Title: Mouse Trap.

Summary: What happens when a game of Cat and Mouse exceeds expectation? Lost in the woods, hungry, cold and your only companion is the Cat, how could anyone possibly stay alive? This vacation has definitely turned into a Mouse Trap.

Disclaimer: I don't own DOAWK (Diary Of A Wimpy Kid), nor do I own the characters.

Rating: M...Definitely M

A/N: Chapter 7 guys, sorry for the delay but school is almost over, just 1 more week. unfortunately I didn't do that good, but I'm not depressed. I did pass most of my classes and I am honestly fine with starting the course again in September now that I know what to expect and since I'll be on my pills a bit longer it'll be better for me and my concentration. And I won't have as many classes since I won't need to retake the ones I passed. I'm also really happy with all the reviews I've received. All of them were mostly from Guests so I couldn't respond to them, but thank you so much, they really helped me right this. But yes without further ado, here it is. I hope you all enjoy and sorry if my writing is rusty! Also my chapters are getting longer and longer but I'm sure none of you mind that haha


Thankfully for Greg, dinner wasn't as eventful as lunch had been. Casual talk circulated the table about what the brothers would do at the campfire and what time it would start at; their mother also wanted to know if there was going to be any drinking and if there was, they were not allowed to have more than one drink. Rodrick snorted at that and said that there would most likely not be any drinking. Rodrick was right about that one, Holly's parents weren't too big on underage drinking and they were definitely not as accepting as his parents were.

Once dinner was over and he was picking up his plate to go clean it, his mother shooed him away, telling him to go get ready and dress warm for the camp fire. He shrugged his shoulders, and headed back into the house and towards his suitcase to pick out his outfit. As soon as his clothing was bundled in his arms, he headed towards the bathroom to get dressed; when inside, Greg started undressing and put on a large sweatshirt with the Twisted Wizard logo and characters on it, which was then followed by some black sweat pants.

He picked up his clothing from the floor and wrapped them in a big ball and headed back into the room; Greg then threw his clothing into his suitcase as he passed before making his way to where his shoes sat next to the front door like lazy logs. After his shoes were tied together, Greg got up and kicked his shoes against the floor to make sure they were secured.

A few seconds later Rodrick walked outside in his very own Löded Diper hoodie and jeans. Rodrick started heading out without even glancing at Greg, knowing that his brother would follow him.

Greg didn't remember where Holly's house was situated at, but Rodrick seemed to know exactly where it was. Greg walked briskly behind Rodrick, not really wanting to be close to him as memories of Rodrick teasing him at luch lingered in his mind like a nightmare that just would not leave. He was still really peeved about that-he hated being teased by Rodrick considering Greg was never good at teasing back. He let out a sigh as he shook his head."Do you want to hold my hand so you don't get lost, shrimp?" Rodrick cackled, his arm outstretched towards Greg and his famous grin plastered on his face. Greg huffed out a growl mixed between a sigh, irritation crawling over his skin, and swatted at Rodrick's that motion, Greg started walking faster, now being the one to lead the way with Rodrick trailing behind him laughing all the while. Gregory crossed his arms over his chest, feeling irked all over again at how Rodrick kept treating him like a child; he was sixteen now, and he wanted to be treated as a teenager, not a five year old. Who cares if Rodrick was nineteen and almost a young adult? Je was still a teenager and he wanted to be equal to his older brother. He knew that was never going to happen, not with Rodrick's was now walking next to Greg with his hands in his pocket and a bored expression painted over his face. Greg had to wonder why he was tagging along if he didn't even seem interested in going. Rodrick couldn't possibly be interested in Holly, and if he was there would be no way that Greg would ever let Rodrick make a move. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his short brown hair billowing in the wind and his eyes watering because of the breeze. Dawn had already started to settle over the camp site, various hues of red and yellows could be seen as night started to take over. It wasn't long before they were finally at Holly's campsite. Greg knew this because she was at the end of the driveway waving her hands at them.

"I'm so glad you both could make it! My parents decided to stay inside and watch a movie so it will just be us along with a few of my friends from around the camp site. Follow me, the camp fire is in the back." Holly smiled at the both of them, her eyes-of course-kept flickering to Rodrick and Greg, who couldn't help but ball his fists at his side as he forced a strained smile.

"That's awesome, don't take this the wrong way but your parent's kind of scare me." He laughed pathetically, Holly joined in and nodded her head.

"Yes, my parents tend to do that. They're very overprotective and strict, so they do come off sometimes as scary." Holly ushered them over and all three of them starting heading towards the backyard.

"Greg is also a scaredy cat, so pretty much everything scares him." Leave it to Rodrick to make a fool out of him in front of Holly, and to make matters worst all Holly did was giggle at what Rodrick had said. Greg's cheeks flushed a very unattractive red as he punched Rodrick in the arm and gave him a look that told him to shut up. Rodrick just grinned and ruffled Greg's hair in response. He jerked his head out of his reach and ran towards Holly and started walking next to her instead.

Once they were in the backyard, the fire was already roaring with life and roughly four other people, all teenagers by the looks of it, were crowding around the campfire in chairs and blankets. Greg followed Holly to the group until they were now standing in front of them, where Holly began the introduction.

"Okay everyone, this here is Greg. He's in my classes and he's a really cool guy. The big guy next to him is his older brother Rodrick." Holly addressed both of them, pointing respectively when she did the introduction.

"Over there with the long brown hair is Krissi, she's been my Saltlake buddy for the last four years." Krissi had light brown eyes, and was currently wrapped in a big fluffy red blanket; she smiled at both of them and waved.

"And then you have Eric and Jake, they're twins but I find that the best way to tell them apart is by what they wear. Eric likes to wear colorful clothing while Jake likes to wear mostly neutral colours. They've been coming here since they were young." Both Eric and Jake had short black hair and dark brown eyes; they both said hello at the same time. Greg never really liked twins, the way that they always said the same thing at the same time always creeped him out.

"Lastly you have Sarah, this is her first year at Saltlake. She's Krissi's friend from high school." Sarah waved meekly and averted her eyes from them. She was obviously the shyest of the group. She had medium curly red hair and green eyes; freckles also adorned her face and she was wrapped in a green wool blanket.

After the introductions were over Rodrick, Holly, and Greg took a seat in the three last open chairs. Holly rushed for the middle seat so Greg was forced to either seat next to Krissi or next to Sarah. He chose Sarah, because he knew that she wouldn't be talk much. Once settled in, he looked at the camp fire and enjoyed the warmth and the colours. Conversation picked up right away, questions, of course, headed towards Rodrick who was obviously the oldest and coolest one there. Greg was always left in the dark when Rodrick was around. Compared to Rodrick, Greg was nothing more than a ghost: invisible and uninteresting with his plain looks.

"So Rodrick, what do you like doing in your spare time?" Holly asked, quite interested with the way she was perched towards Rodrick, her hair pushed to the side as her hand patted gently against his arm. Rodrick was playing along of course, glancing at Greg before glancing back to Holly and telling her about his band. Greg wanted to gag and cry at the same time; Greg really liked Holly and wished that she would show that much interest in him. But at the same time, he didn't want Holly asking Rodrick questions or Rodrick answering those questions. It wasn't like he was jealous- Okay, yes, he definitely was jealous. It wasn't like it should matter, Rodrick wasn't his…His? What the hell was he even thinking about? Why would he think something as ridiculous as that? Rodrick was his brother and this shouldn't matter to him whether or not Rodrick was interested in Holly.

What did matter, though, was that Rodrick was toying with Holly in order to get a rise out of Greg, and he did not like that- not one bit. Holly was a really nice person, and she shouldn't be treated this way. Greg glared at Rodrick in a way that told him to stop playing games with her. Rodrick either chose to ignore what he was trying to say or didn't understand.

"Oh, Holly, is he the one with the band in the video you showed me where the weird lady was dancing in the background? Didn't that video hit over a million views? Wow that's amazing! You're, like, almost famous!" Krissi gushed out, entering in the conversation along with the two twins. Sarah was just listening and glancing at the fire, quite interested by the looks of it.

Greg could clearly see Rodrick's eyes narrow and he let out a small 'oh shit' under his breath as Rodrick's eyes set themselves on Greg. He hunched closer to his chair, trying to disappear from Rodrick's piercing gaze. He had forgotten about the video that he and Rowley had posted on Youtube. Rodrick had been so angry when he stumbled upon it, his band had been completely pushed to the side as the camera focused on their mother.

"I wouldn't call us almost famous, considering the video was centered completely on my mother. Our little friend, Greg, decided it would be funny to post that video. Our band was laughed at because of that video." Rodrick snorted out angrily. Holly must have sensed that the conversation had started heading downwards because she quickly reached under her chair and pulled out a bag of marshmallows.

"Marshmallow time! We only have five sticks, so if you two want some you can go look in the forest and see if you can find any thin sticks to use." Holly chirped out happily, feeling that she did the right thing by changing the subject. Greg felt that it could be the worst idea, because now he would be stuck in the dark forest with his brother. He had to think of something quick-he knew that if he went with Rodrick he would most likely get beaten up.

"It's fine, I'll go look for two sticks." Greg said as he got up from his chair and started heading towards the forest. Greg didn't know how deep he went, all he knew was there was no sticks lying around on the outside, so he went further in to try and find some. He heard crunching leafs in the background and turned around just in time to see Rodrick harshly punch him in the shoulder. His hand sprung up to his injured shoulder as he looked at Rodrick with bewilderment and anger.

"What the hell was that for?!" He shouted at him, backing away until he was pressed up against a tree and Rodrick blocking his way. Greg could see that Rodrick was looking at his fingers, flexing them before turning his head towards Greg.

"I had forgotten about that video and I never did give you your punishment because of it." Rodrick stalked closer to Greg until he was now looming over his little brother. Greg lifted up his hand in a sign of surrender and stuttered out.

"H-Hey, I'm really s-s-sorry about that. I-I didn't think it would get that much a-a-a-a-attention, and I-I didn't have any i-ill intentions! I'm s-sorry you got l-laughed at, but p-please don't beat me up-eech!" Greg closed his eyes and turned his body away as he saw Rodrick lift up his fist to punch Greg again. He could hear his heart beating swiftly and erratically, the pounding resonating through his head.

The pain, however, never came and he couldn't help but be confused; he was certain that Rodrick was going to hit him again.

His right eye cracked open and he glanced at Rodrick who still had his fist hanging in the air. Greg felt himself slowly start to calm down as he turned his attention fully to Rodrick, wondering what was going on in his head. It wasn't like Rodrick to back down from beating up Greg, not that he was complaining mind you, but he had a bad feeling about this.

"You know what, hitting you wouldn't make me feel any better. Maybe I should make fun of you instead? Make fun of you right in front of Holly, how would that make you feel? That sounds like a good enough punishment for what your little video did to my band and our reputation." Greg could feel the irritation rushing off of Rodrick in waves. Gregory tried to shrink himself closer to the tree he was resting against, trying to make himself invisible like he was so good at. Rodrick wouldn't go that far, would he? His older brother knew how much he cared for Holly and how he did not want her to look at him as if he was an idiot.

"No! Please don't, I'll do anything! You know how much I like Holly, please don't make fun out of me even more in front of her. Promise me you won't do that! Please!" Greg spluttered out, his tone articulating his fear and defeat. His eyes were wide and desperate as he grasped onto Rodrick's arm that now laid at his side. His tiny hands grasped firmly as he tugged Rodrick closer, making sure that Rodrick could not run away until he promised.

Rodrick was looking down at Greg with a smug look on his face, as if he knew he had won and he had him exactly where he wanted him; he seemed to be mauling the idea over in his head before his eyes darkened and his smirk turned into a sinister grin.

"Anything I want? My, my Greg, that's a big thing to say. I promise I won't make fun of you anymore in front of Holly as long as you follow my two conditions: Number one, you need to do everything I say and not complain. Which means no tattling on me to mom or dad, and not telling anyone about it. Number two, now I know you're going to hate this one." Rodrick cackled, advancing closer to Greg so that his little brother was now flushed between the tree and Rodrick.

"You need to kiss me every day and every single time I ask for one. These are my rules and if you don't like it, the deal is off and I'll make your life even more miserable." Rodrick took a hold of Greg's chin in-between his fingers, turning his little brother face upwards so that he was now fully looking into his eyes and see how completely serious he was. Greg started to shake like a leaf in the wind, his legs felt like rubber and he felt his world come crashing down.

What was Rodrick trying to do?! Why did he want him to kiss him?! Greg felt scared and humiliated, and he knew-he just knew- that this is exactly what Rodrick wanted. What Rodrick loved above all else was how he was able to make fun of his little brother. Rodrick may stop humiliating him in front of Holly, but that didn't mean he wouldn't stop embarrassing Greg when it was only the two of them.

Greg shook his head, trying to push Rodrick away all the while saying that there was no way that he would agree to that. Tears were brimming at the edge of his eyes but there was no way that he would let Rodrick see them. He was mortified by the thought of kissing Rodrick and angry at how Rodrick was getting a kick out of this.

"If you say so, I guess I'll run on back to Holly and tell her all the stories I have about you. They're not good stories and I'm sure she'll be laughing at you for a very long time." Rodrick started backing away from Greg, the hands that were holding his arm now resting in defeat next to Greg. Gregory closed his eyes in denial.

He hated this. He hated how Rodrick made him feel, and how he treated him. He hated Rodrick more than he ever hated him before. Rodrick wasn't his brother. He never treated Greg like a brother should and he was definitely not a nice person.

His outstretched hand reached for his older brother once more, grasping onto his hoodie. His body was shaking and his head was downcast, tears were trickling out of his eyes. His breathing was coming in small puffs of air like he wasn't able to properly breathe, which wasn't too far from the truth. Gregory was having a raging battle in his head about what he should do. It was just a kiss, wasn't it? A lot of siblings practiced kissing on each other, right? He vaguely remembered Angie talking about one of her friends that did it a couple of times when they were younger. It wasn't that big of a deal, well, it somewhat was considering Greg had never kissed anyone before and he didn't really want his first kiss to be with Rodrick of all people. A shaky breath left his parted lips, the cold night air was finally getting to him and he felt his teeth clattering against each other.

He brought his head upwards, eyes still brimming with tears to look at Rodrick, who was now looking at him with a raised eyebrow and small smirk. Greg wanted nothing more than to wipe that look off his face.

Rodrick took a hold of Greg's arm, shaking his hand from the grip he had on Rodrick's hoodie; e felt Rodrick's hand start to glide up his arm and onto his shoulder before his brothers hand rested next to Greg's head and planted firmly on the tree trunk behind him. He felt small tingles of sensation where Rodrick brushed his hand on Greg and he felt sick. His breathing was uneven and he couldn't turn his gaze away from Rodrick's face. He understood what Rodrick has said before. He was the mouse and Rodrick was the cat, and the prey never wins against the predator.

"So Greg, what do you think? Ready to agree to my terms?" Rodrick brought his face closer to his little brother, his breathing wafting over Greg's face, shark grin plastered on his tan face.

Greg closed his eyes and let out a pained sigh. He nodded his head in defeat; there was no way out of this, and frankly it was too much trouble to try and get out of this. He would do what Rodrick wanted, even if it meant kissing his brother.

Greg knew now that the kiss was only a way for Rodrick to humiliate him. If he kept telling himself it meant nothing than after a while Rodrick would stop, figuring out that he couldn't use that to demean him anymore.

Greg heard Rodrick let out a small laugh of victory; he wanted to run away and hide, crawl into a hole and lay in there forever. Rodrick's fingers treaded themselves through Gregory's hair, softly tugging at them as he brought Greg's face closer to his own. With his eyes still closed and legs shaking, he let out a last shaky breath before his lips were taken for the very first time by his worst enemy: his own brother.

TO BE CONTINUED


BAHAHAHAH I'm an evil person and I will leave you all on this cliff hanger because honestly, I haven't done a cliff hanger for this story and I think you all deserve to sit at the edge of your seats and cry for me to update. Love you all, R& R.