Authors note:
Hello, all! Glad you seemed to enjoy chapter two and thanks to xXx AJO xXx, HoneyGee08 and Cindybaby for your reviews! For the record, normally I probably won't be updating this often but for once I have a bit of free time so I figured I'd take advantage of that. Anyway, hope you like the next chapter and don't forget to review, good or bad, I just love hearing from you!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Four Brothers and cannot take credit for it. I do, however, own Alex Mercer.
A breeze hit my face as I walked out in to the cool morning air. As soon as the door had shut behind me, I began to run in the direction of Third Street. When I was well away from the school I slowed to a normal pace, relaxing. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. 21 missed calls. 13 voice mail messages. I sighed but lifted the phone to my ear to listen to the first message, even though I knew they were all from the same person.
"YOU HUNG UP ON ME?" His voice screamed out of my phone.
I kept listening, "That's so unbelievably immature! You are such a…" Delete.
I deleted the next five without even listening to them. I knew they would all consist of the same thing.
I glanced down at my phone; message number seven had been recorded about half an hour after the last six. I sighed but listened to it anyway.
"Alex? Are you there? Did something happen? PICK UP YOUR PHONE!" There almost seemed to be concern in his voice.
My phone rang, causing me to jump.
"He's calling me again?" I asked aloud, even though I was completely alone.
I ignored the call and shoved my cell phone back in my pocket; I was almost at Third and Adair anyway.
I turned into the back alley quietly. It was dark but I could see him standing near a bike rack for one of the businesses. His back was turned to me and he was pacing. When I got to be about twenty feet from him I ducked behind a large, gray garbage bin and picked up a rock from the ground.
I timed my throw perfectly. It the rock landed about 5 inches from his foot and immediately he jumped. His switchblade was out of his back pocket and flipped open in a second as he spun around; walking slowly towards where he figured the rock must have come from.
"Oh relax! It's just me." I said, stepping out from behind the garbage bin but remaining in the shadows.
"Alex?" He asked, relief flooding over his face.
"No moron. It's The Pillsbury Dough Boy!" I laughed and walked towards him.
"What took you so long?" He asked.
"Don't start that again!" I snapped.
He didn't answer.
"If I didn't know better, I'd have thought you were actually worried about me." I said shooting him a smile.
He brushed his dark hair out of his face, "Maybe I was." He answered.
"No snide comments, no sarcastic remarks, you are actually demonstrating some sort of human emotion; Paul are you ok?" I asked turning to him, a wide grin on my face.
Paul Trebek was my best friend in the whole world. I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me…well almost. He had never met my family. I didn't mind if he met Ma, but there was rarely a time when she was home and one of the boys wasn't. I didn't want him to meet any of my brothers, for reasons that I need not name.
He laughed and shoved me, "No, but we'll get to that." He answered before adding, "Are you?"
I looked at him. "No! Of course I'm not ok! You have no idea how much trouble I got into for that beer bottle I gave you!" I rolled my eyes, "They thought I was the one who drank it!"
"I know, Alex, I try to avoid that kind of thing… but yesterday…" His voice trailed off.
"Yeah I know, Paul. I'm not mad at you for that, I would never get mad about something like that. But I can't believe that you were mad at me about not showing up this morning!" I looked at him.
We didn't fight all the time but usually if we did it got pretty bad and there was usually violence involved. This time was definitely on the mild side but there was no way to know that it was going to stay that way.
"I was a little stressed out this morning." He tried to defend himself and looked down.
I scoffed.
"Bobby's going to kill me if I don't tell him the truth today!" I sighed slightly, I wasn't really mad at Paul. I was mad that my brothers hadn't believed me.
Before Paul had a chance to answer someone grabbed me from behind and threw me roughly onto the cement ground.
I blinked, my vision distorted. I tried to see who it was; hoping it wasn't who I thought it was…
Authors note:
Alright, I ended the chapter a little sooner than I thought I would but I'll try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible! I hope you liked it and please review, good or bad. Either way, I can't wait to see what you thought!
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