[A/N: I wasn't intending on doing this when I started this story, but this is going to become a slash story. Wendell/Ephram. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! *hides from angry readers* If you don't like it please don't read it, or review and tell me you don't like it. Flames make me sad, and trust me it's hard to make me sad. Anyway, I hope that you do like it.]

Chapter 4: Secrets

"Wait who's 'he'?" Ephram could sense the fear in Wendell's voice.

"Evan."

"What did he find out about?"

"Us."

"Ephram, I know you think that your brother's rather stupid, but it really doesn't take a genius to figure out that you and me are friends." Wendell tried to sound happy, sarcastic; anything at all except for the fear that now filled his stomach.

"No not that." Ephram was so nervous about telling Wendell this. He wasn't quite sure how he would react.

"Okay, then what?"

"I think that he figured out that we're… together."

"What? You told him?"

"No, I didn't tell him."

"Well then how did he figure it out?"

"I… I don't know."

"Well then how do you know that he did?"

"I said that I had to call you back, and he was like 'God you act like you're going out with him.'"

"That was your only indication?"

"Yeah."

"Oh sweetie, that doesn't mean anything. It just means that your brother makes strangely accurate comments."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. But if you want to you can ask him."

"Okay. Well I'll see you later."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

"Who was that?" Andy asked, coming in the front door.

"Oh it was Wendell."

"Do you realize that tomorrow is Saturday?"

"Yeah, me and him are going to a movie."

"Oh, what movie?"

"I'm not sure yet. We'll figure something out though."

"Okay. Well have fun. I just came home to get a couple changes of clothes, and to ask you and Evan to watch Delia for the next few days."

"Why? Where are you going?"

"The hospital in Denver called. They have a patient there they're not quite sure what is wrong with him, so want me to come and help figure it out. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone for but if it's going to be more than three days, I'll call and let you know."

"Okay, well good luck I guess."

"Thanks. Get your sister from Nina's, feed her, and put her in bed. I'll call in the morning and explain it to her."

"Should I tell Evan?"

"Sure if you want to."

"Okay, I'll see you in a couple days."

"Yeah."

*****

"What are you so happy about?" Evan asked looking out of his door at Ephram.

"Dad's gone for the next couple days. Some patient in Denver."

"Okay, that doesn't really explain why you're so happy though."

"I have a date tomorrow."

"Oh that's cool. With who?"

"You don't know them."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive."

"If you say so."

"I do."

"You aren't even going to tell me their name?"

"Nope."

"But Ephram…"

"Evan, you can whine at me all you want, it's not going to happen. By the way, we have to baby-sit Delia until dad gets back."

"Okay. Where is she now?"

"In bed."

"No, I'm not. Ephram, you're supposed to give me dinner before you put me in bed."

"Well don't look at me. I don't cook," Evan said.

"I don't either," Ephram said.

"Where's the phone? I'll order a pizza." Evan searched the room for the phone that was in the cradle in the living room.

"But we had pizza last night…" Delia complained.

"You don't like pizza?" Ephram asked.

"I do, just not every night."

"Well kiddo, get used to it. For the next few days you're living with two teenage boys, who can't cook," Evan said, still looking for the phone.

"Great. Just great."

"Well I'm not bad with breakfast foods," Ephram admitted.

"Oh really? What can you make?"

"Toast, cereal, waffles."

"And you use the waffle iron for the waffles, the one with the bell that tells you when they're done. Where the hell is the phone?" Evan was getting annoyed now because of the stupid phone.

"In the cradle downstairs. Just call Gino's and get… whatever. Why do I feel like it's me babysitting you two?"

"Because you have two extremely immature brothers. Get used to it kiddo," Ephram said, as Evan went in search of the phone.

*****

After they had fed Delia, asked her to take a shower, had been denied, had argued with her a little, and had put her to bed, the twins sat in Evan's room. Ephram was reading Ranma ½, volume 4, and Evan was just sitting on his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Hey Evan?"

"What?"

"Earlier, what did you mean when you said, 'you sound like you're going out with him'?"

"I don't know. Did I say that?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Oh yeah, I did. You just sort of sounded like that at the time. Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Going out with Wendell."

"No." Ephram felt bad lying to Evan, but he had to. He had to keep it secret.

"Because you know, if you are, it's okay. I won't freak out or anything. You can tell me."

"I know that, but there's nothing to tell. I'm not."

"Okay."

*****

Wendell and Ephram were sitting side by side on Wendell's couch. Suddenly Ephram turned and looked at Wendell. "Well, you were right. My brother is just very perceptive."

"See what did I tell you." Wendell shot Ephram a quick smile, before kissing him quickly.

"So what are we doing tonight?"

"I thought we could get some dinner at the diner around 7."

"But it's only 5."

"Exactly." Wendell grinned.

"I love how you think." Ephram kissed his boyfriend.

*****

At 7:00 Evan knocked on the door of the Abbott home. Unfortunately for him Harold Abbott answered the door.

"Ephram, what are you doing here?" the doctor asked uncomfortably.

"I'm here to pick up Amy," Evan replied ignoring the fact that he had once again been called by his brother's name.

"I'm sorry Ephram, but she has a date tonight."

"I know that, but it's with me."

"What?"

"Yeah. Oh and did I mention that I'm not Ephram?"

"What? Then who are you?"

"Evan Brown. Ephram's twin brother."

Dr. Abbott got a look on his face as though he had just sucked on a lemon. "I see. Well, Amy will be down in a moment, just… wait there." He walked away leaving Evan standing in the doorway. Five minutes later Amy walked down the stairs and saw Evan leaning against the door.

"Evan, I can't believe he just left you in the doorway."

"Oh, it's alright. He thought I was Ephram. He has issues with my family, doesn't he?"

"Well… yeah, he does. Actually it's your dad, but whatever."

"Yeah, I can understand that. Lots of people have issues with my dad. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me just tell them I'm leaving." Amy turned around and stuck her head into the living room doorway. "Dad I'm leaving," Amy said to her father who was sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Okay. Just be home by-"

"11. Dad I know."

*****

[A/N: Ah, the newest chapter. Hope you all liked it. Please don't kill me. I should have another one up by New Years. I hope you all had a good holiday.]