(Pierre's POV)

Reaching the airport was easy, but the rest of it was difficult. Pat kept trying to explain to me and Jay in the back of the car while my dad was driving to the airport.

"Pierre, watch your back. " Dad said, "There's uhm.. relatives who don't exactly prefer you or Jay or Johnathon." I had a feeling he wanted to say another thing, then the snowstorm started.

It was blizzard-like conditions, and I saw my brother Jay's short dark hair getting covered with snow. I smirked, and started taunting him in frech. "You look as froid as you are!" Trust me, you won't understand, but Jay was acting really mean towards me the other day- because Dad told me off, so Jay took dad's side- whoops meant step-asshole now I know the truth-.

"Stop calling me froid! Says you, little ray of darkness" Jay smirked.

"Stop it! " I said. "Just cause dad called me that as a cruel joke!"

"Arrette tois petit debacle!" (stop your little problem - translation for readers) Johnathon said, holding us apart. Due to me and Jay being born so close together, Mom and Dad for the first 10 years had us share a room- which wound up being a fighting ring more or less most of the time because Jay would instigate, we'd wind up breaking one of the bedposts, Dad would get mad, and someone would get hurt. So we got split up into two rooms. We had to share a bunk bed for three years because there was remodeling done on our new house to allow for five bedrooms-Dad had a music room/bedroom he used. -