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Sorry for deleting this, guys. I had to start from scratch, so a couple things might be changed. Overall, it's the same chapter.

I was just about to walk out the door when Aunt Gertrude grabbed my arm. "Where do you think you're going, mister?" she asked, her eyes glinting dangerously. I rolled my eyes and yanked my hand out of her grasp.

"Out with Callie. I promised her a movie." I tried to move past her but she again blocked the door.

"I am going out." She said, "And since neither of your parents are home, I think it would be advisable for you to stay with Joe."

I'm pretty sure both me and Joe, who was on the couch under a mountain of blankets still suffering form the last of his pneumonia, groaned at the exact same time. "I do not need a babysitter!" My brother argued, "Especially Frank!"

Aunt Gertrude's voice was shrill, "Do you remember, Frank, what happened the last time you left your brother home alone?"

I did. He'd been kidnapped by a lowlife that wanted revenge against dad and had been about to be sold off like a piece of furniture. I backed away from the door and threw my coat on the chair. "Yeah, alright, I'll stay."

I could here Joe sigh and saw Aunt Gertrude leave the house, but I wasn't really all there, if you know what I mean. I was thinking about all the trouble my little brother had gotten into.

Fact one, Joe had been kidnapped eight times in his seventeen years, which must be a record of some sort.

Fact two, he saw his girl friend die and witnessed some truly horrible murders.

Fact three, his immune system has been off ever since he insisted on trying to catch a guy while battling a hundred and five degree fever.

And fact four, he had come this close to not graduating, even though he had almost straight A's. He had missed fifty-something days of school, because of the first and thirs fact. So yeah, you can say I'm a little over protective of him...actually, Joe would sayI'm a lot over protective.

I flopped down on the couch next to Joe, staring at him as he stared at the TV. He was coughing, the type of cough that makes you wince just to hear it, because it sounds like ny minute the person is going to cough up their lungs. He started to speak after his fit was over and his voice was hoarse.

"You shouldn't of stayed, Frank. I can take care of myself. And you haven't seen Callie in ages. Plus, I'm gonna be no fun, with this stupid cold." His monolouge was punctuated with coughs and gasps. He was really in bad shape. I had gotten over my pneumonia three days ago.

"Nah, you're so bad off, I bet you couldn't walk across the room, let alone fight off a load of bad-guys." I got a pillow thrown at me for that, and I threw it back at him. It soon turned into a full-blown pillow fight, every man for himself. I heard the door open behind me, but assumed it was Aunt Gertrude, who had forgotten something, as usual.

The next second a fist shot out of nowhere and hit me in the back of the head.

Yeah, so, sorry about deleting it.