Seven a.m. in the morning. Sun just peaked the horizon. Summer on the edge of being here and school a week from being over. Everything seems like it's going great. And it would be great if I didn't have to come to the dam police station.

I passed by the same crew as always. Rich, Flint, Lew, Jim, Karl, and Todd. I gave them all the usual 'Hi' or 'Hey' and they gave back a 'Sup Kevin' or 'how's it been' and the usual from Jim 'Oh boy. What's he done this time?' and my usual reply to him 'The usual.'

Ted open the door to the holding cells, but this time gave me the keys to the cell doors. "Hum, why are you giving me this?"

"You need to talk some sense into that brother of yours'." Ted explained.

"You don't think I've tried that?"

"Kevin…"

"Sheriff, I've tried countless times talking to him. Trying to slow down and everything, but it just won't wor…"

"He almost killed the guy last night."

"Sounds like every other night."

"No, Kevin. He went too far on this one. The guy is breathing through a tube. If I hadn't tasered him, who knows how far he would have gone."

Oh my god, Noah. What are you doing?

"Luckily, the other guy was drunk too so they both were charged with public intoxication and disturbing the peace. Only difference was one of them spent the night here and the other … spent it in the hospital." I can see on Ted's face that he hated giving this news as much as I hated getting it. "Look, I like you two. Your father would be proud of you two … maybe one more than the other." I couldn't help but smile a bit. "But I can't help him out much more. Next time this happens, it may be more than a few nights here." With that, he closed the door behind him.

With the slam of the door, I could hear Noah moan from the cell at the end of the hall. I walked down to the end of the hall of empty cells to see him laying down on the floor of the last one on the right with his feet towards the wall and head towards the cell bars. He had his black jacket over his face to block the sunlight that was slipping through the overlook windows from the other side.

I started kicking the cell bars with my steel toe shoe. "Ugh." He took off his jacket and squinted his eyes towards me. "Uh. Pick up time already?"

"I hate you. I really hate you."

"Nah. You don't hate me." He sat himself up with his back towards me. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"Fine it's a love, hate relationship." I started kicking the bars again.

"Ahhh!" He cupped both his ears with his hands.

I stopped and let him get him up on the metal flat they call a bed here. "Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why did you get in a fight, this time?"

"Let's see ..." His mind must be shuffling through that thick skull of his. "I won the tournament last night. Forty Thousand dollars, Kevin. Forty Thousand!" He looked over to me for excitement but all he got was an annoyed teen. "Anyway. I won. Although the guy who lost was fierce. He was even fiercer seeing me getting it on with his girl at the club."

"Oh my god, I hate you." Those words couldn't come out of my mouth any faster. "I hate you. I hate you." I put my palm over my eyes. "Um … My head hurts."

"Don't talk to me about head pains. I got the worst hangover right now." I gave the bar one last big kick, which was load enough for him to fall back and cup his ears again.

"Noah, my god. Can you just stop?"

"Stop what, exactly?" He turned his head towards me.

"This. You need to stop doing this. Stop getting arrested. Stop the bar fights…. Maybe stop doing this fighting thing all together."

He smirked and got up and slowly walked to the bars blocking him from me. "Give up fighting?" He chuckled a bit. "Did you not hear me? Forty thousand dollars I got for that tournament."

"Yeah, and we lost Ten thousand of it."

"Why?"

"Because of your bail." My voice grew a bit louder. "Why do you keep doing this?" He just leaned against the bars and stared at me, as if he was examining me. "You almost kill the guy. Killed! And for what? Just because you wanted to fight. That's all you ever do."

"Well sorry for bringing in some cash for us?" He said with sarcasm. "The guy was being an ass hat anyway."

I look up towards the ceiling. "Please help me." I'm close to ripping my hair out. "What happens if you actually do something that you come back from?"

Noah leaned back, scratching his head and yawning. "What do you mean?"

"You almost killed that guy. If you did, then you would be in prison right now, and guess who can't live on his own yet? I can't loss you."

"You're not." Both of us fell silent. "But you can't stop me from fighting. I'm gonna fight."

"Why?"

"Because I can."

"You're going to kill someone one of these days, if you keeping going at it. Honestly, does that sound ok to you?" He just looked away without saying anything, pissed off. "Noah?" I kicked the bars again. It seems as if he can't even hear them now. "Well?" He said nothing. So I did nothing. I started to walk off towards the door.

"Kevin?" He said. I kept walking. "Kevin?!" He yelled down the hall. "KEVIN!" I slammed the door behind me. A lot of the officers looked to see a pissed off me. Something they don't usually see.

I got to the front desk and tossed the keys back to Ted. "Didn't go well?"

"Nope." I slammed through the front doors of the station and to my car.

I sat there for a minute. Don't break down. I thought that to myself as I kept pounding at the wheel. After a bit I just whipped my head back and stared at the people who walked by thinking I'm crazy. I don't blame them. My god, what am I going to do? I can't think. Not now at least as I can now see that I'm going to be late for school. I turned ignition on and drove off to school.

I pick up my tardy slip and got into the second half of first period. The day seemed to drag on. Grant it, everyday does but today more then ever. I wish it was because of the urge of summer like most. Although the feeling went away when Amy hugged me from behind during lunch and gave me a kiss.

"Hey there." She swept around the table and sat in front of me.

"Hey." My voice was a bit underwhelming and she knew why.

"Have a fight with Noah, again?" She tried to gain eye contact with me as my head was down towards the mash potatoes on my tray.

"Ugh." I put my fingers through my hair.

"You know he doesn't mean half the things he says."

"No, but he does mean the other half. You know that being drunk is like a truth serum. You just let it all out." I look to her to see the disappointed face that Amy always gives me. I moved the tray and placed my face flat down on the table.

"That's pretty gross to put your head that."

"Yep"

"Oh boy." Olivia slid her way next to Amy. "What's wrong this time?"

"The typical sibling rivalry." Amy informed.

I picked my head up and placed my chin on the table facing them. "Now when you say typical, what do you really mean?"

"What happen?" Olivia asked.

"He got arrested. Almost killed the guy. Had an argument about it. I don't know." I always have this feeling of guilt when this stuff happens. "Maybe I overreacted."

"Wouldn't be the first time." Olivia says with half a mouth full of her sandwich. My eyes narrowed towards her. She just shrugged in response.

Blake had walked up to the table and talked to Amy. "Amy, just wanted to let you know that Dad said he's not going to make it home this week."

"No. Why?" I didn't have to look at Amy to know how upset she was. Her voice said everything. It seems like her dads is always out of town off doing who knows what. I still haven't even met the guy.

"He just said that he got a new priority to handle at work."

"He always does, doesn't he? I really wanted Kevin to meet Dad."

Blake looked towards me and I gave a slight grin. Then with annoyed look on his face, turned back to Amy. "Anyways, he says he'll try to make it in next week."

"Alright." Amy's voice slowly went back to a joyful tone.

"Also, let's head out around 6 tonight to drop off mom at the airport."

"Ok. You're driving the way there and I'm driving the way back."

"Alright." He started to walk off towards his usual table. "I'll pick you up at the front. See ya, Olivia."

"Bye, Blake." She said back.

"Bye, Blake." I said. He just turns his head away. I lowered my voice. "Yeah, screw you too, buddy."

"Kevin!" Amy heard that?

"What?" I wiped up to normal seating position and lean towards her on the table. "I mean seriously. Why does he hate me? What the fluk did I do?" Mrs. Kelly has eagle ears.

"He's just over protective."

"Are you kidding? Do you not see the way he stares at me? He looks like he wants to pop my head like a pimple. Do you see those arms of his? He could and I think he will soon enough."

"His arms, uh? You been looking at those, uh?" Oliva smirked.

"No. No. Not like that."

"I'm just saying, you did always come off a little bit of a women."

"Hate … you."

Amy couldn't help but giggle before getting up. "Well, I have an essay do next class and I got a few correction to make." She walked around to wrap her arms over my shoulders one more time and gave me a kiss. "See you tomorrow."

"Not if Noah kills me tonight."

"Stop being so dramatic." She shook me back and forth. "It's not like you left him at the station." I let out a bit of a groan. "Oh. Well in that cause, it's been fun being your girlfriend." She gave me another kiss and began to walk out of the cafeteria. "See you next period, Olivia."

"See you, Amy." Olivia pushed her tray aside and pulled her binder out to do some math problems.

I looked around the cafe. Looks like he not here. "Where's Luke?"

"Skipped school."

"Why did he skip this time?"

"He didn't finish his project and said, and I quote 'I don't want to deal with that stupid -' …. ugh …. B 'again.'" I swear Mrs. Kelly is staring us down.

"Lord." My phone started vibrating. I look and see that it's Noah. "How is he out?" I said out loud. I answer. "Hello?'

"Hey. So what do you want to get tonight? We got a guest so it's got to be nice."

"Noah, how did you get out?"

"Our guest." He sound even smugger on the phone then usual.

"Who?" I thought about it a little. "Oh my god. I swear if you brought over that girl, I'm going to kill you."

"Nah. It's not her. Don't even know what the bitch looks like anymore."

"Nice." I just started rubbing my forehead.

"You know what, I'll chose this time. I'll see you later." Then the line ended.

I leaned back in my chair and start rubbing the back of my neck with one hand and dialed up the station on the other. "So he's out?" Olivia asks.

"Yep."

"Who let him out?"

"I'm about to find out."

"Hello. Warwood police department. Please state your emergency."

"Hi Kim."

"Oh hi, Kevin." Joy seems to come up in Kim's' voice when she has a call from me. "How are you?"

"I've been better."

"Oh, I know what this is about. I'll transfer you to Ted."

"Thank you, Kim."

Ted picked up. "Yelloh?"

"Ted, why did you let Noah out?"

"Well, when you left, he called in someone who came and got him out."

"Can you tell me who?" My head couldn't be throbbing as hard as it is now.

"Yeah. Give me a minute." I could hear the rustling of papers both from the phone and Olivia's binder. "Got the name right here. Oh!"

"Oh? O .. Oh, what?"

"The guy he called. He's an old friend of your dad's."

"Really?" I didn't know anyone of my parents' friends. "What's his name?"

"Ken Masters."

Ken Masters? "Who the hell is that?"