"Did you two fight a lot" Peter asked again

"Yah, we fought a lot,"

"What would you fight about?"

"All sorts of things, " Coty said and then went silent

"Why don't you tell me about a few?"

"He didn't like my friends, "

"Why didn't he like them?" Peter pushed more

" I don't know, he just didn't, he always went off about ho they are all a bunch of drug dealers, and losers, " Coty stopped and thought about what he had just said " That's not to say that his friends weren't, I mean he had the same type of friends, "

"If you had the same type of friends then why didn't he like your friends?'

"How the fuck should I know you have to ask him," Coty then burst. Peter gave him a look "sorry,"

"What else would you two fight about?"

"Coty,"

'huh?" slowly Coty opened his eyes wondering where he was.

"Wake up," Coty heard he then felt someone shove his shoulder.

"Josh?" Coty asked, looking over at what he thought to be his older brother, his eyes still adjusting to the sun.

"Get up before you drowned in your own puke," Josh then said. Coty looked down and then realized that he had been laying in a pool of his vomit

"Oh fuck," Coty exclaimed as he sat up wiping the vomit from his face. Once sitting upright he let out a loud moan "Jesus my head hurts,"

"Well you fucking drank a bottle of José and a bottle of jack, were you expecting to feel like roses this morning?" Josh asked "come on lets get you into the bathroom," Josh bent over and tried to help Coty up.

"Get away from me," Coty said pulling his arm out of Josh's grasp.

"Come on Coty quit being a little asshole and get up," Josh said

"Where's Lysa?"

"She went to school," Josh told him "she called me to come and take care of you,"

"What?" Coty said not believing him

"Yah, that's right. She said she was tired of it, now get the fuck up," Josh then pulled Coty up and helped him into the bathroom, where Coty immediately sat on the toilet lid.

"I don't need your help,"

"I know, I know," Josh said as he got a rag wet, he then put it on Coty's fore head "hold that there,"

"Didn't you fucking hear me?"

"Yah I heard you, you don't need my help, but you do, you just don't want my help for some stupid reason or another," Josh then said bluntly

"Your always trying to fucking helps me, trying to be like…" Coty rambled off. Josh looked at him.

"Maybe if you weren't always fucking up I wouldn't have to help you all the time," Josh then said "You ever think about that?"

"Can't remember, we just always fought," Coty then said after thinking about it for a second, he looked down at his shoes.

"Coty I am going to let you go, but I want you to think about this more, think about your brothers," Peter then said

"Yah I'll get right on that," Coty sarcastically replied.