Smut coming in one of the next chapters! M for cursing. I know, it's a rediculus rating, but owell.
Bro sat on the couch, listening to the first dubstep song that showed up on the YouTube search. He had already heard basically every dubstep song known to man, so it was hard to find good music anymore. Honestly, he DJ'd 10 times better any of those dubstep bands could even dream of doing.
He was just sitting there, being the coolest motherfucker on the planet. He heard the bus drive up outside. Dave was home. Great.
It wasn't that he didn't like Dave; he was his bro, after all. He hated the fact that Dave followed in his shoes. His childhood was extremely fucked up. He didn't want Dave to turn out like him. He didn't want Dave to get hurt. Staying distanced from him was the only way to do it; but it killed him inside. Dave was always a happy-go-lucky kid. Until Mom died. After that, he kept all his emotions a secret. The same as Bro had always done. She had adopted Dave when he was an infant. She told Bro that he favored him, and she immediately knew that she wanted to mother him. That was before that god damned night that that shithead took her life. Bro had never felt more anger and sadness and depression as he did that night. There were so many mixed emotions that he forced himself not to show.
He heard the door open and slammed shut.
"Hey. I'm home. I'll be in my room."
Bro said nothing, and continued to listen to the music. Dave gave a loud sigh. The same as always. Being ignored by Bro. Dave was a 15-year-old kid, after all. All he would want to do is sit in his room and pesterchum what's his face. Not that Bro cared. Dave was basically grown, and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. But that didn't mean that Bro didn't worry about him. Actually, he worried about him a lot. He hadn't had a conversation with the kid in over a year, and they fucking lived together. He didn't know about anything. His friends, his grades, his hobbies, nothing. All he knew is that Dave loved to DJ. They did gigs together, but never made eye contact. Dave was seriously a motherfucking prodigy. He was almost better than Bro.
He heard the house phone over your blaring dubstep. He sighed and paused the video as he walked over and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Is Dave there? Tell him it's John"
Oh. It's that kid he always messages. He mentions John enough when he talks to his other friends on the phone.
"Yeah, he's here. One second."
Bro put his hand on the speaker.
"DAVE! YOUR BRO IS ON THE PHONE. IT'S JOHN!"
"ALRIGHT. I GOT IT!"
He hung up the phone and let Dave and his friend talk about whatever. Bro had seen John before. Dave used to have him over before Mom died.
He wondered what Dave's life was like. He had always wondered that. It was probably similar to his, minus the shitty circumstances, which was basically being on pesterchum and DJing, which was basically what Dave did anyways. He locked his iPhone and wrapped the headphones around it. They were white and worked pretty well for apple brand headphones. He walked upstairs, taking a deep breath. He was about to do something that h was scared to do for years. Something that he might as well regret now.
SMUTSMUT. Short chapter. MUCH longer chapter coming soon! for Maelan!