Okay so this is Stefan and Damon but wayyy back before they were vampires- so basically they're humans. I don't know they're age difference but I'm guessing so sorry if I got it wrong and I'm not changing ages if I did sooo just enjoy the story.
One
An thirteen year old Stefan tiptoed into his seventeen year old brother's room. It was nine in the morning, and Stefan was pretty sure that his older brother, Damon, was asleep. He opened the door to the room, biting his lower lip to keep himself from laughing. He tiptoed in there, seeing his bed and sure enough, there was a lump in the covers, and Stefan ran, pounced on it.
"Boo!," Stefan said, he was on top of him-but Stefan pulled the covers off to reveal pillows-no Damon. Confused when suddenly someone pounced on him.
"Gotcha Stef!," Damon yelled, grabbing Stefan in his arms. Stefan squealed and tried to get out of Damon's arms, squirming until he gave up and laughed. "I'll get you next time just you wait Damon!," He said, and Damon wiggled his eyebrows at him-"Suuuurrree,"
"I'm hungry let's go eat something," Damon said, getting up but still holding Stefan on his side so Stefan saw everything sideways.
"You're always hungry Damon,"He said smiling.
"What can I say, I'm growing,"The older brother said, putting Stefan down and they both walked to the kitchen (while they were walking Damon kept making Stefan blush by asking him how the girl he liked was doing and if they did anything together)
"Good morning Damon and Stefan," greeted Emilda-a servant in the house who was the boy's mother's friend and when she died, Emilda took care of the boys, and the boys often thought of her as a second mother- it didn't matter that she was a servant really.
"Hello Emilda!,"Stefan said eagerly smiling brightly at her. "Morning Emilda," Damon greeted back.
"Here are you breakfasts now eat before your father comes and eats them for himself, the pig," Emilda said as she gave them two plates on the counter.
"That must be yours brother," Stefan pointed to a plate, smiling. Damon who rolled his eyes but smiled, they both began to eat when Giuseppe the boy's father clumped down the stairs.
"Damon, I must speak to you in my dispatch now and Good morning to you too Stefan," He said and Stefan said, "Hello Father," Damon was quickly chewing a fried egg and swallowed it. Giuseppe turned and left.
"Damon what did you do?," Stefan said worridly, he didn't want anything to happen to his older brother.
"Nothing, not that I remember-better go see what he wants- don't worry, everything will be fine," Damon grinned at him, ruffling Stefan's hair and walked upstairs to his father's dispatch.
But somehow, Damon couldn't remove that feeling as if nothing would ever be fine again.