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I used different names for them, so to start off. Flippy's name is Francis, and Evil's is Ethan. So you guys won't get confused mkay? Enjoy. ^^
Chapter 1: Unrequited Love
[Flippy's Pov]
"You shouldn't have accepted it dear, you know how much that would cost you. I mean it's Nathan we're talking about.." Mom was on the phone again, would it kill her to just keep her voice down? I'm in my room up stairs with my door closed and her voice feel like she's just beside me. "Hm? Francis? Oh he's doing fine, he's about to turn sixteen y'know? Did I mention he got four medals this school year?" She's bragging on the phone again. I just wonder of she really just think of me as a charity award or her son. "Yes, yes. He's getting taller. Looks? Of course! He's my son after all! Haha!"
i rolled my eyes as my mind drifted of remembering during middle school, I was very popular. Girls would really stare and whisper to each other infront of me. Mom would be always held a party just to celebrate, or rather to brag. She has this attitude around people and another when it was only the four of us; my Dad, me, and...
"About Ethan? Oh he's doing great..I guess.." Is that sarcasm I hear? "..Well, there has been some issues with him lately but it's nothing too major. I mean, why can he just be ike his brother?"
Ethan is my brother, two years older than me. Yet he always get hisself into trouble, Dad would always beat him once he get home in the middle of the night, I was always there watching, I wouldn't dare to talk to dad. I didn't have the guts, but Ethan did. We were pretty much like twins, except I have green forest eyes like our mother's, and he has our father's yellow glowing eyes. Everyone would tell us apart by comparing us as; the good son and the black sheep. And of course, I was the good son, i don't mean to brag but that's what I would always hear.
The door swung open roughly as a the figure walked in. I quickly closed my notebook to see who it was, i held up my head to see my reflection. "Hey Ices, where's my bowie?"
I frowned at how he called me, where the hell did he get that nicknamep from? "What bowie do you mea-"
"Nevermind, I got it."
He closed the drawer, standing up and he look at me, as always he's expresionless. "...What?" I stared at him with eyebrows slightly intertwined. We may not be twins, but just by looking, he can perfectly tell what I wanted him to know. He looked at the bowie knife he was looking for a while ago. "You better keep quiet about this..."
"Someday, they'll know.."
He just smirked at me and huffed. "When that happens..I'lll kiss you."
He hid his knife and went downstairs. I could only twitched on how crazy he was, either he just missused the word 'kiss' intead of 'kill' or he's only implementing that it's impossible for him to get caught right? ...Right? I mean, why would he even dare to kiss me? To kiss another guy? To kiss his own brother? Bleh, a shiver ran down my spine as bad mental images appeared on my mind..
It was obvious he was superior, and we're surprisingly in good terms. Not everytime but, most of the time we are. I never wanted to fight back, despite the brutal attitude of his-physically or verbally, I have this soft pity for my brother.
He walks around like he's some badass who's ready to kill you. And believe me, he can. He has this messy forest green hair just like me (though min's not messy as his), sharp gold eyes always getting covered with his bangs, and with this troublesome expression always looking for trouble. Currently he's part of this some sort of gang, I couldn't remember the name though. Yes, he tells me everything, or rather he just lets me find everything out and he just speaks whenever I talk to him about it. I'm glad that he's open with me though..
Yeah, he actually talk to me about decent things about himself, what he wants, what he hopes for and what he hates. Back when we were kids, after dad 'talked' to him, he would come to me with a pained expression on his face. i would just wait for him to calm down, let his anger out, he would never let his anger out on me physically or verbally, he never showed that he hates me. After that, i would just slowly point out the things where he was wrong, making sure i wouldn't sound like mom and dad to him. He would just smile up to me and say; "You're always gonna be there for me right?" i was pretty naive back then, now still. But i kept my promise, i'll be there for him. It was funny how he specifically said i didn't have to talk back or defend him infront of the others.
Because to us, we're different from them. Ethan would always say that, even now.
Everyone maybe against him, everyone may think that he's a bad guy, but only I know who he is and who he is not. And he's my big brother.
...And Iove him.
I watched as he walked out of the front door, casually walking down the lawn and out of our gate. I could only sigh.
He has this charming looks, slender body and a grins that would leave your heart thumping. He's perfect. He would never like me the same way I like him, much less likingna guy for the matter. He's probably too damn straight, probably had laid with girl several times..
Yeah, he's perfect..and the same time a jerk.
Hey guys! I was planning to just dispose of this story, i just saw this old one when i was cleaning up my files. But somethings telling me i should go and publish this. It iant't gonna hurt right? So the big question is, should I continue?
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