Dirk Strider stood on the right side of the bed, his tongue stuck out with a disgusted look on his face. He has just witnessed his little brother be born. He is Eighteen years old and has taken a liking to ponies and raps. He considers himself the gayest yet most fabulous man on the earth. He could handle almost anything, yet he still can't look at his new born brother.

He looks at the child as his fathers cleans him, still holding his mothers hand. He looked down and gave her a reassuring smile, looking back to the little boy named Dave Strider.

After Dave was cleaned, their mother had fallen asleep with their father next to her, so Dirk took him for a bit. The little child looked up at the shades and squealed, making little grabby hands at them. Dirk shook his head and looked into his eyes.

Red.

He sighed in disappointment, knowing Dave here is gonna have trouble keeping his eyes a secret. He walked around the halls, wondering what sneak methods he would teach him first. Maybe he could teach him how to rap. Maybe Dave would like guys like himself.

Dirk shook his head and focuses on Dave, his little brother again. He couldn't worry about what he was gonna be like, only that he had to accept him, no matter what kind of weird stage he went through. And as his big brother, he had to be there for him.

Seven months later

Dirk let out a loud groan and woke up the next morning his little brother crying loudly. Of course he had to be the one tot take care of lil' ol' shitlit. His father was on a business trip and his mother was out getting hammered until she couldn't move. He walked into the nursery to see Dave kicking and screaming. He picked him up and bounced and rocked him until he stopped, and brought him into his room and laid back down.

After about a few more hours of sleep, he heard a knock at the door. He picked up Dave lightly and snuck his through the hall way, stumbling over some beer bottles. Dave woke up from the quick motion and starred up at Dirk, only to get a hand to his mouth, "Don't."

Dirk heard another knock and sighed, "Coming!" he looked through the peep-hole and saw two men in black suits. He slowly opened the door, a bit cautious about them. One man cleared his throat and handed them a pink scarf. The one your mother wore. it was covered it dry blood and you stomach took a twist. "Are you Dirk Strider?"

Dirk nodded and looked over at the other man. The other man sighed and handed a phone, the one you father used. "I'm very sorry to tell you, but your parents we're in a car accident. From what we had heard, they were arguing and Mr. Strider ran a red light."

Dirk's stomach was doing acrobatics while he choked on words. He grabbed a blanket for Dave and ran out the apartment as soon as the suits left. He got to his car and strapped Dave in the back, and made his way to the hospital. He arrived pretty quickly, only to find his mother and father's lifeless body.

'I thought he was on vacation.' 'Why wasn't I told.' 'Did I do something?' 'Was it Dave?' He looked over at Dave and sighed. Dave pointed to their mother and put his fingers in his mouth, "Mama." Dirk shook lightly and put his head on his sleeve, "This isn't fair. He shouldn't have to deal with this kind of trauma. he's only seven months old. Please don't do this to me. Please."