The next morning Nat go up, and once again Alex was already up 'and on he drink' Nat muttered bitterly as he pulled on some pants and went downstairs. Alex was half dressed, it looked as though he had trouble manoeuvring his legs through the holes of his jeans, and had them sitting just above his knees. His shirt was on backwards and his do-rag was lopsided. Alex was lying on the sofa watching yesterdays press conference with a can of soda in his hand.

"Alex we need to talk" Nat said quietly, but Alex just kept on watching TV with a glazed look over his face.

Nat walked over and turned of the TV then turned to face his brother, who rolled over to face the back of the sofa.

Nat walked up behind him and snatched the can out of his hands.

"First you take my music! Now you take my soda! Why don't you just take everything!" Alex screamed and with great difficult extracted himself from his jeans and hurled them at Nat, the belt buckle catching him under the chin.

"Put these back on, you can still have your own pants" Nat said remembering the comment Alex had made a year earlier. Nat then threw Alex's jeans back at him, a little too hard, the belt buckle hitting Alex in the back of the head.

Alex cried out and buried his head in the sofa, his brother just seemed to be doing everything to hurt him.

After ten minutes Alex got up and with extreme difficulty pulled his jeans back on.

Alex looked at Nat. "I hate you!" was all he said and walked out the front door and slammed it behind him. Nat followed his brother out.

"Alex, come back" Nat called after him.

"Just leave me alone, I know you don't want me" Alex said without looking back as he climbed the stairs to the roof instead of taking the stairs to the street.

"Where are you going Alex?" Nat asked

"What do you care, you don't want me as your brother so I'm getting out of your hair," Alex said depressed.

"WHAT! Alex I do want you as my brother, I want you in the band. I just don't want you drinking lemon lime soda." Nat replied shocked.

"Whatever squidbreath" Alex said uncaringly as he opened the door to the roof.

Out on the roof Alex went over to pot plant and reaching behind the back pulled it a few bottle of lemon lime soda.

"Where are you getting all this soda?" Nat asked as he looked around the roof and saw various other stashes of soda.

"Why do you care?" Alex said sitting down and opening a bottle.

"You know what Alex, I give up. Do what you want" Nat said angrily heading down stairs shutting the door.

Alex didn't even batter an eyelid he just kept drinking his soda.

Nat approached the front door and Juanita was standing there.

"He's on the roof" Nat said and Juanita walked passed him and went up to the roof.

Nat opened the door and heard the TV still going and stood and watched it.

"Protesters came out in force today after the Naked Brothers Band yesterday shocked the world announcing that they had sacked drummer Alex Wolff over his addiction to lemon lime soda. An insider revealed Alex did not find out prior to the conference and his addiction has worsened since. Several prominent figures have spoken out against the band." The reporter said.

"Alex is a rough character, and his brother should be helping him out" Joel Madden said as they interviewed him on the screen.

"The band should stick by Alex, they need to support him not turf him out on his own" Green Day frontman Billy Joe Armstrong said next.

"We need to hear both sides of the story, so far the band have given us theirs, when will Alex give his," Phil Collins said.

"I know Nat and Alex personally, they are close, but for Nat to ditch Alex when he needs him most, it's out there man" George Lopez added.

Nat turned off the TV annoyed, it seemed everything he did was wrong.

He made his way up to his and Alex's room and found a box of his and Alex's mementos. He opened it open and picked out a photo of him and Alex that was taken just after the band got back together. Nat wished things would be like they were then, as he stared at the picture, tears coming out of his eyes.

Alex was lying down on the roof his head on Juanita's knee a large number of bottles around him and another in his hand. Alex too was crying as Juanita comforted him, something she had gotten used to over the last few days.