Okay guys I have this head canon where the Merrick brothers mother was an architect hence why Chris can draw so well in my story and since they ran a landscaping business someone would have to have some sort of skill in architecture. I just thought I would share it with you,and please leave a review I've had ALOT of traffic but only 3 reviews :( and this chapter is inspired by the song "medicine" by daughter I don't why this song inspired me so much but it did,I'm a victim of my muses torture ,anyway on with the story! And I don't own the doing neither the again English isn't my native language

"Pick it up, pick it all up.

And start again.

You've got a second chance,

you could go home.

Escape it all.

It's just irrelevant."

Michael's POV

Michael woke up to sunlight filtering through the blinds and the sound of sports centre still playing quietly on the TV ,he had a patio to pave at 10 and needed to get moving, was originally going to get Gabriel to help but he was doing his EMT training so he was out and Nick said he had studying to do so that left Chris. Michael knew Chris use to worship the ground he walked on when he was little but now Michael was sure Chris mainly thought he was an ass.

Michael pulled on a pair of old jeans and their companies shirt,then he walked down stairs and poured himself a cup of black coffee ,Michael sipped at his coffee as he walked back up the stairs and knocked on Chris's door ,he didn't answer so Michael unlocked the door and almost cracked the mug that was in his hands from what he saw,Becca was laying in Chris's arms,Michael was about to yell at them when he felt his mug start going cold.

Chris knew he was there,He slowly turned to face Michael a smug expression on his face,Michael was about to open his mouth when Chris pointed to Becca who hadn't woken up and shushed him then Chris carefully slid out of bed just wearing his boxers and walked out of the room and down the stairs,Michael grabbed his arm and spun him around,hard.

Chris just raised an eyebrow at him "lovely morning isn't it mike?, to bad there's no rain" Michael stiffened his shoulders and glared at Chris "cut the crap Chris what the hell is she doing here!? Your sixteen years old,your a child,you don't understand love!" He growled at Chris.

Chris's eyes immediately darkened and the ground told Michael a storm was brewing,he'd pushed Chris too hard. "At least I'm capable of love " Chris hissed at him and then turned and asked back up the stairs,the rain had started falling stood unmoving for a few moments before he dumped his ice cold coffee down the sink,watching it swirl and gurgle down the drain.

He then turned and saw something he hadn't see in a long time,Chris's sketchbook with an envelope sticking out of it,Michael sat the envelope down on the table and started flipping through the sketchbook,all the drawings were so life like they looked liked photos,there was one of him,Hannah and James, a couple of the twins,a few of different landscapes,and many drawings of Becca.

Michael then opened up the envelope it was an "early bird" scholarship asking Chris to attend one of the most prestigious art schools in the country "The Chicago academy of fine arts" they were asking Chris to attend, offering him ,Chris not even applying for it. Michael couldn't believe it,his little brother asked to attend one of the best schools in the didn't even know Chris took art classes.

To be continued...