Yay a Home Improvement category! It's my favourite show since I was a. little kid, the fics about Mark's feelings on the rest of the family, I always wanted to explore his character, the first chapters from Mark's POV but if I do another it'll be in Randy's POV then Brads then Tim's and maybe Jill's
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Okay on with the fic
Hi my names Mark Taylor, dork extraordinaire, no don't worry that was said in a sarcastic voice. Except it's the truth.
Yep, I'm a dork or so my brothers are so fond of saying – Randy and Brad – although how I couldn't be a dork compared to them is beyond me, seriously Brad captain of the football team, popular tall and well built, blue eyes blond haired. I mean hello pin up boy or what? Course Brad isn't that clever, no, no but Randy makes up for that straight A's, honour role, editor of the school paper and he isn't even called a nerd, he's liked by practically everyone, especially his long time girlfriend Lauren even though she's back in Detroit they're still together, I don't know how he does it, I mean Randy frankly is a midget. He's shorter than me and I'm two years younger than him, he's got brown hair with blonde highlights and blue eyes, I mean sure he's good-looking but sometimes I swear he doesn't need to bend down to talk to Gracie my little cousin. And have I mentioned he's mean? Yeah he's always got something to say and mostly it's not nice.
~~Flashback~~
Finally dad had finished the Hot Rod sure I'd miss hanging with dad putting it together but I had other stuff to do, so leaning my head back on the sofa I sighed "At last we can get our lives back." Happily
Randy looked at me, and said easy as anything insults rolling off his tongue as though it was second nature, which I guess it, was. "If I were you. I'd go with a whole new one."
Smirking I turned away, guess I'm not as strong as I hoped I'd got.
~~End Flashback~~
There were worse I mean that was tame, for Randy, but well since I was ten I've learnt to not care, well not show it anyway, just cuz they think they're better than me doesn't mean it's true. Sure Brads going to UCLA next month and Randy just got back from saving the rainforest in Costa Rica.
Big damn deal, I'm 14 mom would never let me go to Costa Rica at 14, and it's actually impossible for me to go to college at 14, well unless I was some sort of freak prodigy – and I'm not well maybe a freak – wow do I sound depressed I'm not you know not really, well maybe a little, but not enough to do something incredibly stupid like suicide, or even worse become a religious folk singer fan to combat my desperation.
I guess I got other stuff like my band. Ha! Band, I'm sure that's what Ronnie would like to think it was, but frankly none of us can play, and there are no fucking lyrics. But it's something to do, and I won one over on Randy that time mom let me go out late on a school night for band practise and she'd never have let Randy do that, he was just pissed cuz he couldn't night drive for a month.
Sometimes you know I just lie awake at night and think of smart witty things I could say, but I never say them not to their faces anyway maybe to their dream faces in my head, I se them fall down on their knees and say "I'm sorry Mark please forgive me!" and suddenly I'm in charge I'm the one mom talks to and dad laughs with, I'm the one with the straight A's and I'm the one who gets the respect …
Hmmm I wonder if Brad and Randy'll pay for my future therapy bill, no they probably won't although they'll both be making tons of money, cuz y'know I've heard Pro-football pays, and normally hot-shot journalists don't exactly go hungry. D'you know what I'd really like to be? No really. I want to be a film director; I think I'd be good at it. Not that I'd ever have the guts to actually do it but hey, I can dream right?
"Hey Mark honey, have you seen your father?" That's mom, Jillian "Jill" Taylor, she's great, always gives a fair hearing…most of the time.
"Er, no" I replied I'm sitting on the couch not actually doing anything, "He might be at the store y'know getting to know the new guys round here." Dad had to leave all of his hardware buddies back in Detroit now we live in Indiana, so he goes down there and impresses them with all his stories and The Tale of the Hot Rod.
"Okay well I'm gonna head down there see him, I got the afternoon off."
"Okay mom bye" I called sighing slightly, alone. Bliss I can think some more –
"Hi I'm home!" It's Randy. I don't know where he's been it's the summer holidays and well we're new here.
"Hi Randy." I replied in a monotone
"Oh hey Mark what's up?" He's by the refrigerator now backpack slung over one shoulder.
"Nothing, I'm bored."
"So get a life." There he goes again, but this time maybe I'll say something back
"That's easy for you to say Randy, you're popular and people like you, but d'you know what? You and Brad don't need to keep drilling it into my head." I don't know what happened I really don't, I actually took a swing at my brother I tried to hit Randy. But guess what? As a final humiliation Randy ducked, I stumbled and nearly fell on my ass, he's looking at me now I know what's he's thinking, "Where the hell did that come from?" His backpacks on the floor, dropped and forgotten I've started now I can't stop, "Randy I get it, I'm a loser, I know you and Brad think I'm an embarrassment, that you hate being around me that maybe hell you hate me, but I can't do anything about it, so leave me alone." I'm running now, he's left in the kitchen, blue eyes wide.
I don't really know where I'm going. Do I care? Does anyone?
There ya go first instalment hope ya like please review I like reviews but I'll probably carry on if I only get a few I hate it when people bribe you to review
So Asta!
Piper
