A/N: I got the idea from somewhere.
No one's POV
Jason is looking at a blue cord trying to figure out what to do and looked at Freddie.
"Did you see his scars?" Jason heard Carly say and Jason's eye twitched. Freddie looked at Jason a little freaked out and Jason walked to Freddie.
"Yeah. Scars are really hot." Sam said and Jason smiled.
"Quick show them your scars." Jason said trying to lift up Freddie's sweater sleeve.
"What? No." Freddie said fighting back.
"Chicken pox scars aren't hot." Carly said annoyed and Jason somehow managed to lift up Freddie's sweater sleeve. Jason looked at the theee lines on his older's brother's wrist and the girls looked at his wrist. "What did you do?"
"Cut himself. He almost got expelled for trying to cut himself in the rest room when he was thirteen. He got sent to therapy and counseling." Jason said and Freddie looked at him.
"Must you tell of my business." Freddie said.
"I thought you were going to tell them." Jason said confused and Freddie dragged him into the hallway. Freddie closed the door.
"Maybe I didn't want them to know about my cutting thing." Freddie said.
"If I cut myself. I would tell my friends." Jason said.
"Now they'll try to send me back to therapy. My sessions are done with." Freddie said. "Why did you tell them anyway?"
"Sam said scars are have scars. I thought you wanted to impress her." Jason said.
"I don't." Freddie said and Jason looked at him bored.
"I get it. You still love Carly." Jason said. "I guess I'll try to get her to love you."
"I don't want her to love me." Freddie said.
"I'm confused. You love Carly or Sam." Jason said.
"Neither of them." Freddie said.
"So you still love that chick Elizabeth?" Jason asked confused.
"No." Freddie said.
"Are you trying to confuse me?" Jason asked annoyed and Freddie placed his hand over his eyes. Freddie uncovered his eyes.
"No." Freddie said .
"Why did you cut yourself?" Jason said.
"I cut myself because of school, homework, mom and dad fighting." Freddie said.
"Oh." Jason said and remembered something. "Hey. Remember how when we were sick we used to time ourselves for five minutes on how we used to do shots of NyQuil. You could never pass twenty-one." Freddie rolled his eyes.
"That's because it's horrible tasting. And you fall asleep after twenty minutes." Freddie said and Jason looked at him.
"Shut up." Jason said.
"Hey do you still down apple juice like it's beer?" Freddie asked.
"No. I remember once I was downing my apple juice at school, I almost got suspened because they, 'couldn't tell if it was apple juice or beer.'" Jason said using air quotes and he looked at his fingers confused. "And why am I using air quotes?"
"I don't know brah." Freddie said.
"Seriously, why am I- Did you just call me brah?" Jason said confused.
"You're so tense, you need to relax" Freddie said.
"Are you trying to hyponitize me?" Jason said.
"No bro." Freddie said.
"Did you just call me bro?" Jason said. "Seriously. What the hell are you doing?"
"You're so tense. Jumpy. I mean this morning I tapped your shoulder to ask you a question and all of a sudden you jumped up flinging your arms around like in those cartoons where something falls on a person and they're arms go crazy." Freddie said. "Like this." The oldest boy started flinging his arms around and the youngest looked at him. Freddie stopped. "I mean you're acting like someone is after you because you caught someone doing something they shouldn't. Like you caught a five year old doing shots."
"You're obssessed with shots now aren't you?" Jason said and moved his brown hair out of his eyes. "I really hate my hair." Freddie and Jason walked back into the studio. Carly and Sam stood up from their beanbag chairs.
"Me and Sam were talking when we suggested that you seek help for cutting yourself." Carly said.
"Again. I went through two years of going through that, I don't need that again. They thought I needed to find a 'healther way of letting out my pain.'" Freddie said and did air qoutes. Freddie turned to his brother. "You got me doing air quotes." Jason smiled.
"Well." Carly said.
"This is why my mom won't let me near scissors. She thinks I will reopen a scar or something." Freddie said and Jason sat down on a purple beanbag chair thinking it's black. "You know that's purple right?"
"Does it look like I care?" Jason asked.
"No." Carly said.
"Then I don't care." Jason said and leaned back on the beanbag chair. Jason pulled his backpack on his lap and started to look throw it. Sam and Carly looked at Freddie.
"He's hard to control sometimes. He's fun to hang out. Me and Jason always get into trouble." Freddie said and looked at Jason who somehow fell asleep. "And he's asleep."
"You better put him on the couch." Carly said and Freddie sighed. Freddie picked up his little brother and flung him over his shoulder.
"Owe." Jason mumbled and Freddie picked up Jason's backpack. Freddie left and soon put Jason on the couch. Freddie looked at Jason and his litte brother opened his eyes a little. "Hey."
"What?" Freddie asked.
"Do you really want to know how Dad died?" Jason asked.
"Yeah." Freddie said.
"I'm not telling." Jason said and Freddie shrugged.
"Do you mind writing it down for me?" Freddie asked.
"No. Nice try. I respect that." Jason said and his older brother shrugged.
"Why are you sleeping?" The teen asked and the pre-teen shrugged.
"Tired I guess." The pre-teen said and stood up. Jason grabbed his backpack. "Going home." Jason left and Freddie shrugged.
"Freddie get up here!" Carly yelled and Freddie sighed annoyed.
"I'm coming!" Freddie yelled back and went up the stairs.
A/N: Sorry for the sucky ending. Also sorry for the filler chapters. Jason was eight when Freddie was cutting himself. I will soon put an OC in there that will become important to Jason's color blindness.
