Warning: If you do not like yaoi then please don't read. Thank you! - Fangurl
Five years later . . .
One night, Eric was awaken from his sleep a little after two in the morning. He could hear something loud coming from Alan's room. Groaning, Eric got out of bed and walked down the hallway to his brother's room to see what was going on.
Looking inside, Eric saw Alan was lying in bed in the fetal position, whimpering and crying. Eric rushed over to his brother and whispered "Alan, wake up. You're having a bad dream."
Danielle had told Eric, when they first met, that Alan had started having night terrors occasionally, ever since his father died, and had recently been having them more and more. Alan opened his eyes and looked up at Eric. The brunette shook as he asked "Eric, what happened?"
"You had another nightmare Alan," Eric informed gently as he gripped his brother's head. Alan seemed to recall the nightmare and cried more. "Hey, it's okay, nothing's gonna hurt you," the blonde promised quietly. "It's all in your head."
Eric stood up to leave, but Alan grabbed his wrist. "Will you stay in here with me for a little while, just in case I have another nightmare?" Alan requested.
Eric looked down at his brother, sighed, but replied "Scoot over." He climbed into bed with Alan and tried to make himself comfortable. Before Eric knew it, Alan was laying his head on his chest. "Alan, what are you doing?"
Immediately, Alan drew his head back. "Sorry, it just felt right," the brunette apologized before turning away from his brother.
The fifteen year old blonde looked over at Alan. "So, if you're so smart, why haven't you found a cure for your night terrors yet?" he asked.
Alan turned over to face his brother. "It's not that simple; scientists have been trying to prove it for years, but different minds think different things. As soon as you think you have a cure, something happens and it's back to the drawing board," he explained.
Eric smirked and ran a hand through Alan's hair before saying "You really are a gifted learner; even at two in the morning you have some kind of brainy response."
The blonde turned over and tried to go back to sleep, and Alan watched him. He knew they had school in the morning, but Alan couldn't sleep, so he watched Eric. When he figured Eric was in a deep enough sleep that not the slightest movement could awaken him, Alan lie close to Eric and cautiously began to wrap an arm around his brother's waist. Alan lie his head against Eric's back and could feel his heartbeat, and hear him breathe. The brunette thought nothing wrong of it, and smiled as he closed his eyes.
The next morning when Eric woke up, he stretched and felt his brother's arm around his waist and his head against his back. Eric jumped up out of Alan's bed, waking the brunette, and demanded "What the hell were you trying to do?"
Alan yawned before saying "Nothing, it just helped me sleep. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Alan, you know I'm not like that," Eric reminded. "I mean, dude we're brothers."
The brunette nodded. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you," Alan muttered before turning his head.
Eric stood there silently for a minute before saying "C'mon, we gotta get ready for school."
Alan slowly got out of bed and changed clothes before joining Eric in the bathroom. The two began to brush their teeth, awkwardly looking over at one another from time to time. After they got ready, the two climbed into their mom's car and were silent the whole ride to school. Alan casually looked over at Eric, and saw him was glancing out the window. The brunette pulled out his phone and texted Eric:
Alan: Are you mad at me?
Eric: No, why?
Alan: You've just seemed distant this morning...
Eric: Well I think you know why
Alan: Yeah…
Eric: I love you bro
Alan read the last text and looked at Eric. The blonde then added,
Eric: But not like that..
The brunette smiled at his brother and nodded. Eric knew that Alan had recently told him that he was bisexual. Eric didn't care that Alan chose that lifestyle, but Alan had requested that he not tell their parents just yet. Alan then texted back,
Alan: I love you too Eric, as a brother
Eric: Let's not tell anyone about this conversation or about what happened last night/this morning btw us
Alan: Okay, are you sure you're not mad at me?
Eric: I'm sure Alan, I could never be mad at you
Alan turned off his phone and grinned to himself as Eric put in his earbuds and began to listen to his music. Looking out the window, Alan questioned why he was beginning to blush and feel his heart pounding after reading his brother's text. What's happening to me? Alan thought. Why am I feeling this way?