"Hey, kid" Mumbled Dally, in the voice of his that makes him sound like he's stoned all the time. Probably because he is. "Hi" I replied softly, not bothering to look up from my book. Most people are scared of Dally, or those who claim not to be will not dare say it to his face. I can't see why though. From my point of view he's not scary in the slightest, I guess you could say I get away with anything when it comes to him. He's all I've got, and I'm all he's got, apart from the gang. Dallas Winston is my big brother.
I guess It's about time I introduced myself, My names Jayson Hunter Winston. I'm thirteen years old, almost fourteen though. Looks wise I'm pretty similar to Dallas. Greased back Brown hair, Dark blue eyes, Not overly tall but an acceptable height for a thirteen year old to not be classed as small. Like my brother. I too am a greaser, surprisingly though, I'm not part of the 'Curtis gang' however I am part of the Brumly Boys much to Dally's disapproval.
Slamming down on the couch next to me, Dally swiped the book straight out of my hands effortlessly and began to read it out loud. "Dal!" I whined. "Give it back!". Chuckling he tossed the book back onto my lap. "Kid, It's Saturday night, and you're sat at home reading a book. How old are you? Fifty?" Dallas mocked whilst putting his feet up onto the coffee table doing his signature grin. Dally likes to mock my interests, He enjoys going out and harassing the public or whatever else he does. Whereas i enjoy to read whenever I'm not with the gang.
Giving a dramatic sigh, I turned to the clock on the opposite wall to the one i was facing. It was already 12:34am. "Oh, man. How'd it get so late? I've got a tonne of homework" I moaned. Before Dally could even fire some sort of sarcastic remark I reluctantly tossed the book onto the table and made my way into the bedroom. If you're wondering why me and Dally share a room it's because our flat is above Bucks, It's really small and there's only one bedroom in it, Dallys hardly ever in anyway so i get it to myself mostly.
After giving up on the idea of doing homework and just accepting my fate of about seventy detentions I collapsed onto the bed, sparing no room for Dally. Just as I was about to slip into a deep sleep, the bedroom door comes flying open slamming hard against the wall creating a loud bang that made me jolt up. "Inconsiderate bastard..." I muttered a little too loudly whilst hiding my head under my pillow. "What was that?" Playfully demanded Dally before launching himself onto the bed. "Jesus kid, you're taking up the whole bed here" moaned Dallas. "Sleep on the floor" I shot back, feeling pretty proud of myself for that remark. "Ouch! What's gotten into you tonight, man" Before getting comfortable and Resting his arm above my head.
Within minutes of him being in bed, I noticed his breathing begin to slow into a more relaxing rhythm. How does he fall asleep so fast? Unfortunately, that was one of the traits I didn't inherit from our parents. But lets not get onto the subject of them.
It's way too dark to see the clock in our room, but I presumed it was getting on for 2am at the least. Yet I still could not sleep, Damn you Insomnia. At this point, Dallas was starting to go into a deeper slumber. I know this because when you've shared a room with someone for four years, you tend to develop a mental knowledge of their sleeping patterns. But the downside of this was, as he got deeper into sleep, the louder he snored, excluding the possibility of me getting any sleep tonight.
It ain't that bad, you know, not being able to sleep. Gives ya' time to think with no interruptions. I had pretty much recited my entire life story in my head before I began to feel sleepy. At last, I'll get some shuteye'. But all thoughts of sleeping were pushed to the back of my mind when my trail of thought went to the subject of my family. Ah yes, my great family...
All my life I've been different from Dally. He's tuff. I'm not , He gets girls. I don't, He hardly gets arrested for doing stuff now. I do. Believe me the list could go on forever. Was I adopted? Maybe that's why Mum and Dad hated me. That has to be it. There is no other reason.
I could not wait any longer for an answer, regardless of how exhausted I was, I needed to ask Dally so my mind could be put at ease. Depending on his response. I slowly began to prop myself up on my elbow, almost instantly Dally pulled me down by my forearm into his embrace. "Shit." I muttered almost silently. In a failed attempt to wriggle out of his arms I ended up getting my head stuck between his neck and the pillow. I'm ain't even sure how it happened.
Instead, I gave in and began to cuddle into my brother as this only rarely happened, so i may as well make the most of it, ay'. Less than five minutes later Dally awoke from his sleep. "Everything alright'?" sleepily mumbled Dallas, obviously confused as to why we were so close.
"Um.. yeah. I tried to sit up in the night but i guess I disturbed you so you kinda just grabbed me" I managed to say without telling him that my full intent was to wake him up and question him about being his real brother.
"Ah, sorry about that. Why were y'all trying to sit up anyways?" He questioned. "Oh, uh.. nothin'. I just couldn't sleep." I'm not sure why I lied, I should have just came out with the question right then and put an end to this sickening feeling that was developing in my stomach.
"You know I can tell when y'all lyin' to me, Jay." He questioned again, in a mixture of a sleepy daze and a sense of genuine worry. I felt him turn slightly to put the side lamp on, I immediately covered my eyes from the blinding light although he seemed to be unaffected by it.
"Tell me" He demanded acting slightly worried, I couldn't tell if it was real or fake, when it comes to him you can never be sure. "I was just wonderin' somethin" I said averting my eyes from his down to the covers that were barely covering my worn out black jeans. I hadn't bothered getting changed tonight. "Well what were you wonderin?" He asked abruptly. I could tell he was getting irritated by my slowness to answer his questions.
"Was I adopted?" I blurted out. He furrowed his eyebrow at me and let out a small chuckle. "Is that seriously what's kept you up all night?" He asked, obviously finding this amusing. "Yeah. I don't see whats funny about it" Tears began to well up in my eyes. No. I was not going to cry now. I'm not a fucking baby.
Sighing and looking back at me "Jay. I can assure you that you ain't adopted. If ya' were I would have told you a long time ago." He reassured me. "And if we weren't real brothers. How is it possible that you look exactly like me? Eh?" He then flashed me one of his smiles. Not a smirk or a grin. A real smile, Like he used to do when we were kids.
"It's just. We're so different." I replied, unsure whether the conversation was over. " Ain't no one the same, Jay. Just because we act differently and like different things don't mean we ain't brothers." He replied, still looking bewildered as to why i could possibly think that.
"I guess so" I smiled at him and lay back down, I felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Taking one last look at the clock, it read 4:09. I've got to get up for school in three hours. Tomorrow should be fun.
The light went off and I felt Dallas lie back down. To my surprise he placed his arm above my head, softly stroking my hair. It's times like these that remind me how much I love my big brother.
Although we may not always show it, I love my brother. And deep down I know he loves me too.
To be continued...I promise more action will come along in the next chapters, I just needed to get the boring chapter out of the way. REVIEW! Is it a good fic? or an awful one?
Au revoir!
