~Kellan~
I did not just see that. I did not just see that. I did not just walk into my brothers room. And I did not just see that. Ew. Ew. Ew. I shudder in disgust. The memory lingers in my head like a bad smell, it refuses to go away. Running up the stairs, running towards the door, turning the doorknob, opening the door, seeing… that. Of all the things I would not have expected that. Drinking, drugs, girls, I thought I'd seen it all… guess not. I sprinted downstairs, and thought about the consequences of what I'd just done. I should probably go somewhere, like the local coffee shop, because my brother is going to kill me, but I still couldn't believe it.
~Emilia~
Random shapes, colours, Kellan's face, brief memories of talking to him at lunch, his voice, his smell, his face again, the look of hunger of the Crosses girls faces as they beat me to a pulp. Kellan's face.
I awoke suddenly gasping as I realised that I'd actually stopped breathing. I don't know why I got woken up now. I sighed as I noticed the time on my alarm clock. It was a Saturday as well. I groaned annoyed. I lay back down on my pillow cussing under my breath. And the worst thing was I wouldn't be able to see Kellan again until Monday, unless I go to that coffee shop he likes. I'll go there. I can't sleep anyway, it's not like anyone will notice.
~Kellan~
My brother comes racing down the stairs after me. I turn to run, but he grabs my arm. I look back expecting a punch in the face or something, but I meet a look that I'd never seen on my brother before, pleading. I stand there, speechless, waiting for him to explain. It's a while before any sound comes out of his mouth, but when it does it sounds dry and half-strangled:
"It isn't what you think" he says.
"And what do I think?" I snap.
"I am not acting out, and it isn't for attention"
"That isn't what I think," I whisper.
"Yes it is, it always is," he says, a hint of hostility in his voice now, "you think that everything I do is to spite you, well sorry to break it to you, but not everything is to do with you"
"Isn't it? Admit it. You may not do everything to spite me, but you sure a hell try a lot harder to be the centre of attention when I'm around. You hate the fact that someone in this family wants to, and could, do better than you" I shout.
"Well you can't seem to understand that some people in this family don't want to live their whole lives as spoilt brats who have everything handed to them on a silver platter! That maybe some people want to be different!"
I stare at him without saying a word, my throat is dry from the shouting contest. He sits down on the sofa next to me and after a minute I do the same. I realise with shock that that's the first time we'd ever said those things, or admitted our true feelings.
"So there it is." I murmur.
"Yip," he replies, popping the 'p', "there it is."
"Does Dad know?" I ask, but I'm sure I already know the answer.
"No, and don't tell him. I'm working my way up to that…" his voice trailed off and his eyes clouded over as he went off into his own thoughts.
"I won't." I said, pulling him back into reality.
"Do you have… eh… are there…eh…any questions?" he muttered, looking embarrassed.
Me and my brother were never very good at the whole heart-to-heart thing. We seem to lack the brotherly bond, siblings are born with, that means we could share our feelings. I avoided his eyes, blushing.
"Emm… when did you realise… you know… that you were… you know"
"You mean when did I realise that I was gay? I guess I've always kind of known"
I stared into space as I realised exactly what would happen to our family. Dad would get angry, he'd probably kick my brother out, mum would get upset, my brother would be fine, he always is.
If I was close to my brother then I suppose I would have cared that he didn't tell me sooner, but we're not and I don't. I was just upset to have found out like… that. Walking in on my brother mid-make-out with another dude was not the start to the weekend that I'd hoped for.
I need to get out of here at some point or I'll implode. It's too early to go to the library, too awake to go to sleep, too awkward to stay here. I'll go to the coffee shop, it's open 24/7. And there won't be many people there, it'll be a great place to be alone, even though that isn't I want to be right now.