Author's Note: I know. It's been forever. But I was out of state and then I was working so…here's the next chapter.

The Bridges We Burn

Chapter Seven: Chinese Food

Jack came home from the store with milk after nearly two hours. By this time Bobby was having what Jack would call a 'hissy fit' because he really wanted to pick up his damn car from the airport before it got towed. Of course, he couldn't do that without having someone to drive him there, and though Jerry was willing to let him borrow his car (after many jokes), Jerry was too busy to actually take him up there. Something about he and his wife's seventh anniversary or something. Bobby didn't think he could ever be with a woman that long.

"It's about fucking time," Bobby muttered when he heard Jack's house key unlock the door. Bobby instantly jumped on his case about it taking so damn long, while Jaime help put the groceries away.

"I thought you were buying milk, not Thanksgiving for the starving kids in Africa," Bobby said, gesturing towards the four bags of slim jims, cheesy puffs, yogurt raisins, fruit roll-ups, and chocolate-chip ice cream. Bobby eyed the yogurt raisins critically.

"Is this what you hippies eat nowadays? That's disgusting Jack, really," Bobby stated, as if it were a well-known fact. Jack shrugged.

"Not all of us like to eat shit all the time, Bobby. I mean, some of us actually care about our health," Jack answered. Jaime scoffed, picking up the cheesy puffs and fruit roll-ups.

"And I guess these are apart of a balanced diet?" Jaime asked, continuing the Jaime-and-Bobby-making-fun-of-Jack-time. Jack snatched the cheesy puffs away from Jaime, unscrewed the lid, and popped in a handful.

"These have cheese in them. Cheese is dairy," Jack explained with his mouth full. "And those are fruit flavored, which has to count for something." Bobby and Jaime exchanged glances, conveniently missing Jack's own smug look of accomplishment.

"Enough of this health talk. I need to pick up my car from the airport. Jerry said we could use his car, so you'll have to drive it home," Bobby changed subjects. Jack nodded in understanding.

"Oh, so that's why Jerry's car was in our driveway. I thought his wife kicked him out," Jack said offhandedly. Bobby opened his mouth to answer, but then decided not to dignify that statement with a response.

"Can we just go get the car already?" Bobby snapped irritably. Jack gave Jaime a 'look' that Jaime obviously knew.

"Someone's in a bad mood," Jack observed, making his way out of the kitchen and into the living room where he flopped down face first on the couch. Bobby sighed dramatically.

"What is he doing?" He asked Jaime, but left before he could get a response. "Jack, what are you doing? Let's go!" His only answer was Jack mumbling into the couch pillows. Bobby fixed his best 'I mean it' glare that would always have Jack jumping to obey his commands when he was younger. Unfortunately for him, the look was lost on Jack, whose face was buried into the couch.

"Jack, I mean it. I need to go pick up my car," Bobby said with exasperation.

"I dun wanna go pick up your car Bobby. Wanna sleep. 'M tired," Jack mumbled without moving. For the love of God, Bobby thought, why did I get stuck with this as a brother? Bobby leaned down, grabbed Jack from under his arms, and dragged him off the couch. Jack just laid limply, making Bobby's job even harder. Jaime, the traitorous kid, was laughing his head off in the kitchen.

"You know, you could help me here," Bobby grit, still trying to drag his not-so-little little brother behind him. Jaime hopped of the counter and grabbed the keys to Jerry's car.

"Alright, I'll drive," He said, slamming the door behind him. Bobby growled.

It was going to be a long day.

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"What are you doing? You just cut that guy off!" Jaime exclaimed, looking over his shoulder at the now very pissed off back jeep. Bobby couldn't help but smirk as he watched Jaime pull his seatbelt tighter.

"Ah, well, he'll get over it," Bobby answered lackadaisically. Jack lifted his head up from the back seat where he was lying on his back with his feat against the window.

"Nah uh," Jack countered, "That's a she Bobby. Women don't get over things very easily." Jack informed him. Bobby laughed. Tell me about it, he thought.

"God I didn't know the airport was so fucking far away," Bobby cursed. When he saw Sabrina again he going to make her pay for the gas he was wasting to pick up his car nearly and hour away. Bobby quickly sped through a red light, ignoring the honking horns aimed his way.

"I'm hungry. Can we eat?" Jack asked from the backseat. Bobby look at him incredulously through the review mirror.

"Jesus Jack, you're always fucking hungry. You just ate those disgusting cheesy balls or whatever they are not forty minutes ago!" Bobby exclaimed.

"I'm hungry too," Jaime added, both of them staring at him expectantly. Bobby finally spotted the airport and made sure to look out for his car.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" Bobby asked when neither of the two boys looked away. Jack sat up, combing out his messy hair with his hands.

"Cause we want to eat. And you're driving," Jack answered. "Please Bobby. I'm sure there's like- a Chinese restaurant around here. You love Chinese." Bobby looked from Jack to Jaime and sighed, giving in.

"Fine. But we pick up the car the first and you have to drive it home," Bobby answered, looking at Jack pointedly. Jack held his hands up in surrender, and Jaime gave Bobby a knowing look.

"You know, if we do eat Chinese…" Jaime started, reminding Bobby of their earlier conversation. Bobby laughed when he caught on, the confused look on Jack's face making it all the better.

"There will probably be Asians," Bobby finished. Jack leaned back on the seat, glaring at the other two guys in the car.

"Well, probably. It is a Chinese restaurant," Jack stated dryly, having an idea of where the conversation was going. It was only one time and Jaime would never let him live it down!

"You know Jack, some of them may even be single guys. You never know," Bobby taunted, not bothering to hide his amusement.

"Fuck you guys," Jack said with annoyance. Bobby laughed and parked Jerry's vehicle once he finally located his car. So maybe the day wasn't going to be so bad after all. He had finally found his car, and he had managed to piss his little brother all in good time.

Not to mention, he really did like Chinese food.