A/N: This is the 'revised' version of this chapter. I re-read it, and I didn't like the way it was going, so I deleted what I didn't like. I'm sorry it took me so long to continue this, but I got busy and then forgot about it. Anyway, it's a year later, and I'm hoping to continue and eventually finish this story. Bare with me.

Chapter 8: Fighting Sucks

"God, why does it always take you like a million years to get home?" Evan whined. Ephram was always later than he said he was going to be. Not to mention he was starving.

"Hey, I can choose to not feed you. Delia and I can finish off a pizza without you." Ephram really wasn't in the mood for any of Evan's crap. He really just wanted to go back to Wendell's house but he knew he couldn't do that.

"What's wrong with you? Your all pissy about something."

"I'm not having a great day." Actually I want to get laid, but no, I have to come home and take care of my brother because he can't take care of himself.

"Oh yeah, well the next time you think you're having a bad day think of this. You are a Siamese twin. You're brother who is attached to your shoulder is gay. You are not. He has a date coming over that night. You only have one ass." Ephram couldn't help but laugh. That was a good joke. He didn't want to know where Evan could have gotten it from but it was funny all the same.

"That's sick."

"But funny."

"Yes. Funny. But gross. Delia! Dinner!"

"Why does it always take you a million years to get home?"

"Shouldn't you two be worshipping the ground I walk on? I brought you food."

Delia took a slice of pizza out of the box. She took a bite then left the room. When she was almost in the next room she called back, "Gino's delivers."

"You know she has a point," Evan said before taking a bite of his own pizza.

"Screw you."

Amy knew it was entirely her fault that Evan had gotten drunk the night before. There was no way she could lie to herself and make herself believe it want her fault. It was and there was no way around that. The only question was, why had that brought back so much pain and bad memories? What could possibly have happened that would make him want to do that?

"Thinking about you boyfriend?" Amy hadn't even noticed that Bright was in the doorway.

"What's it to you?"

"Jeeze, you don't have to be little miss attitude. I didn't do anything."

"Go away Bright."

"What's the matter? Did your boyfriend break up with you after only one date? It's because you're a bad kisser isn't it?"

"First of all. How would you know if I'm a bad kisser or not? Second of all I'm not. And third, he didn't dump me. You just want to get in a fight with me because I'm happy and you're alone." Whoa, Amy. Low blow. But then on the other hand he's done that to you so many times before that it shouldn't matter.

"Fuck you!"

"Back at ya."

It's the way

That he makes you cry

It's the way

That he in your mind

It's the way

That he makes you fall in love

It's the way

That he makes you feel

It's the way

That he kisses you

It's the way

That he makes you fall in love

The loud alternative rock music was a bit of a culture shock for Lily. It shouldn't have been, since her brother had been blaring the same CD for at least a week, but there was something about it that got her every time.

She was about to close the door when someone behind her said, "You're home late."

"It's only 7:30. Besides, you're later than me." It was Tom. It was always Tom. He seemed to think he was better than everyone else. It must be that whole middle school teenage thing.

"Yeah but mom and dad don't need to know that."

"Mom and dad aren't here stupid."

"Oh yeah," Tom said an air of confusion and realization in his voice.

"Oh yeah," Lily mocked as she smacked him in the back of the head.

"Ow. WENDELL!" Tom shouted as he rubbed the offended area.

"I DON'T CARE!!" Wendell shouted back.

"Ha ha."

"Bitch."

"Fuck you."

Tom gave Lily the finger as he went up the stairs.

"Oh and tell Wendell he's right."

Tom gave Lily a confused look then continued up the stairs. He figured Wendell would know what the hell she was talking about. He came to the door of the room he had once shared with Wendell. Now that Ben was in college he got a room to himself, which made him immensely happy because, in his eyes, Wendell was weird. He didn't even bother to knock. He just opened the door.

"Hey, there's this thing called knocking. You should try it some time." Wendell said. He didn't even have to look up from the book he was reading to know who it was at the door. He knew it was Tom. He never knocked, just flung the door open.

"Lily told me to tell you that you're right."

"About what?"

"I don't know. She didn't say. I relay messages, not interpret them."

"Thanks for nothing," Wendell whispered to himself as Tom closed the door.

A/N: Yeah. That's it. And by the way, the lyrics are from It's The Way by Sugarcult.