A.N. Very short I know but I fighting with my muse over my main story and I'm hoping this ficlet will help fight the dreaded writers block. Blake's pov sometime after Pork Chopped

The Difference

It was nothing really but in just one second everything changed. I became a coward.

There wasn't even anything extraordinary happening in that moment.

But that was the moment I realised I'd lost myself.

"Hold the door!" That is my brother not blood obviously but in every way that really counted Hunter was my bro. He had been since the moment he came to live with us. Right now we are unloading a delivery of surfboards and he is typically playing the big man and trying to carry three at once. Me not being driven by the need to prove myself is only carrying one, its dark blue with streaks of light blue running through the dark what can I say it struck a cord. The colours are cool and that pretty much covers what I know about surfboards conveniently I know the perfect tutor. I'm wearing my idiot look again I know it and don't care.

Kelly our boss is rolling her eyes at him while holding the door open as wide as she can. He's barely through the door before the inevitable happens. Stepping over the scattered boards and a swearing Hunter I carefully place mine in the back room, wisely saying nothing. I snag Kelly and myself a coffee on the way past the staff room. Its actually just an over stuffed sofa, fridge and graffiti covered partitioning left by the previous stock boy in a tiny corner of the stock room but you know it has food, drinks and a playstation what more does a anyone need? Re-entering the store I avoid eye contact with the customer looking at motor gloves buying myself some time before he gets impatient and asks for help. I hand Kelly the evil pink mug keeping the plain white one for myself. I have a theory about pink being evil I wont go into it but it involves my first date and ruffles. Relaxing against the counter I ignore Hunter's pointed look. Who was it who left the entire bike delivery to yours truly? Enjoy yourself Hunter you've earnt it.

That's when I notice two people walking past the window a tall skinny brunette has his arm slung around the shoulders of a cute blonde. Casually leaning into him her arms wrapped around his waist she is laughing at what ever he just said. I love that look happy, carefree I never want her to lose that look.

And it hits me. This one is different I can't charm her and go on superficial dates. This one matters. This one could break my heart.

And I can't face that.