***THIS IS FOR FORTUNEALY***

MY BROTHER SHERMAN

How can I describe his light brown eyes an tan skin that penetrates me in a way?

Brotherhoods are like diamonds. Nothing can break them except for another diamond. In other words, brothers can bring each other down in bickering, or different terms of arguing. But to build them back up is another story.

To build them up is exactly like diamonds also.

If you repair a diamond ring with more diamonds, it will give it another texture and reveal cracks that will never look natural. However, if you use a substitute for the stone, it won't be what it says it is.

(The cracks stay in the diamond forever)

I never expected that being brothers could have such an impact on my life. From the day he came home with us I was jealous. I was jealous of him getting all the attention in the family.

But all that changed once we realized how much we needed each other.

I needed him to guide me out of the dark tunnel of life. He needed me to keep him safe and away from harm.

Sherman was something to me, but now he's my everything and I love him so much.

All in all, we can't even describe how badly we need each other.

True, we may butt heads in situations on which way to go, but later on, we end up hugging and making up.

And that's what true brothers are to me.

MY BROTHER SPINNER

Spinner is always there for me.
No matter what.

But there are a few exceptions.

If I cry, he won't get me a tissue.

If I hurt myself, he doesn't help me.

If my heart is broken, he won't pick up the pieces.

If someone makes fun of me, he'll walk on by like nothing happened.

If I get yelled at, he won't defend me.

If I get in trouble, he won't tell me it's okay.

If I fall, he won't help me up.

If I die, he won't mourn.

Instead of all that... he does somethings different.

If I cry, HE'LL BUY US BOTH A TUB OF ICING, DVD'S OF SOAP OPERAS, AND CRY WITH ME OVER THE STUPIDEST THINGS.

If I hurt myself, HE'LL PATCH ME UP, INSPECT EVERY INCH OF MY BODY AND, TAKE ME OUT FOR ICE CREAM.

If my heart is broken, HE'LL TAKE AS LONG AS A MONTH TO GLUE EVERY PIECE BACK TOGETHER.

If someone makes fun of me, THEY'LL FIND THAT THEIR LUNCHBOX IS FULL OF DIRT, WORMS, AND OTHER COMPOST. NOT TO MENTION A NOTE THAT SAYS: "IF YOU EVER HARASS MY BROTHER AGAIN, YOU'LL BE LUCKY IF YOU GET OUT OF SCHOOL WITH AT LEAST TWO TEETH LEFT!"

If I get yelled at, HE'LL PUNCH THE OTHER PERSON, EVEN IF HE GOES TO JAIL FOR IT.

If I get in trouble, HE'LL LIE AND SHARE THE BLAME.

If I fall, HE'LL CARRY ME UNTIL HE BREAKS A LEG.

If I die, HE'LL PUT A GUN TO HIS HEAD, PULL THE TRIGGER, AND JOIN ME.

Spinner is more than my older brother, he's my best friend, and I love him no matter what he does to my High Scores on my Video Games.

I love him more than my life has to offer.

Sherman and Spinner Cortez exchanged papers in the school therapist's office. "Alright Sherman, you go first." Mr. Williams said through his gruff voice to the young Cortez.

Sherman was anxious about what Spinner would say, but he sniffled back tears as he read. He couldn't even get past the third paragraph without putting the paper down to wipe his eyes. "Awww!" Spinner smiled.

Spinner saw this and smiled to himself. Sherman finished and pulled his brother into a tight embrace. "Alright Spinner, you did excellent, now you may read Sherman's letter." The therapist said.

Spinner took in a deep breath, and looked at the paper. At first he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but a few seconds later he smiled, and even laughed at one bit. He sighed and started to sniff.

Before he finished he let the note drop to the floor. Spinner began to sob hardly. "I'm so sorry Sherm!" He gasped for air between words. "I'll try to be a better brother for you." He cried into Sherman's chest.

Mr. Williams smiled and nodded. "My work here seems to be done."

Sherman and Spinner continued to cry, accepting that they both were here to stay.

POETIC SIDE OF MEH! LOLZ