Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Authors notes: Okay these are going to get more and more vulgar and worse. But its all for the fun of brothers feuding. Most of these come from my own brothers feuding when I was a child. Which was funny.

Chapter 3

The fish

12:34 p.m.

"Jules can you go outside and help your father? Your brothers cleaning the bathroom after what he did to the floor." Verne sighed as he looked at his brother who just shrugged and walked toward the door while Verne walked over to the bathroom to clean up what the saran wrap made him drizzle. He smiled as he suddenly had a thought. He walked over to the fridge as his mother was in the garden picking out a few tomatoes for dinner. Verne pulled out all the beer he could and walked over to his brothers room. He quickly pulled out all the fish and put them into a bucket full of water and emptied the rest of the contents out his brothers window. He them poured all the beer into the tank and put the fish back in it. He walked out and back into the bathroom.

About an hour later Verne heard Jules voice from next door and braised himself as Jules walked in holding a dead fish.

"Verne these...are expensive fish. What did you do to them?" Jules asked as he put the fish into Vernes cup of coffee on the night stand.

"Well...they looked thirsty." Verne laughed as he heard his mother calling from inside the kitchen.

"Come on boys, Lunch." Clara yelled from the kitchen. Jules walked out and growled.

"Did you see what Verne did?" Clara looked at her eldest son then at her youngest.

"Verne surely you haven't done something else to your brother?" Verne smiled.

"Course not mother...I did something to his fish." Verne burst out laughing as Verne smiled and seen the hurt look on his brothers face then shook his head.

"Jules...man...I didn't think this would beat you down like this." Verne said taking hold of his brothers arm trying to show how sorry he was. Jules shook his head pulling his brothers hand from his arms and turned away.

"I'm not hungry mom." He slowly walked out of the room and slammed the door as soon as Marty and Doc walked in.

"Mowing four achers of land is hard." Marty said as he wiped his forehead. "You wouldn't have finished this all in one day Doc, and I think the kids loved it." Marty said as he picked up Marty Jr. From the floor where he sat playing with his sister Marlene. (Note: Marty would be around 25 to 27 when Jules and Verne reached the ages I have portrayed them as.)

Clara sighed.

"Well don't just stand there Emmett. Go see if your sons okay." Doc looked confused, and looked around.

"What? What's wrong with Verne?"

"Not Verne...Vernes did something to Jules fish and now Jules is very upset." Verne sighed as he walked out of the room and into the hall hearing his brother pulling open and shutting his drawers. Verne opened the door and closed it behind him. Jules looked behind him spotting his brother. All furry and anger raising he took one swift punch and connected with his brothers nose. Verne just lay back on the floor just wanting his brother to beat him up. Jules however kneeled down in front of him and blinked.

"You really are sorry." Verne looked away as Jules helped him up off the floor and over to the bed as blood trickled down his nose and lip. Verne didn't care. It wasn't as if it hadn't happened before to him. He had busted his nose plenty of times. Each time his nose was busted by a bully at school, Jules always stepped up and beat the guy up for him. Always protecting on Verne. The bus will be here soon. Your high school friends are riding." Clara called from outside the door. Verne looked at Jules and looked away wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"Come on Verne...you can see me off." Jules smiled at his brother who just sat there starring at the blood spots showing up on his jeans from the bloody nose.

"Oh come on Vernie...you'll be fine." Jules helped him up and out the door. Jules had what looked like an old duffle back from the World War 2 age. Which it probably was.

Jules pulled his brother outside as the Greyhound bus pulled up along side of the road and loaded the bus. Which seemed to have about 24 happy go lucky college students on it. Jules turned to look at his parents.

"Write us Jules darling." Clara said hugging her son, giving him a short peck on the cheek and stepped back so Doc could shake his hand. Doc shook his head more then his hand and pulled his son into a hug and kissed the top of his head.

"If you need anything son we're all here." Doc pulled away as Jules turned to Verne.

"You know...our name won't fit anymore. Since I'm off to college...everyone's going to ask you were I am." Jules smiled as he went to hug Verne. Verne backed up a bit and glared at him. He was still sore from the punch. Jules stopped, frowned, and looked away.

"I see. Well...I'll see you around Thanksgiving then." Jules turned away to climb the bus steps. Verne reached out and pulled him to him.

"Love you Jules." He whispered and hugged him close. The reaction from Jules was sudden surprise, then tears. Jules pulled his baby brother into a hug that lasted for a few seconds. But it could have lasted forever and no one would have knew the difference. Jules finally pulled away and looked at his brother.

"You tell Biff Jr. that if he touches you...I'll come back and give him a thrashing." Jules told his brother and then turned and boarded the bus.

The bus soon passed out of view and Verne walked into the house and looked at the room. He closed his eyes listening hard.

"Marty was right...It is to quiet around here now." Verne sighed as he walked into the living room switching on the TV as Clara walked in.

"Whys Jules fish tank filled with beer?" Vernes eyes grew wide.

"Oops."

The End