Author's Notes: This is my shot at a Four Brothers story. I love Four Brothers and I couldn't bear to write a story after Jack…Jack…Jack… bursts into tears
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Four Brothers but I own Alexandra and everything around her.
Summary: Alexandra Kyle has lived across the street from the Mercers her whole life so it makes perfect sense for her to move in with them when her dad goes to rehab. The boys have to get used to having a girl around and Alexandra has to understand the true meaning of family.
I sat on my bed doing my homework. I could hear the sounds of the hockey game from downstairs in the living room. Bobby was definitely home from work. Or whatever he did during the daytime. My guess was selling drugs and killing people. Nothing new.
"Alexandra? Sweetie? Could you put your clothes away?" Aunt Evie said as she came into my room, a laundry basket under her arm.
"Sure thing Aunt Evie," I replied. She smiled at me and then sat on the edge of my bed, folding towels. I pushed away my books and sat up to show I was listening.
"How's school baby?" She asked. I stared at suspiciously, "S'okay, why?"
"The school called, Jackie got into another fight. Know anything about that?" Aunt Evie asked with a frown on her face.
"He was defending me this time," I explained. Relief washed over me.
Whew.
"I thought so. Dinner'll be ready soon. Come and help me set the table." She said as she left my room.
For as long as I could remember Aunt Evie took care of my dad and me especiallyafter my mom died and when she was wasted. Bobby was always cursing. Jerry was a homebody and rarely went out unless he had a date with Camille. Angel was too busy banging all the girls in school and Jack had a permanent seat in detention. Aunt Evie knew that this fight wasn't Jack's fault, I don't know how but she did. That's probably why she came into my room, she always gives us a chance to tell the truth before she punishes us.
"Alexandra!" Aunt Evie shouted.
"Coming!" I shouted back, running down the stairs and going into the kitchen. Jack was already there helping Aunt Evie out with dinner. Jack was probably the Mercer brother I got along with the best. Not only because we were the same age but also because we were both technically the youngest ones in the house. We both got picked on by Bobby though Jack looked up to him while I treated him like an annoying older brother.
"Jack Jack," I greeted him with an elbow in his ribs. He smirked and copied the gesture. Me and Jack had developed a secret and silent language all our own because we would always get caught for talking in class and get detention. I would nudge him and he would return the gesture, it's how we greeted one another. We would use our body parts to convey messages. It pisses Bobby off because he doesn't understand us.
"Yo ref get you're fuckin' head out of your ass! That was a fucking foul!" I heard Bobby scream from the living room as I was setting the table.
"Bobby turn that shit down now!" Aunt Evie yelled at her eldest.
"Sorry Ma!" Bobby shouted back and the volume turned down a few notches before turning up again minutes later. I rolled my eyes, Bobby could be such an ass.
"Boys come and eat!" Aunt Evie called, they obviously ignored her. She opened her mouth to scream again but I stopped her and made a big show of acting tough. Shesmiled at me.
"Bobby turn off the tv! Jerry put down the book! Angel stop doing push ups and Jack…" I shouted and then realized that Jack was already seated at the table. He smirked at me,amused.Bobby's only response was to turn up the volume. I growled and turned off the tv.
"What the fuck? There was two minutes left in the game! I want to see if the fucking Bruins won!" Bobby yelled at me angrily. I put my hands on my hips and stared…UP at him.
"It's. Dinner. Time." I ground out. We stayed like that, for what seemed like an eternity but was in actuality only a few minutes, neither willing to back down. Bobby suddenly broke out into a smile and I found myself the unwilling participant of a headlock.
"Bobby! Let go!" I said squirming. He laughed.
"It's called revenge for making me miss my game Princess," Bobby said and he responded by giving me a noogie. He eventually let me go and I glared at him while I patted my hair down. Bobby smirked at me and sat down at the table.