Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Some cursing and darker themes. Short. My grammar bad.
Please Read: Probably won't be updated often. The thought process for this fanfiction is random. But it does come. Focus now on trying to update more of my fanfiction.
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No Messes
(They Still Happen)
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A family is a hard thing to define.
Whether by blood or by title a family is a group of people who come together in times of happiness and grief, who comfort and hold each other—they're also the kind of people that make you wonder about yourself.
Take for example, Alfred.
He still hasn't caught on to the ensuing chaos that Francis and Arthur are having over him because he's too busy taking pictures. That's right pictures. Arthur and Francis Williams-Jones are fighting using watercolors and getting the mess everywhere! Including on the ceiling.
How?
He didn't know.
Nor did he want to know how all eight pairs of his hockey shoes managed to glue themselves to the ceilings.
"Hey Matt how does this look?" His brother asked catching his attention.
Matthew blinked out of his thoughts and misery over the living room floor and turned to his brother, hoping his twin had good news.
He didn't.
He was drawing faces on the oranges.
Mathew groaned.
He was going to murder his brother one of these days.