AN: Oh well... music is the best inspiration, what can I say?
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She was still crying that much he knew. He could hear her across the wall. Even at college they had only a wall separating their rooms. Funny, right? Not so much, especially when he was trying to sleep and she wouldn't let him.
He supposes it's not her fault that her latest conquest in the love department turned out to be a scumbag who had already collected a jar of hearts throughout their first semester. He should have known better, though. That guy reeked of someone who was not trust worthy. But who is he to say anything? He has his own collection of jar of hearts.
I wouldn't do that to her, he thinks.
He could still hear her cries and he couldn't take anymore. He got out of bed and barged into her room, without knocking (he did that an awful lot).
"Get up, princess!" he demanded.
"No! Go away. I'm not in the mood, Der," she pleaded.
"You have to react! Yes, the guy was douche for kissing another girl during lunch when you were supposedly going out, but that was ten hours ago! You've cried enough, don't you think? Now get out of that bed, wipe your nose, eat some chocolate ice cream and start trash talking the guy!"
"Will you listen to me?" she asked so quietly that he didn't quite get it.
"What?"
"Will you listen to me trash talking him?" she repeated, more clearly.
"Don't I always?" he answered, exasperated.
"Yeah, you kind of do… How funny is that when I'm feeling sad and blue, you're always there to cheer me up? That when my heart gets broken, you are always there to pick up the pieces, even though you don't do tears, hugs, or feel good family moments?" she asked, more to herself than to him.
"It's what brothers are for, right?" he answered evasively.
"Step-brother."
"Same difference," he shrugged.
Or not, they thought.
AN: Review?