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HelloILikeIt: Thank you for your great review! Well what should I say? Yes Erik will be a good brother but he also will be a little harsh but also soft. He didn't spend very much time with Charles so he has first to find his brotherly feelings. Thankyou very much! Well I am Russian but my grand-grandmother was german so .. but yes I was for Germany! And I am living here now for twelve years so I have somehow the germanspirit Yeah I noticed the tense problem, but I tried to do better in the second chapter. I hope you like it and thank you for reading my story!(And Yes! Everyone is celebrating here happily in Germany!)

Just A Reviewer: Thank you too for your review! Yeah I noticed the tense problem (leider habe ich dieses Problem auch in Deutsch ) I will try to continue posting new chapters And thank you too for reading my story! I am glad you have interest!

Seven: Thank you too for your review and for your interest in my story! I hope you will continue reading my story ;)

So l am trying to not mix up the tenses and I hope you accept my apology for the grammar mistakes (and several other mistakes)!

Son now have fun!

CHAPTER 2: MOVING IN

As they drove to Erik's flat, Charles had many thoughts in his head. Erik sat silently in the driver's seat while Charles was in the backseat. Some of Charles' belongings were on his left. On his lap he held his school-bag which was full with school-books, notebooks and several other things for school.

He had pressed the bag to his chest since they left the manor in Westchester and hadn't let it go.

Charles had stood silently before the manor with his bag in his arms and looked at it the whole time while Erik loaded Charles last boxes into the car. It wasn't much because some days before, they managed to send the most of Charles things to the flat. So it wasn't very much left to get into the car.

The most of Charles' belongings were books. There were a lot of books. Erik was not pleased, but nevertheless he helped pack them and transport them to the flat. He just muttered the whole time that he would have to buy more bookshelves for Charles' new room.

It was like Erik hadn't enough problems now with his younger brother living with him, and now this! Bookshelves! Bookshelves aren't really a problem, but Erik was stressed…. So he had a right to get a little bit angry. Unfortunately Charles was very sensitive and got quiet as he heard Erik's mutter and after a moment told Erik that they could leave some of his books behind, but Erik just said that it was okay.

Charles didn't understand him. Didn't he just complain about having so many books? Why did he say that it is okay now? Charles was confused but said nothing. He didn't want to disturb his older brother more than necessary.

And with the sudden silence Erik got a little bit confused, because before that Charles had talked the whole time, with his quiet excited voice, about his favorite books. And suddenly not even a peep cam from the twelve year old. But he didn't think more than necessary about the sudden silence. Charles has always been strange.

As Erik got done with loading he turned to the shorter boy. Oh God, he was really short for his age. The boy looked more like a nine year old than a twelve year old. Puberty definitely wouldn't be pleasant for him. If he ever went into the puberty.

Charles just stood there with his bag and looked at the big house in front of him. What is he doing there? Erik asked himself and drew his eyebrows together. The squirt is really strange…

Erik let out a sigh and called, "Charles! Come on, we're leaving now!"

But Charles didn't respond. "Charles!" Erik tried again. But as Charles continued to ignore him, he let out a frustrated sigh, and went straight to his brother and grabbed him by the shoulder before turning him around to face Erik. Just then Charles looked up in surprise to his so much taller brother and looked questioningly at him.

"Hmm…?" Came out of him.

Erik turned his left eyebrow up. "You're finished now? I said that we are leaving now. Let's go."

Charles just nodded and Erik let out another frustrated sigh before he turned around, went back to the car, and opened the backseat door.

When Charles didn't move he asked him sharper than intended," What are you waiting for? Get in the car. We don't have time to stay here the whole day!" Just then, Charles moved quickly to the car and climbed inside, before Erik closed the door and sat in the driver's seat.

He put his seatbelt on and looked into the rearview-mirror. "Don't forget the seatbelt." He reminded his younger brother.

Erik have been very stressed these last few days and more very annoyed because of the paperwork. He had to sign Charles up in a high-school. Yes, in a high school. Charles seems to be a very bright head. Erik knew this already, but he didn't know he was that smart! So it was a surprise when he talked with his old school and learned that his little brother was going to go in 9th Grade of a High School.

Well… you can say Erik was more than surprised to hear that and sat quietly for a moment. He had to take it in.

And then he had to make the guest room suitable for the twelve year old. And there were some more papers to sign for social services and, and, and…

Good that this is over now. Now he just had to raise a child! Oh boy…

As Charles strapped his seatbelt in, Erik started the engine and they drove away from the manor. Meanwhile, Charles took a last look at the house. He knew it wouldn't be the last time he would see this house, but still, somehow it felt like saying goodbye.

He looked back until he couldn't see the house anymore. Then he pressed his bag to his chest and looked out the window during the drive . Not one word came out of him the whole drive.

Erik turned the radio on after a while as they drove silently to New York.

Hours later they were finally there. As they reached the city Charles, looked with curious eyes out of the window. So that's the place he will live in now. It's not his first time in New York. The few times he ever came here he always spend time with his father and his brother. But he hadn't been older than six! So he couldn't remember very much of his time here.

Erik studied back then and lived in the apartment his father bought him. Erik wasn't very happy about it. He loved to be independent. He wanted to prove that he could live without his father's money. Actually, he always wanted to prove something.

But Brian insisted, and told him to take it as his University Entrance Gift.

Erik had already been studying in Germany and his father then got wide eyes and clapped his hand on his face and said, "I knew I forgot something." Erik just let out a sigh and accepted the "gift" knowing that his father wouldn't accept a No.

They also went to restaurants a lot of the time and to Central Park. But after his father's death, Erik and Charles stopped seeing each other. The only time they met was on Charles' birthday and on Christmas. Erik wasn't a very social person and he had a lot of work to do. Also he didn't know what to do with his short and much younger brother…

So Charles didn't remember very much of New York. And now here they were. New York. The boy was exited, but also afraid. He was such a big city! And he couldn't remember seeing so much people! What could he actually do in a city like that?! Back in Westchester he didn't went out a lot. When his father lived they went out a lot but after he died the excursions stopped abruptly.

At school, he didn't have any friends. He was always different and smarter than the others, and he had other interests that his classmates, that didn't help to find friends.

And then he skipped two years.

It didn't help either… It made the whole situation even worse. His classmates started to tease him.

Maybe now that he would live in a big city the school would be also bigger and his classmates wouldn't even notice him? Charles heard once that in big cities you don't know even your neighbors. So it had to be the same in school…

His new life just terrified him. He dropped his head.

As Erik parked the car he turned back to look at Charles. He sighed. Here they were! Now let the fun begin!

After a moment he got out of the car and said, "We're here now. Come on." Then he started to take out the boxes and Charles quickly got out of the car.

He looked around and noticed the clean houses around him. Some of them were old fashioned, and some of them were modern, and others were just ordinary houses. They were build out of grey and black bricks. But some of them had also this orange brown color. They were also built tall.

All of the houses looked very neat. It was a nice looking neighborhood.

When Charles turned around he noticed the house he would now live in. It was one of these ordinary and modern houses with grey black bricks and modern windows. He remembered this house a little.

It was the year Erik decided to study in New York. He lived with them in Westchester during his vacation. He looked for a place to stay in New York.

While he searched for a flat his father secretly bought him, a new big apartment with two floors!

Then one day they made trip to New York and the first stop they made was by this apartment…

Erik wasn't that happy and felt a little uncomfortably…, but he knew that his father had done it for him and he couldn't say no anymore. The apartment had already been bought.

Meanwhile, Erik started to take a few boxes out of the car and went to the house entrance.

"Come on Charles! Do you want to stay here all the day or do you want to go in?"

He looked at him expectantly.

Charles smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm coming."

And then he ran to Erik who was already in the house and called the elevator.

"My apartment is in the third floor. So don't get lost."

Charles wrinkled his forehead and looked up at him. "Why do you think I would get lost?"

"Well, you look like a person who gets easliy lost." There was amusement in his voice. Charles was not pleased and looked down on his bag.

"I don't get easily lost." He murmured.

"If you say so." Erik chuckled. At that moment the elevator came and they stepped in.

Sometimes Erik could be very mean. Charles should be used to it. Because every time they met, Erik mocked him. Sometimes he just needed to call him squirt. How Charles hated it! It wasn't his fault that he was that short!

Erik was tall. Why wasn't he? They shared the same father! Shouldn't he be at least a little more taller? Charles was irritated.

They stood silently in the elevator and then as the door opened they stepped out and went to Erik's door. Erik placed the boxes on the floor and took his keys to open the door. As he opened the door he took the boxes back on his arms while Charles stepped in.

He went across the room into the bright living room, which also had a kitchen area on the left side of the room. Next to the right of the kitchen area were the stairs, which led up to the second floor of the apartment. On the left side was also a hallway which led probably to another room.

In front of Charles was a bright window and on the right side where the room ended was the same modern metallic window. The room was full with several things. On the couch you could see several pillows, on the other couch too. Across from one couch stood a television. There was also a carpet and a coffee table.

As Erik entered the room with the boxes and went straight up to the second floor Charles supposed his room would be there. He followed Erik upstairs.

"This is your room now, squirt." Erik said as he entered Charles' new room.

"I'm not a squirt." The short one whispered quietly, but Erik heard it anyway and chuckled again.

"Sure, squirt." Charles hated when he did it. Now the word started to sound weirder than it had before.

In front of Charles was a bright window like the one downstairs with dark blue curtains. On the left side stood a bed. There was also a night table, and on the right stood a desk with a chair in the corner. On the left side, opposite of the window, was a closet. Next to the closet were bookshelves in the wall. There were still several unpacked boxes in the room.

How Erik wanted to fit additional bookshelves into the room was a mystery to Charles. Sure the room wasn't small, but it wasn't big enough, either, that you could put more furniture in.

Erik must of thought the same as he put the boxes into a corner of the room and looked around. Oh yeah… there was no way he could put more bookshelves in.

He went back to the door and put his hand on Charles head. "I'm going back to the car to get the others boxes. Don't break anything." Charles ignored the last part. "Shouldn't I help you?"

Erik smirked. "You? Oh man, no better not. You'll break yourself. While I am getting your stuff, you can unpack your things here. Better start with your books. I will help you later with your clothes."

Again Charles choose to ignore a part of Erik's speech. "You know that I am twelve and not eight, right? I can unpack my clothes by myself."

"Ahh… I don't think so." Erik countered and left then the room.

Charles looked for a moment behind him. What was wrong with him sometimes? Actually, what was wrong with all people? Why did they treat him like a little child? It was always the same…

He sighed. Then he dropped his bag next to the desk. He didn't care what Erik wanted him to do. He would do what he wanted, not what Erik wanted.

Then he started to unpack his clothes and put them into the closet.

When Erik came back with the rest of the boxes he sighed angrily, "Charles! What did I say?"

"I know what you said." Charles answered and continued to unpack the clothes and put them in the closet.

Erik placed the boxes on the floor and putted his hands firmly on his hips. "And why are you doing what I said you shouldn't do?" He asked dangerously calmly.

"Because I can do it by myself. I'm not a baby, you know. That's the reason why I do what I do." He mocked.

Erik stayed quiet. Then he went to Charles and looked into the closer. Everything was properly on his place. Okay… maybe he can do it by himself.

Erik really didn't know how to treat Charles.

In his eyes Charles was a dependent person. He just knew it. He is twelve! Okay, maybe the squirt can put his clothes properly into the closet but that didn't mean that he was independent in other things. Erik was just overreacting. It's just the first day and he is stressed from the days before. That must be the reason for the whole clothes dispute.

"Okay." As Erik gave in, he saw Charles small smile. "What?" He asked.

"Nothing." Charles added quickly and his smile dropped.

Finally Erik decided to help then to unpack the books.

Oh god… the squirt had too many books. That would explain why he skipped two school years.

As Charles was done with the closet he decided to put his desk in order. Meanwhile, Erik managed get all books into the shelves. He was very satisfied with himself.

It was really a wonder that in the end, they didn't have to install more shelves.

Then he turned around and looked what else he could do in the room. Charles was just properly ordering his desk. That was weird, thought Erik. Weren't children supposed to be messy?

Then he discovered a teddy bear in one of the boxes. He smirked.

"Didn't you said that you weren't a baby anymore Charles?" Erik teased him as he took the stuffed animal from the box.

"What?" Charles turned around. "Hey!" He called as he saw his toy.

Quickly he went to his older brother and sharply took the stuffed animal away from him. Why did Erik had to be a such an idiot sometimes?

"What? Why so angry?" Erik was clearly amused about his brother's reaction. Suddenly Charles turned away from Erik. "That's Albert." He whispered as he place the light-brown bear on the bed.

"Albert?" Now Erik couldn't hold himself anymore and started to laugh. At this reaction Charles turned back angrily to Erik. "Yes, Albert!" He tried to sound seriously, but that caused Erik to laugh more. At the end Charles pushed Erik out of the room and shut the door.

He could still hear Erik's laughter behind the door and threw himself angrily on the bed. What was wrong with the name Albert? Erik was really an idiot!

Behind the door Erik was still laughing. The kid was really hilarious! How did he even came up with that name? Erik really didn't know. Then he went to his room, still laughing a bit, and decided to take a shower.

He woke up late today. The last days he slept in the manor. Something he didn't do in the last years. Then he had to wake Charles up and make breakfast. Erik knew now, Charles wasn't a morning person. It took Erik one hour to wake up the annoying squirt ! But when Charles still didn't get up he took him in his arms and threw him into the cold shower.

Charles wasn't pleased. But Erik didn't have the time for his brother tantrum and just left the angry kid in the bathroom. After all they had work to do today!

They had to beat the traffic.

At the end he didn't have the time to take a shower. What a day…

When Erik finished showering it was already six in the evening. He didn't even noticed how fast time went on... Hmm… , he thought as he stepped out of the bathroom, what was the squirt doing?

He opened the door and stepped into the room. Then he took a look on the sulking child on the bed. "What, you are still sulking?" Erik chuckled.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Oh yes, the kid was still sulking. He didn't even look up.

"Nope." Erik answered without regret.

After a moment of silence Erik began: "So… you are hungry?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Really? You barely ate this morning. And we didn't have anything for lunch." Erik looked skeptically.

"That was because you threw me into the shower."

"That was necessary."

"It's your opinion."

"And that's only your opinion." Erik countered, "Now come on. I am going to order some pizza. I want you to be downstairs when the food is here. Stop this childish behavior."

Charles looked up at him. "I am a child."

"Didn't you said otherwise yesterday?"

"I said that I am not a baby. A child and a baby are two different things."

"Actually, I don't see a difference. So either you're coming down in the next 30 minutes or I am going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you myself downstairs. Are we clear?"

Charles looked away from his demanding brother.

As he didn't respond Erik just snorted and went out of the room and called from the stairs: "You know I will do that! So don't challenge me, squirt!"

Charles just turned around and pressed his face on his bed. Tears were running down his face. Not because of Erik's treatment, but because he wanted to go back home.

It wasn't his wish to move in with Erik. He wanted Erik to move in to the manor! But he knew that wouldn't happen. Erik had a job in New York. He already agreed to take care of him.

Charles didn't want to disturb him.

He missed his home. He missed his mother, even when she didn't take care of him, but just because he missed her presence. Very often he would sneak to her room in the middle of the night to be near his mother. The whole day she would be in some room drinking wine. When he would enter the room she would scare him away. So the only chance he had to be in her presence was when she was asleep. Sometimes she would sleep in the middle of the day so Charles didn't have to go through the dark house.

But now he didn't even have that chance. That wasn't fair…

But life was never fair to Charles.

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