Chapter 1- When a boy and a girl talk.
Gi, I wonder who they are.
Don't be like that.
Like what?
You know.
Yes, I do. Do you want to begin?
Yes. Long long time ago, in the gala…
Are you quoting star wars?
Maybe?
Nerd. Don't listen to your stupid uncle, sweetie. It was twenty years ago, somewhere between Greece and Australia.

Twenty years ago, somewhere between Nevada and Australia:

The boy set in the confessional, happy for three seconds of silent. His team was blowing apart, since what happened in Greece. They've won the challenge today, but he had a feeling that even if it is so, it won't last forever.
"Hey." A familiar voice said, makes him turn around.
"So is it OK to talk with me now?" He asked, rising an eyebrow. She was ignoring him since the beginning of the season. "And how the hack did you come in, anyway?"
"The lock is broken." She answered, elegantly ignoring the first question. "Aren't you happy to see me, BBBFF?"
"No." he raised a finger in front of her face. "Don't call me that. I'm too annoyed on you right now."
"What did I do?" She didn't mind if her voice sounded whiny. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she loved the boy much more then she loved her biological brother, and both of them knew that.
"First, you ignored me for months." He started counting on his fingers. "Then, you try to pull me to an alliance with you using tricks instead just going 'Hey big bro, can you vote someone?' which I could reject you nicely."
"If I recall, your answer was to tell me that you talked to me only three times in your life." She answered, smiling a bit.
"Because that was Ms. Alpha Bitch that Everybody Hates. With her I defiantly talked only three times." She sent him a checking look and he sighed. "What do you want me to say? That I knew that secret was important to you and tried to help you keep it? Because that's the reason. Can I continue now?"
She nodded her head.
"Great. Then you convinced my crush to look on my underwear, and right after that you didn't seemed to mind that I could die in the Amazons. And then you called me a lady in Jamaica. Should I keep going?"
"No." she answered. "I think that's enough."
"Wonderful." He said, realizing something. "For someone that is ashamed of me, you sure do get much nerdier."
"Haa?" She was confused. Her love to nerdy stuff sure have gotten bigger lately, but that doesn't nerd her. She had a reputation to save, after all.
"You used BBBFF in a conversation earlier. A year ago, even if you knew what it meant, you wouldn't have dreamed of doing so."
"Dammit." She cursed, understanding that he was, actually, right. "You are right."
"As always." He laughed. "What do you want?"
"What makes you think that I want something?"
"The fact that you wouldn't break your ignorance other ways."
"I need to know who are you going to vote next elimination ceremony we will get."
"Why?" He asked, suspicious. "I'm not going to vote for Gwen!" He added quickly.
"Why not, bear food? Is it because your crush on her? On a girl who rej…"
"How dare you?" He asked, mad. "How dare you to call me that name? You, from all people, should know how much I hate that name." Oh shit. She was such an idiot. "I guess they were right, then." He said, aiming each word so it would hurt her the most. "You are just a bully." He laughed a miserable laughter. "And here I thought that my loving sister would at least give me a break from bullying when we are not at school."
She looked at him. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." She said. "I just…"
"You just looked for a name and found the one you hear the most commonly when talking about me."
"How did you became a psychologist?"
"The same way that you learned how to program. By talking to people that know much more then you about the subject."
"Braggart." She mumbled beneath her nose.
"Why the sudden question about my voting?" He changed the subject back to the original topic.
"I want Courtney out."
He raised an eyebrow. "Courtney?" he asked. "Not Gwen?"
"Ashley Gwyneth Smith can go to hell, as much that I care, but yes. I want Courtney gone."
"Why?" He asked. "Not that I'm complaining."
"She is throwing challenges."
"Why would she do something that stupid?" He asked. It took three seconds before he understood and faceplamed. "Daah. She wanted to eliminate Gwen."
She clapped her hands. "Congratulations. And I thought you were supposed to be the smarter one of us."
"Shut up, Heather. I know where Damien hides your awkward tween pictures."
"You do? Where are they?!"
"Like I'm going to waste my only blackmail on you like that."
"It was worth a try."
He didn't say a thing, just looked at her.
"Please?" She bugged.
"No!" He said immediately.
"Why not?"
"Because your taste in boys is awful, and I need a way to keep you from the worst ones."
"What does that mean?"
"your last boyfriend was bullying me for what… three years or so?"
She froze and her eyes raged with anger. "He did what?" she asked. "Why didn't you tell me?" If she knew about that little fact, Jeremy was dumped weeks before he did, and in a much painful way.
"Because what were you saying, exactly- Hey, Jeremy I'm breaking up with you because you are bullying a boy that I don't like to admit he is my brother?"
"I don't know, but I would. Why do you find it so hard to believe?"
"Because… Because reasons." He didn't explain, and she didn't ask for one.
"Fine." She said, sighing.
"Love you, LSBFF." He called, leaving the confessional.
Heather, now alone, just stared at the point that Cody stood few moments ago, few tears appearing in her eyes. That wasn't fair - that wasn't fair that Cody had so many unsolved issues, and very few people that cared enough to do something about it.

She turned around, cleaning her eyes before returning to first class. And then, of course, all hell broke loose.
You are exaggerating.
I'm not!
Yes you are.
Mom! Uncle Cody! You said that you would tell me a story, not fight all the time!
Sorry sweetie. But you know that when Cody and I are in the same room we start fighting. It's just something that we do.
Can you two at least keep telling me the story?
We will. What happened next?
All hell broke loose!
And Heather was over exaggerating.