felt to have his family. They didn't know how much he was willing to give up for them, just so they could be happy. Especially Jack. The small kid who had arrived at their doorstep looking like he wanted to die, and was expecting to any moment. For Jack, he would do anything.
No one was prouder than Bobby when Jack passed a test in school. Of course he didn't show it, instead opting for teasing him and claiming that he only wanted to do well in school so he could join the chess club, a club that was 100% girl free usually.
No one was prouder than Bobby when Jack got his driving licence. No one was prouder than Bobby when Jack laughed.
It was insane really, the things he would do, the things he would sacrifice for that kid. He wondered if Jack knew how many times he'd been in trouble, but somehow always made it home without any bigger problems.
When Jack was around Bobby somehow felt lighter, he wasn't just the kid who'd killed his stepfather with his fists, or the kid that used to trick drug dealers into giving him their money. He was just Bobby, and that was enough. Big brother.
Bobby really wanted to make sure he'd earned that title. Jack made him feel like he was needed in a way that he'd never felt before, not even with Angel or Jerry. Bobby knew Jack was strong, but his soul was fragile and needed protecting, and he made a promise a long time ago to do just that.
Just some random thoughts late at night, really should sleep yawn. Hope you liked this short look into Bobby's head. Hugs.