Summary: She wanted her step sons to get closer. But she had no idea how close they would get. Yaoi, M/M, side Incest, side Yuri, AU, first person. Enjoy!

~o~ I thought of this when I was watching Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Roderick Rules, and I thought of this. It's a Yaoi, and I tried to get their characters right, so, here you guys go! Enjoy! :)

Edit: To any new readers, I want to take a moment to say that while this story starts out rocky and a little badly written, it does get better. And thanks for deciding to read this! Welcome! ~o~

Hey. I'm Roxas Richards. Age fifteen. And I'm stuck in a minivan with my family.

My younger brother Joshua, age three, was in the way back strapped into his car seat, the iPod touch I had saved up for years for in his hands as he played that new SpongeBob pinball game. My mom had made me let him play with it, to my dismay.

Next to me in the front back was my older stepbrother Axel, age seventeen. He was writing on the window with an Expo marker: Axel iz pimp. Sometimes I wonder if he does things like the 'Z' in his 'is' on purpose.

Up front, mom didn't notice because she was busy 'jamming out' to some old person's song. She's forty something. Dad, well, my stepdad, also old, was busy driving and trying to not get us killed, so he didn't notice either.

Axel turned and sneered at me as he wrote 'Roxas iz laem' on the window. I swear, he isn't misspelling on purpose. Mom says that he does it joking, but I know that she doesn't really believe that. He has, after all, failed all the English classes he has ever taken.

"Are we there yet?" Axel groaned and spit on the window to wipe off the marker. With my jacket.

Mom didn't look back, but she turned down the music. "Almost, sweetie. Roxas, can you make sure that Joshy's strap is secure?"

I sighed and did as she said, reaching back and tugging on the straps that went across his chest. She always had me doing this. Joshua bit me and I retracted my hand with a hiss, holding it to my chest. "Hey, jerk!"

He started crying as if I was the one who bit him. I looked down at my hand. He had bit me so hard that blood was pooling in the marks his teeth had made and a large area around it was red.

"Roxas!" My mom snapped at me and turned around. "We do not tolerate name calling!"

"But, he bit me!" I defended and showed her my bite ravaged hand.

She crinkled her nose at me, drawing her perfect black eyebrows together and said, "You probably hurt him! Look at him back there; he's turning red from all that crying! I'm sure he isn't crying for no reason, Roxas."

"Oh my god, he is!"

I looked over at Axel who was smirking at me. Then he looked to mom and said, "He pulled the strap to tight, Tifa. I saw it."

Mom glared at me then. "Apologize."

I groaned and turned back to Joshua who was watching me, sniffling. Faker. "I'm sorry."

Mom smiled, satisfied. "Now, was that so hard?"

Yes, I thought, but outwardly, I settled for just a shrug. I didn't need mom on my case when we were finally going home after spending a week at dad's parents' house. I didn't want to be in trouble when I finally got out of that nightmare.

I had spent the whole week getting my cheeks pinched by my grandma's old girl friends and listening to her and my grandpa's extremely boring stories about 'the old days.'

I could still see grandpa's scrunched up face and beady little eyes as he shook his finger at Axel and I every time one of us took out our cell phone. 'Back in my day, we had to walk to our friends' houses if we wanted to talk to them! And send letters! Do young people send letters? They should!'

Or grandma's flat face, sagging from the absurd amount of makeup she wears when she told us about how women should stay home and do the housework and let the men go out and do the real work. 'Back in my day, women didn't have working jobs! The only job we had was to take care of them kids and keep the house clean and cook them dinners!' Way to set Woman's rights back, grandma.

We finally pulled up to our house and I practically ran to the door, all my bags in my arms.

I had been away from my room for so long I forgot what to do in it. I had to sit there at my desk for a few moments, the computer mouse underneath my hand but not moving, before I remembered what sites to go to and what to click.

A Red Vine was hanging from his mouth as he motioned for me to stand up. "Hey, shit face, I need to use your computer. I broke mine."

I stared at him. "How?"

I didn't know then, but Axel had spilled a bottle of vodka mixed with Sprite on the keyboard. "My keyboard broke."

I sighed and stood up, letting him sit down.

I thought I had a lot of FB hits; when Axel logged on, he had three hundred and ten notifications, eight private messages and eleven friend requests. Neither of us had been able to get on since going to our grandparent's house.

I sighed and sat on my bed, opening a book to the series I had started reading. Axel was on there for at least an hour. I didn't mind. I didn't really notice, I was so into my book. When he got up to leave, he hit my shoe clad foot and said, "Fagot," which I guess could be translated into 'Thank you' in normal human speech. I just hummed and nodded, looking up to watch him leave. Those pants made his butt look nice…

I shrugged off that thought, deciding that I should get a pair like that.

~o~

Dinner sucked. Axel had skipped and headed down to the basement, to our parent's dismay, with his band to practice. Something about a battle of the bands competition. Halfway through the meatloaf, from his highchair Joshua picked up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and flung it at me. He missed and it hit the window behind me.

Mom looked up and said, "Roxas, could you clean that up, please?"

I pursed my lips and grabbed the paper towels from the kitchen, wetting one, before returning to the dining room. While I was cleaning it, they continued eating. Suddenly, bullet past, three globs of mash potatoes came flying at me, two hitting the window, one hitting me in the pack of the head.

I pressed my lips together and slowly looked over my shoulder to glare at Joshua. He was smiling. Jerk.

"Clean those up, too," mom said, indicating with her fork at the two new globs on the window as she chewed.

Yeah, I know. Despite my thoughts, I keep to myself and cut the sarcasm, cleaning off the mashed potatoes and throwing the ones in my hair into the trash.

Axel's friends came up around the end, Axel coming up behind them. They were laughing loudly and Axel was trying to get them to calm down, looking nervously at my mom.

"Mom," Axel smiled. He only said 'mom' when he was sucking up or wanted something. "Jaime Garcia is having a party right now… for his birthday. And he wanted me to come. Could I…?"

"No," Mom said firmly. Axel's friends fell silent. "Absolutely not."

"Please?" Axel pleaded. "Pretty, pretty please? I'll be home by twelve, and I'll do the dishes for a month!"

Mom thought about her, her lips pursed from her concentration. She tapped her French tipped acrylics on the table and looked to dad. He just shrugged and looked at Axel again. After what felt like a century, she said, "Fine."

Axel's friends whooped and he looked happily shocked. Before he could celebrate, though, she ruined it by saying, "But you have to bring your brother."

Axel furrowed his brow at her. "Josh?"

"No!" she gaped. "Heavens no! Roxas. You two need to spend more time together."

More time together? Is she insane? We have enough time together! I can barely stand the time we have! "No, I'm okay-."

"No," Mom says, her eyes never leaving Axel's. "You're going, or he doesn't go."

Axel glared at me and mouthed, 'You better do it.' With a sigh then a groan, I pushed away from the table.

"Fine," I say. "But I have to get these potatoes out of my hair." With a final glare at Joshua, I walk down the hall and sink wash my hair.

~o~

Axel won a big white van off of his stupid drunk friend a year ago when they were playing beer pong in some football player's garage. It was big and white and took up more gas and room than both our minivan and my mom's work car.

He had painted on the side in dripping black paint 'Elektrik Pork Vomit.' Their stupid band's stupid name. It even had a yellow fire bolt that seemed to go behind the letters. That had dripped, too.

I can't count how many times people asked me, "Oh mah gawd, Axel's your brother?" after he drove both me and him to school. Normally, he didn't drive me all the way, though. He would drop me off in a convenient store parking lot down the street from the high school. Said I ruined his image. The only times he takes me all the way are when we're in bad weather or we're running late.

The party Axel was talking about wasn't just some birthday party. It was Jessica the Hippo huge. Eminem huge. Empire state building huge.

It was big, okay?

At least a hundred kids were hovering out on the lawn- the lawn! I couldn't even imagine how many people were inside!

The street was full of cars, and teens were walking down the sidewalk to get to this party. The house was huge, too. One of those up-town homes.

Alas, I'll never see the inside, because Axel and his friends jumped out of the van quickly and locked the doors. From the outside.

I remember this- a year ago, right after Axel had won the van, he broke the locks. So now, the only way it could be unlocked was by the alarm button attached to the keys.

Axel smiled at me through the window, dangling the keys and the alarm button in the air. I glared at him and sat with my arms crossed. I should have brought a book. But it was pitch dark, anyway, and he had no car lights.

I was sitting there for half an hour, watching all the teens outside swaying around with red plastic cups. At one point, a bunch of nice leather couches were carried out to the front lawn and a bunch of guys took turns throwing each other on them.

An hour into it, I was bored out of my mind, and the reality of how mean Axel locking me in had brought me into tears.

I didn't know until now how much he hated me.

Then I remembered something- Sora lived in this neighborhood. When I looked at the time on my phone, I figured that he was still awake (It was only nine thirty) so I called him.

He answered on the last ring. The background was really loud- a mix of loud talking and loud music. I realized that he was at the party, too.

-Locked in a van?- Sora said in disbelief.

"Yeah. Can you help me out?"

-Wouldn't I need Axel's keys for that?-

"Yeah…"

-Oh. Okay. I'll be there in a few.-

True to his word, Sora, accompanied by Kairi, were there in three minutes. He had Axel's keys in his hand and was smiling at me as he let me out.

He and Kairi both took my hands and started dragging me towards the party. "Wait-!" I dug the heels of my Converse into the dirt.

"What?" Sora asked, his eyebrows pushed together.

"Axels gonna get mad," I said, unsure.

"So?" Kairi said. "We're taking you to the party. He can't say shit."

With a lot of reluctance, I let them escort me into the house.

The music was loud. It was some kind of techno. I never really liked techno. People watched as we walked in, many of them nodding at Sora and Kairi or waving or simply saying 'hi.' I zoomed in on Axel automatically.

He was sitting on one of the remaining sofas next to a really pretty girl with blonde hair. She had big blue eyes and was wearing a pretty, white dress. Axel had his arm around her and was smiling as he whispered something in her ear, his hand holding a cup of unknown liquid. She was giggling, her fingers self-consciously touching her lips.

"Oh my god," Kairi groaned. "He's hitting on my sister!"

When Axel saw me, his eyes widened. He loosened his grip on the cup a little and it tipped, spilling the brown liquid all over the girl and her chest.

She shrieked and jumped up. Axel jumped up, too, and tried to wipe her off with some napkins off the nearby snack table. The girl just pushed him off and ran to Kairi.

No one around noticed. They all just kept dancing and talking and drinking.

"Oh my god, Namine, are you okay?" Kairi asked, taking her own napkins from the other snack table and wiping her sister off.

"Yeah," Namine sniffled. She wasn't crying, but she looked like she was about to. Then she looked up at me and she blushed, wiping her eyes quickly and looking down.

Sora smirked and leaned in to whisper in my ear, "She's liked you for like, forever."

I raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. Namine was cute, but she wasn't my type. I'm into redheads.

"We'll be right back," Kairi told us and she escorted Namine away to what I assumed was the bathroom.

When they were gone, Axel stomped over to us, his eyes glowing furiously. "How'd you get out, fagot?"

Sora took the keys out of his pants pocket and dangled then in front of Axel's face. Axel reached his hand into his coat pocket and his lip twitched. "How did you-?"

"Namine," Sora sang happily. "Now, if you don't mind, Roxas and I are trying to enjoy ourselves."

With that, Sora dragged me off deeper into the party, and I nervously watched as Axel glared after us until he was completely hidden by the crowd.

~o~

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Here's the first chapter! Hope you guys liked. :) I'll update soon!

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