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In this story Hiro is about 12 and GoGo is 18ish. The only 18-year-old who would, as a comment suggested, fall in love with a 12-year-old, is a pedophile. I will never support that, leave it out of my comment section. You don't even have to like the ships I have, but, hey! There are really no ships in this story right now! Especially not pedophilic ones.

Don't comment pedophilic comments on my stories, don't comment pedophilic comments on anyone's stories. In fact, for the most part, don't comment on stories if all you have to say is backseat driving or pedophilia.

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"Why weren't you home for dinner?" Deborah asked, standing in the doorway as Wesley pushed past her to get into the house.

"I had a job interview after work."

"Where did you go after the job interview?" Deborah demanded, arms still crossed.

"I went to see Leiko." He could have lied to her, but she always knew.

"Well, did you get a better job?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm going to my room." He didn't want to tell her first. She didn't deserve to know before Khary did, since Khary had gotten him the job.

"Wesley Payton-" She called after him, but he had disappeared upstairs. He was getting his own laptop and maybe he would make enough to get his own place and he wouldn't have to deal with her throwing around his middle name as a way to manipulate him. He was trying so hard to not let her manipulate him anymore.

"Khary, you want to talk?" He asked, knocking on his brother's door. Khary bolted out of his room, grinning.

"So?"

"Do you want to see the merch he gave me? Some of it is for you." Khary's eyes widened in obvious delight.

"Really? That's amazing!" He headed into Khary's room. The room was decorated in posters for musicals that Khary could get away from admitting that he'd listened to, although Deborah was still a little unsure about some of them, the Matilda and Shrek musicals were a little edgy. Soon he was sitting on the edge of Khary's twin bed and leaning in conspiratorially towards his little brother.

"Guess what?" Wes asked, after he showed Khary all of the merch Fred had picked out for him.

"You got the job?" Khary asked, bouncing a little on his bed.

"I got the job! I start Monday. And, if you want, Fred said you could come with me and watch the shoot. Do you want to go?"

"Are you kidding me?! I visited you at your boring job at the cafe of course I wanna visit you at the coolest job in the world!" Khary threw his arms around his brother and Wesley hugged him back tightly.

"I'm glad you're happy. I think it will be good for us. Fred said he would hook me up with my own laptop for work, so our laptop is your laptop now." Khary's eyes widened even more.

"This is the coolest!" Khary fell quiet for a second, glancing at the ground then up at his brother.

"Are you going to move out?" Khary's voice cracked a little.

"Yeah, buddy… As soon as I can afford to." Khary tightened the grip on his brother, feeling a little less excited.

"Don't worry, Khary. I'll still always be here for you, I promise. You're not losing me. I'll never let that happen."

"Damon left," Khary pointed out.

"But Damon is still in our lives," Wes reminded him, "how about we call him right now and tell him the good news?" That seemed to cheer Khary up, and soon they were dialing up Damon.

"Hey, Wes, what's up? Is something wrong?"

"Something is right, actually. I got a new job. Khary and I are pretty excited about it so we thought we would tell you."

"You got a new job? That's amazing, Wesley! Tell me all about it!"

"Oh, can I, can I?" Khary piped up.

"Yeah, Khary kind of got me that job, so he can tell you."

"Okay so my favorite youtuber Fred, Fred Frederickson, well, he had this application for an assistant and he mentioned it on one of his youtube videos and I mentioned it to Wes because mom is always nagging him to get a better job and so today he got the job!"

"That's awesome, Wes. Good job, Khary, way to look out for each other. Just don't forget where you came from, Wes, when you get all rich and famous."

"I'm never going to forget you two," Wesley said, "can I forget the rest of it?"

"Take me off speaker, Wes," Damon said, a twinge of sadness filling his voice.

"Oh, okay, sorry, Khary. We'll hang out tomorrow, okay? I'm going to go talk to Damon in my room."

"Can I come get the laptop later?" Khary asked. Wes nodded, taking his older brother off of speaker and heading into the comforting cleanness of his own room.

"What's up?" He asked Damon, already dreading wherever this conversation was going.

"I'm worried about you."

"Oh my gosh, Damon, I'm fine-"

"No. Don't feed me that bullcrap. I'm really proud of you for getting another job and I hope it works out for you, I just hope you're not just doing it because of mom."

"What? No, of course not."

"Good."

"I mean, I might be doing it a little bit because I need more money to move out, but I'm certainly not doing it to please her. I'm never doing anything to please her ever again."

"Good. I just hope that you're able to live up to that. I know how hard it is to live under her scrutiny. That's why I'm happy to have some distance of my own."

"I'm worried about Khary. I don't want to leave him, but I can't stay."

"I get it," Damon sighed, "I was in your position four years ago. I didn't want to leave either of you, but I know now that independence doesn't mean fully abandoning the people I care about the most. I still visit, don't I?"

"Yeah," Wesley was already feeling a little bit better.

"As long as we never give up on each other, we're allowed to take care of ourselves. You're allowed to do what's best for you. It'll just mean you'll have to find other ways to watch out for Khary. We both will."

"What if she gets worse?" Wesley asked, digging his fingernails into his arm.

"Then we'll get stronger. None of us are alone, Wes. We never have to be."

"Thanks, Damon. Are you coming to visit any time soon?"

"Not for a bit. But I'll come help you move, I swear. As soon as you find a place, let me know."

"Alright, I will."

"And if you two ever need to visit-"

"Got it, thanks."

"I'm proud of you." Wesley felt his cheeks heat up. Ever since Damon had gotten out from under Deborah's grip he had relentlessly told his brothers he was proud of them. But Wes never grew tired of it.

"Thank you. Good night, Damon."

"Good night." Wes hung up and fell backwards on his bed, thinking about everything that was happening and looking forward to a casual movie day with his friends tomorrow.