One month later…
Drake sighs as he leans back into the soft couch cushion. Megan tears her eyes from the cartoon on the television to glance over at her brother. "How'd the hearing go?"
"Judge ruled it self-defense. It's all done, but they want me to go to counseling again." The face Drake makes, showing his displeasure of seeing a shrink makes Megan smile. It's good to see her brother back to normal – both physically and mentally.
"Sucks for you."
Drake nods in agreement.
"What about that girl?"
"Keely? Probation. Since she helped him, she was an accomplice. She actually left me alone finally, too."
"Shocker there," Megan mumbles, turning her attention back to the television screen.
Drake chuckles lightly. He kicks his feet up onto the coffee table.
This is nice.
The boy runs a hand over his arm, happy that the cuts he had made had healed without visibly scarring. His family wasn't so bad, he'd decided. They just needed a little wake-up call.
A commercial comes on the TV, bringing the brother and sister out of their slight daze. "So, my band's having another show next week."
"You going to play that song you've been writing?"
"I'm not sure."
"You should, it's good."
Drake looks over at Megan. "You know, I'm still not used to you being nice."
"I'm not nice," she replies, picking a piece of popcorn from the bowl on her other side and throwing it at her brother. He moves to catch it in his mouth, giving Megan a self-satisfied smile when he succeeds.
"No, you're not to Josh."
"He's still a boob."
Drake smirks when he hears Josh yell in protest from the kitchen. The door swings open as Josh walks into the living room, "I resent that, Megan."
"Resemble," she mutters, just loud enough for Drake to hear, causing him to have to bite his fist to hold back the laugh building in his chest. "Deal with it."
Josh glares at the two on the couch before heading upstairs. A loud scream and crash follow about a minute later. Drake glances over at Megan, who's smiling evilly. "What'd you do to him?"
"Electrified the remote."
Drake shakes his head and laughs. "You're evil."
Megan just smiles and turns her attention back to the television.
Yeah, my life's not too bad.
A/N: So, I finished. I'm terribly, terribly sorry for how long that took, and for the fact that this chapter's short. It tells what I wanted the story to do though, and now it's finished for all intents and purposes. I may write an "alternate ending" for the story that's longer, and quite possibly, better than this one. As I was writing this, I had a mini-brainstorm session and came up with a few good ideas for one, so I'll be sorting through those after I get myself caught up on my schoolwork.
