A/N Hey everyone! I'm back from the USA and I have my diploma! I had lots of fun in the US and thank you everyone who wished me fun and gave me tips. This chapter was prompted by Jasperslittlesister. I'm not sure if this is exactly how you imagined it but I hope you like it. Enjoy this chapter y'all!

Disclaimer: Maybe I should look up if I have to keep repeating this everytime. Anyone know where I should look?

Ages: Athos is 16, Porthos is 14, Aramis is 12 and d'Artagnan is 6.

Chapter 13

'Dinnertime!'

No sooner had the word left Treville's mouth or a stampede could be heard on the stairs. A moment later, d'Artagnan came running into the kitchen, screaming his head off, while Athos was hot on his heels. Treville didn't feel the need to intervene, since both the boys had a smile on their faces. Only when Athos had caught his youngest brother and held the boy upside down, did Treville come to d'Artagnan's aid and plucked him from his brother's arms, plopping the six-year old on his chair.

'Where are Porthos and Aramis?'

Athos shrugged and sat down.

'I don't know. Porthos came home but left soon after and Aramis has locked himself inside their bedroom again. I tried to talk to him but he just ignored me.'

Treville sighed. After a long day at work, he had hoped for a quiet evening, maybe watch some Top Gear with his sons. But it seemed that was not to be. Suddenly, the back door opened and closed and Porthos burst into the kitchen. He was panting heavily and he looked apologetic.

'Hey dad. Sorry I'm so late, I forgot the time.'

'That's fine son, sit down. I'm gonna get Aramis.'

After a lot of coaxing and threatening with punishment, Aramis got downstairs and joined them at dinner. As was usual in the Treville household, the first few minutes of dinner were silent, as everyone dug into their food.

'Alright boys, how was school?'

Athos was the first to answer.

'I got my test back from Advanced Marketing. I got an A!'

'Good job! D'Artagnan, how was your day?'

'It was fun. We're learning how to tell the time. Mr. Wood says I'm very good at it.'

'I'm glad to hear that. Porthos, please tell me where you were when you forgot the time.'

Porthos smiled.

'I was with my new friend, Charon. Remember, I told you about him.'

'Ah yes, aren't you on the football team with him?'

'Yup. Can he come over tomorrow?'

'Sure, as long as you actually do your homework. Will he stay for dinner?'

'I don't know. I'll ask him.'

Treville nodded and turned towards Aramis. When he saw the boy glaring at his plate and stabbing the food like it had personally offended him, he decided to talk to the boy later.

After dinner, Aramis immediately went upstairs, without saying a word to anyone.

'Hey!' d'Artagnan called after him. 'That's not fair! You have to do the dishes with me!'

'Come on, d'Art,' Athos said. 'I'll help you.'

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Aramis stayed in his room for the rest of the evening and treated Porthos icily. The next morning was even worse, he snarled at Athos and pushed d'Artagnan over. Treville got fed up with it and pulled him into the hallway to talk to him privately.

'Aramis, what in the world is going on with you?'

'Nothing. I don't wanna talk about it.'

Treville wanted to push further but a glance at his watch told him the boys were going to be late if they didn't leave now. So he said goodbye to his sons and they all went their ways. Before dropping Aramis off at middle school, Athos reminded him that he had to pick up d'Artagnan after school.

When school ended, Aramis slowly walked home. He felt perfectly awful. He didn't want Porthos' friend to come over and he definitely didn't want him to stay for dinner. Why did his brother need a new friend anyway? Wasn't Aramis enough? He gasped when he realised that thought. Maybe that was it. Perhaps, Porthos had enough of him and didn't want him as his best friend anymore.

The thought haunted Aramis all the way home and drove him upstairs. He kicked his bed in anger and threw his bag through the room. He sat down on the ground and scowled. There was no way he was going to let Porthos' new friend in his bedroom. He grabbed a chair and pushed it against the door, which he then proceeded to lock. He then went to the other door to the bathroom and locked it as well. After having done that, he sat down at his desk and started with his homework.

About an hour later, the front door opened and closed, laughter drifting upstairs. A sudden shout made Aramis jump.

'Aramis, get down here!'

Aramis clenched his fists. Porthos sounded angry. Well, he wasn't going to be commanded by his older brother.

'No!' He shouted back.

'Yes! If you don't come down, I'll tell dad you forgot about the pup!'

Aramis growled and stormed downstairs, after having unlocked the door. When he got to the living room, d'Artagnan was sitting on the couch with an unfamiliar teenager. When he noticed Aramis, d'Artagnan jumped up from the couch and ran up to him.

'Hi 'Mis! You forgot to pick me up so Porthos and his friend picked me up instead. Porthos' friend bought me an ice- cream and then he let me ride on his shoulders. I like him a lot, but I forgot his name. It's a hard name.'

The unfamiliar teenager, who was apparently Porthos' new friend, got up from the couch as well and walked over to them. He was dark skinned, darker than Porthos, with brown eyes and black hair. He smiled friendly and held out his hand to Aramis.

'Hi, you must be Aramis. My name is Charon, I'm Porthos' friend.'

Aramis glared at him and ignored the extended hand. Charon awkwardly let his fall to the side and scratched the back of his hand.

'So, Porthos said you might be willing to help us with our Spanish homework? I suck at it so I'd love to get some help.'

'If you're not good at it, you shouldn't take it. I only help people that I like and you're not one of them.'

'Aramis!' shouted Porthos and Athos, who had just gotten home.

Aramis whirled around and glared at his older brothers, who were standing in the doorway with drinks in their hands.

'What? I don't like him and I don't want him here! If he's bad at Spanish, he shouldn't have taken the subject. I'm not going to help him out because he's stupid!'

Before anyone could say something, Aramis stormed upstairs. Charon glanced around the room, feeling very awkward. Athos sighed and gave d'Artagnan his drink, both of them sitting down on the couch. Porthos walked over to Charon and handed him a glass of soda.

'Did I do something wrong?' Charon asked.

'No, you didn't. Aramis has been like this since last week and he won't talk about it. Just ignore him for now.'

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Even though he had gotten along greatly with Athos and d'Artagnan, Charon decided not to stay for dinner after all. He didn't want to cause anymore tension in the house, since Aramis had been very harsh every time they ran into each other. When Treville got home, Porthos was punching a cushion, while Athos and d'Artagnan were outside.

'Porthos, were is Charon? I thought he was staying for dinner.'

Porthos looked up, anger burning in his eyes.

'He was but Aramis ruined it. He was incredibly rude to Charon and made it really awkward. What the hell is wrong with him?!'

Treville mentally face-palmed when he realised the core of the problem. Aramis had starting acting coldly and harsh since Porthos announced he had made a new friend. He should have realised it sooner, then he could have talked to the boys.

'Porthos, remember when you first came to live with us? Do you remember how Aramis sometimes acted?'

Porthos frowned and thought deeply.

'Yeah, he was a bit mean sometimes. But when we talked to him, he said he was jealous because he was afraid you didn't want him anymore. He thought you were going to replace….oh.'

Realisation dawned on Porthos' face and he stared at his dad.

'He's jealous of Charon, isn't he?'

Treville nodded, glad Porthos came to the conclusion himself.

'I'm gonna talk to Aramis, is that okay?'

'Go ahead. If it doesn't work, let me know.'

Porthos nodded and ran upstairs. He knocked on the door and sighed when he heard a muffled 'go away'.

'Hey, 'Mis, it's me. I need to talk to you.'

He got no reaction so he just pushed the door open. It was his room as well, after all. He didn't really need permission to enter his own room, right? Aramis was lying on his bed, his face buried in the pillow and his shoulders shaking. Porthos walked over and sat down on the edge.

'I'm really flattered that you're crying over me, 'Mis.'

Aramis growled and tried to push him away without looking.

'Leave me alone. I don't wanna talk.'

'Well, tough luck, because we have to. You're jealous of Charon, aren't you?'

Aramis bolted upright and glared at him with red-rimmed eyes.

'I'm not! Just leave me alone!'

'Right, so you're not afraid I'm gonna replace you with Charon?'

That seemed to be the trigger, for Aramis started to snivel.

'I don't want you to be best friends with Charon. We're best friends and I don't want to lose you. If you're best friends with Charon, then I don't have a best friend anymore and I don't want that. I don't want you to replace me with somebody else.'

The explanation ended in a sob. Porthos sighed sympathetically.

'Aramis, don't you know a person can have more than one best friend? I can be best friends with Charon and you. I'm not gonna replace you with anybody, you're my brother and number one best friend. So, you don't have to be jealous.'

'Really?'

'I promise. How can I replace you? You're the first friend I ever had.'

Aramis smiled and he hugged Porthos. The fourteen-year old gladly hugged him back and smiled in relief.

'I'm sorry I was so mean to Charon,' Aramis said. 'Can I apologize to him tomorrow?'

'Sure you can. Just come to the football practice.'

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Aramis nervously fidgeted in the parking lot as he waited for Porthos and Charon to leave the school. He hoped Charon wouldn't be angry with him, or really hurt. That would be awful, since he really seemed like a nice guy.

When they finally appeared, Aramis immediately ran up to them. Charon frowned at him in surprise.

'Hi, Charon,' Aramis nervously began. 'I want to apologize for my behaviour. I was really mean to you yesterday and you didn't deserve that. See, I was scared Porthos was going to replace me with you and that was why I was so mean to you. I didn't want to lose my best friend. But, Porthos said you can have more than one best friend, so I want to apologize. I'm really sorry and I hope you'll forgive me. I could help with your Spanish homework to make it up to you.'

Charon chuckled.

'You don't have to do that. I can understand where you were coming from. So, as long as you're not jealous anymore, we're cool.'

'Awesome!' Aramis exclaimed. 'You should come over for dinner tonight. We're ordering pizza and I could help you guys with your homework.'

'Sounds good to me. Porthos, what do you say?'

Porthos grinned.

'I think it's a great idea. Let's go before Athos and d'Artagnan have commandeered the tv remote. I don't want to spend my evening watching l'épervier again. They watch it without subtitles.'

A/N l'épervier is an actual French TV show. I've seen it and I really enjoyed it. I would defintely recommend it if you like pirates and that sort of stuff. Oh, if you have any prompts, please let me know!