Author's Notes: I really did not mean to not post this chapter. I was going to but then my cat died and then I was swamped with homework and I happen to have a very bad memory. I'm really sorry and I hope you guys forgive me.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Four Brothers, but I DO OWN Alexandra

When I woke up I was still in Jack's bed. His guitar was propped against the wall and the room smelled faintly of cigarettes and month old Axe.

Ick.

I groaned and began to stand up only to realize that I was tangled up in Jack's sheets. This of course caused me to trip and fall onto the cold, hard, stinky carpet. I laid there for a while before Angel saw me.

"Fell off the bed again Alex?" He asked, amused.

"Thank you Captain Obvious. Could you help me up?...please?" I drawled with a large eye roll.

"Sure thing sweetheart," Angel agreed. He wrapped one arm around my waist and hoisted me up. The sheets unraveled from my body and fell to the floor in a messy heap.

"Thanks Angel," I said.

"No problem," he replied as he threw me over his shoulder.

"Uh, Angel? You can put me down now," I said.

"Nope." I gaped at him. He was such an ass!

"Angel! Angel put me down! Put me the fuck down! This is not fucking funny! Angel Mercer! Angel put me down!" I shrieked as I pounded his back.

"I guess baby girl's awake," Jerry commented from his seat on the couch. I glared at him. Angel dropped me unceremoniously on the couch. Jack was sitting beside me, smoking a cigarette and watching Saturday morning cartoons.

"Your brothers suck, you know that right?" I told him. Jack simply smiled and continued watching Saturday morning cartoons. I rolled my eyes as I hit him with a pillow and went upstairs before he could retaliate. Only to be greeted by the sight of Bobby, sitting on the toilet.

"Doors were made for a reason Bobby!" I shouted as I slammed my bedroom door.

"Sorry Manson!" Bobby shouted. I rolled my eyes.

Bobby had a lot of nicknames for me. Mostly based off of things I've done or my life in general, most of them just come off the top of his head and make no sense. Slim Jim was because I dated a guy named Jimmy who was really tall and skinny. Oh, he also ONLY ate beef jerky. I'm serious. Manson was for the time when Jack convinced me to go to a Marilyn Manson concert with him. Of course that was before we both knew what to expect. Jack and I ended up leaving the concert early and tossing the tickets out. But Bobby found them in the trash and then yelled at me and threatened to ground me. I told him he wasn't my dad and I didn't have to listen to him and he said my dad was too stoned to even know I existed. I smacked him and avoided them all for a month.

I changed and went downstairs, grabbed my jacket and went outside to smoke. I usually go outside because I feel bad contributing to the second-hand smoke inside the house.

"Hey 'Xandra," Jack greeted as he sat down beside me.

"Hey," I responded. He put his arm around my shoulder. Jack then grabbed the cigarette from my eyes and took a drag from it.

"Hey! Didn't you already have a cigarette?" I questioned.

"Jerry took away my pack and said I need to quit smoking," Jack answered, not giving me back my cigarette. I frowned, "That doesn't sound like Jerry."

"That was after Bobby slapshotted a hockey puck into my stomach and I dropped my cigarette. It fell on Jerry's book and it caught fire," Jack explained.

"Oh."

"Yup."

"Sounds like Bobby's bored," I commented. Loud noises were coming from inside the house.

"When is Bobby NOT bored?" Jack asked me. I laughed.

"Let's go skating," I said. Jack looked at me in surprise.

"But you hate skating."

"No, I hate hockey" I corrected him. I snuck back into the house and grabbed both mine and Jack's skates. I tiptoed back outside. I didn't want Bobby or any of the other boys to follow me. Jack was standing on the sidewalk in front of the house waiting for me.

"Just like old times," Jack said as we ran all the way to the ice rink.

Jack and I have always been inseparable. Ever since we were nine. The boys weren't the nicest to Jack when he was first adopted by Aunt Evie. Bobby and the boys had covered his bed in maple syrup, marshmallows and cookie crumbs. I said he could live at my house. Aunt Evie was frantic and so were the boys. They searched all over for Jack until I told them that he was hiding at my house. They all became closer but Jack didn't talk to me for a week afterwards.