I'm the father figure in a boy's life, things arnt always good, we argue. We argue like brothers do, like fathers and sons do.
"Why can't I go?" He doesn't have to yell, I'm right in front of him.
"I told you, it's a school night." He's not about to go to a party, not tonight anyways. "Besides you have no business being there. You're just a boy." He's only 13, but he thinks that he's my age. I heard about this party, at school. People my age are going to be there, so I'm not about to let my brother go to this thing.
"I'm a teenager!"
"Yea right. Your barely 13, talk to me when your voice starts to squeak." His face got all red, he's cute when he's mad.
"Why are you trying to destroy my life?" He's still a boy, so, he exaggerates everything about everything. "I want to go out and have fun, just because you don't get along with these people, doesn't mean that I cant."
"Do you want to know the truth about these people, there bad news. And I'll be damned if my brother is going to get involved with them." He let out an angry scream, a horrifying one, it curls my blood to hear him scream like that. But I don't do anything, I don't move.
"Why do you HATE ME?" I don't hate you Mokuba, I love you, I care about you, that's why I have to do this.
"Your just lucky."
"I wish that you would DIE!" Wow, that's one I haven't heard before. I widen my eyes slightly, staring at him. He knows that his words went to far. He doesn't wish that. I know him better than he knows himself. But the words still hurt. His eyes are sorry, but his face is still angry. He huffs and storms off. He walks to the door and opens it, but he looks back at me, he's telling me that he's sorry, with those big grey eyes. But he just walks out. He's like me in a way. He can't admit that he is wrong.
He doesn't mean it. He can't mean it. He doesn't… He… he loves me. He's just foolish, he's a child… he's a teenager. Like me, god, that feels weird.