Eli: Okay, here's the next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! Enjoy!
"I'm not a kid anymore, so stop treating me like one!"
"Maybe when you stop acting like one, I will!"
Chris and Nicky watched Luke and their Dad yell at each other. It had been like this ever since Luke started hanging out with what they liked to call "the bad boys."
"You're paranoid. You think I'm breaking the law whenever I leave the house!"
"No, only when you leave the house with them!"
Luke grabbed his jacket. "It's my life and they are my friends! Get over it!" He left and slammed the door behind him. Danny was about to storm after him, when Lee stopped him.
"Let him go, Danny. He'll be back. Don't carry the fireworks on outside."
Danny looked ready to face an army of ninjas. He open his mouth to say something, but then noticed the twins watching from the door way. He shut his mouth again and left the room. The boys went to their room.
"Hey Nicky." Chris said. "Why does Dad hate the bad boys so much?"
"Because they want to make Luke a bad boy." He said as he flipped through the pages of his comic book.
"So? What's wrong with being a bad boy?"
"Dad's a cop. It's his job to arrest bad boys. He doesn't want to arrest Luke."
"Oh. What makes Dad think that Luke will become a bad boy? He could never be a bad boy. He can barely even fight."
"Fists don't matter when you're packin'."
"But Luke isn't packin'. He can' even shoot a........"
"Chris! Shut up!" Nicky shouted at him. Chris stuck his tongue out at him and stormed out of the room. Nicky didn't care. Chris didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what Luke was hiding in his room.
-Next night-
"Do I have to?"
"You promised you would watch Nicky. Just be glad Chris is off at his friends house and that you don't have to deal with both of them."
"This blows. I can't believe I have to spend Saturday baby sitting my fuc-"
"Hey! Watch your mouth!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"We'll be back at ten. Have fun, Luke."
"Uh huh. Big fun." Luke remarked back as they shut the door behind him. Luke turned to Nicky. "Okay, squirt, as long as you don't break anything, do what you want." He then went to the living room, plopped down on the couch, and started flipping through the channels.
Nicky sat down in the chair next to him. Usually Nicky would be bouncing off the walls, but he was depressed. His brother use to be so cool. They would play video games for hours, order pizza, and Luke would let him stay up till his parents drove up the drive way. But now, he ignored him. It was the bad boys fault. Nicky got up from his chair. He needed to do something about it.
-Ten minutes later-
"Ha, Nicky, did you see that?" Luke said in between laughter. He got no reply. "Nicky? Nicky!" Luke got up off the couch. "Now where did he go? He was sitting next to me last I checked." Luke started looking around the house.
"Nicky? Where are you? Nicky!" He started getting anxious. He checked the kitchen, both bathrooms, the hallway, Nicky and Chris's room, Una's room, his parent's room. There was only one place left. Luke opened the door to his room quietly. Nicky was sitting on the floor with a gun in his hands.
"Nicky!" Luke yelled. "Put that down!"
Nicky looked up. "It's okay, Luke. I took out all the bullets, see." Nicky held the gun up and pressed the trigger a couple of times. "See? All go-"
The gun went off and a bullet flew pass Luke's arm. Luke went down on the floor next to him as Nicky threw the gun across the floor.
"Luke, are you okay?"
"Yeah, squirt, I'm fine." Luke got his breathing to slow down before going on. "Nicky! What were you thinking? You know better than to touch one of those things!"
Nicky held back tears and shouted "Well, so do you!"
Luke was taken back. "What?"
"I was trying to make you good again by making the gun useless, so that you don't use it and get in trouble and fight with dad anymore!" Nicky was just barely holding back tears. Luke shut his mouth and sat back down.
"Hey, squirt its okay." Nicky really did start to cry. Luke slowly hugged Nicky for comfort. Nicky didn't really move, but he started to calm down. When his voice was back to normal, he looked up at Luke.
"Luke, why do you have to be a bad boy?" Luke looked at him with confusion.
"I'm not a bad boy."
"Yes you are. You hang with the bad boys and you have a gun and you yell at dad. You're a bad boy now. I don't want you to be a bad boy. I want you to be like you use to be, back when you were cool. Can you be like that again? Please? I promise I won't bug you and I won't dump your hair gel down the toilet anymore."
Luke looked down at his little brother and nodded. "Yeah, squirt. I will."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Nicky smiled and got up. He got ready for bed. As he did, Luke was in his room staring at his stuff. He picked up the gun from the ground and stared at it. Nicky could've shoot himself, or shot him when he was trying to prove the bullets were out.
"Damn thing." Luke tossed it back in his top dresser and slammed it shut. Then he went into Nicky's room. Nicky was in bed ready to sleep.
"You all set, squirt?"
"Uh huh."
"Good night, Nicky."
"Night, Luke." Luke shut off the light and went back to his room. There was a small hole in the ceiling now. He knew what he had to do. First he grabbed all the clothing that showed his loyalty to his gang and hauled it out to the backyard. He pulled out a pack of matches and set them on fire.
After the fire was done, Luke went back to his room and got the gun, bullets, and his switchblade. He sat by the door and waited for his parents to get home.
When Danny opened the door, he didn't expect Luke to be standing there waiting for him. "Luke, what are you doing?"
Luke remained silent. He went up to Danny and put the weapons in his hands.
"I'm sorry, just take them away."
"Luke!" Danny shouted. He turned around. Danny saw the look on his face and calmed down. "Luke, we need to have a talk."
He nodded. "Yeah."
Coming Attraction:
House Under Siege
"I'm not a kid anymore, so stop treating me like one!"
"Maybe when you stop acting like one, I will!"
Chris and Nicky watched Luke and their Dad yell at each other. It had been like this ever since Luke started hanging out with what they liked to call "the bad boys."
"You're paranoid. You think I'm breaking the law whenever I leave the house!"
"No, only when you leave the house with them!"
Luke grabbed his jacket. "It's my life and they are my friends! Get over it!" He left and slammed the door behind him. Danny was about to storm after him, when Lee stopped him.
"Let him go, Danny. He'll be back. Don't carry the fireworks on outside."
Danny looked ready to face an army of ninjas. He open his mouth to say something, but then noticed the twins watching from the door way. He shut his mouth again and left the room. The boys went to their room.
"Hey Nicky." Chris said. "Why does Dad hate the bad boys so much?"
"Because they want to make Luke a bad boy." He said as he flipped through the pages of his comic book.
"So? What's wrong with being a bad boy?"
"Dad's a cop. It's his job to arrest bad boys. He doesn't want to arrest Luke."
"Oh. What makes Dad think that Luke will become a bad boy? He could never be a bad boy. He can barely even fight."
"Fists don't matter when you're packin'."
"But Luke isn't packin'. He can' even shoot a........"
"Chris! Shut up!" Nicky shouted at him. Chris stuck his tongue out at him and stormed out of the room. Nicky didn't care. Chris didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what Luke was hiding in his room.
-Next night-
"Do I have to?"
"You promised you would watch Nicky. Just be glad Chris is off at his friends house and that you don't have to deal with both of them."
"This blows. I can't believe I have to spend Saturday baby sitting my fuc-"
"Hey! Watch your mouth!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"We'll be back at ten. Have fun, Luke."
"Uh huh. Big fun." Luke remarked back as they shut the door behind him. Luke turned to Nicky. "Okay, squirt, as long as you don't break anything, do what you want." He then went to the living room, plopped down on the couch, and started flipping through the channels.
Nicky sat down in the chair next to him. Usually Nicky would be bouncing off the walls, but he was depressed. His brother use to be so cool. They would play video games for hours, order pizza, and Luke would let him stay up till his parents drove up the drive way. But now, he ignored him. It was the bad boys fault. Nicky got up from his chair. He needed to do something about it.
-Ten minutes later-
"Ha, Nicky, did you see that?" Luke said in between laughter. He got no reply. "Nicky? Nicky!" Luke got up off the couch. "Now where did he go? He was sitting next to me last I checked." Luke started looking around the house.
"Nicky? Where are you? Nicky!" He started getting anxious. He checked the kitchen, both bathrooms, the hallway, Nicky and Chris's room, Una's room, his parent's room. There was only one place left. Luke opened the door to his room quietly. Nicky was sitting on the floor with a gun in his hands.
"Nicky!" Luke yelled. "Put that down!"
Nicky looked up. "It's okay, Luke. I took out all the bullets, see." Nicky held the gun up and pressed the trigger a couple of times. "See? All go-"
The gun went off and a bullet flew pass Luke's arm. Luke went down on the floor next to him as Nicky threw the gun across the floor.
"Luke, are you okay?"
"Yeah, squirt, I'm fine." Luke got his breathing to slow down before going on. "Nicky! What were you thinking? You know better than to touch one of those things!"
Nicky held back tears and shouted "Well, so do you!"
Luke was taken back. "What?"
"I was trying to make you good again by making the gun useless, so that you don't use it and get in trouble and fight with dad anymore!" Nicky was just barely holding back tears. Luke shut his mouth and sat back down.
"Hey, squirt its okay." Nicky really did start to cry. Luke slowly hugged Nicky for comfort. Nicky didn't really move, but he started to calm down. When his voice was back to normal, he looked up at Luke.
"Luke, why do you have to be a bad boy?" Luke looked at him with confusion.
"I'm not a bad boy."
"Yes you are. You hang with the bad boys and you have a gun and you yell at dad. You're a bad boy now. I don't want you to be a bad boy. I want you to be like you use to be, back when you were cool. Can you be like that again? Please? I promise I won't bug you and I won't dump your hair gel down the toilet anymore."
Luke looked down at his little brother and nodded. "Yeah, squirt. I will."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Nicky smiled and got up. He got ready for bed. As he did, Luke was in his room staring at his stuff. He picked up the gun from the ground and stared at it. Nicky could've shoot himself, or shot him when he was trying to prove the bullets were out.
"Damn thing." Luke tossed it back in his top dresser and slammed it shut. Then he went into Nicky's room. Nicky was in bed ready to sleep.
"You all set, squirt?"
"Uh huh."
"Good night, Nicky."
"Night, Luke." Luke shut off the light and went back to his room. There was a small hole in the ceiling now. He knew what he had to do. First he grabbed all the clothing that showed his loyalty to his gang and hauled it out to the backyard. He pulled out a pack of matches and set them on fire.
After the fire was done, Luke went back to his room and got the gun, bullets, and his switchblade. He sat by the door and waited for his parents to get home.
When Danny opened the door, he didn't expect Luke to be standing there waiting for him. "Luke, what are you doing?"
Luke remained silent. He went up to Danny and put the weapons in his hands.
"I'm sorry, just take them away."
"Luke!" Danny shouted. He turned around. Danny saw the look on his face and calmed down. "Luke, we need to have a talk."
He nodded. "Yeah."
Coming Attraction:
House Under Siege