Chapter 5 guys! Enjoy x

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He sat their staring at the TV screen, watching all the contestants try and qualify for the next Olympics. He had half expected Gordon to turn up, but due to his accident, he knew he wouldn't. He had won gold for the butterfly stroke the other year aged only 15, but was then involved in a hydrofoil accident which nearly killed him. I was close to killing him for scaring me. Thinking about it, all of the Tracy brothers had won something or had technically become famous; Alan was a famous racer, winning all sorts of medals and cups for it, Gordon AKA Torpedo Tracy had won a gold medal in last year's Olympics and had nearly been given a medal from the president, John had written a few books and he swore he found some of his text books in Denver, and Scott had- well, he had no idea what Scott was like, the only contact he had with his oldest brother was when he was shot down. He sighed, he hadn't done too badly himself, in fact he had quite a few pieces of music out in the world, even had his own art gallery somewhere in some part of Europe, and was known worldwide as an amazing composer.

Yep, definitely not too badly.

Getting up and stretching, Virgil took one look at the canvas in front of him and went over to pick up the paint. He had been watching a space program one night and decided to paint a picture of the moon and the stars and was going to sell it as soon as but something, a nagging feeling, made him keep hold of it.

As he painted, he began to lose focus and fell into his thoughts like he had many years ago in school. He remembered life had gotten better after that night. He never knew what happened to Scott and what made John change his attitude, in fact, he didn't really know anything 'cept everything got better. One night he had been leaving school with John when Scott had come up to them saying he had another detention meaning they had to look after the boys. He laughed at the memory.

"Come on Gordo, stop messing." Virgil whined as the carrot kept on pulling Virgil's hat off his head, "Give it back!"

"Nuhuhh! I want to see how your hair copes in this weather." It had been snowing really heavily meaning all public transport was off, making the boys have to walk the mile and a half home.

"Gordon!" Virgil yelled as the orange blur raced off down the street.

They had made it home in good time considering they finished school at 3:30 and usually taking about an hour to get back by walking, how had snow made it quicker? The boys, per usual, where messing around with Virgil while John attempted to read in the little free time he had before he had to sort dinner out. After too many times of jumping on the couch and the only brunette chasing the dash of copper, John decided it was time to sort everything out.

"Boys! Here now." All the boys came dashing into the kitchen and huddled around John as he explained what would happen.

"Right, you know how Scott gets all snappy if the place is a mess?" he waited for them to nod, "Well, that's not gonna happen." After a series of curious looks came his way, he continued, "We have roughly two hours or so 'til he gets back so what we need to do is prepare for dinner, clean up, do all our homework, get showers and be in bed for 8, okay?"

"But Johnny, we do that every night?!" The youngest added.

"I know Allie, but tonight is special."

"It is?"

"Yep. Tonight is a race, and whoever is the fastest gets sweets tomo-" that set them off. The three boys ran to different places in the kitchen, getting out all that they needed for supper, which apparently was already picked, and placed it neatly on the surface. They then ran into the living room and turning the TV off, began to do their homework, asking each other for help. Two hours later, dinner had been demolished ,except for Scott's of course, and the two youngest were busy getting ready for bed as John and Virgil done their last bit of cleaning in the kitchen.

"Well Virg, you best go up and get ready while I sort the terror twins out." John sighed, knowing it would be a while before the two settled down.

"Nahh, I'll help with the terrors, you know what they're like without Scott."

Gaining a smile from the platinum one, the two climbed up the stairs to get the 'kids' in bed. 30 minutes later, they were fast asleep in their beds, most likely dreaming about crazy things. John had decided to go up to his room to finish off the little amount of homework he had, whilst Virgil chilled downstairs, flicking through the channels on the TV before the smother hen came in from detention. It wasn't long before he did.

"Hey chick, why you still up?"

"Maybe cause its Friday and its only 8:30?"

"Alright, you done your homework?" Scott said, ruffling his brother's hair.

"Don't touch the hair! And yes. Yes I have." Scott just smirked and began to walk up the stairs when Virgil called out to him.

"Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Listen, the city hall is holding a music event for the local schools and our school has picked me to perform. Is there any chance you could possibly come?" he looked up smiling sweetly, as if to win his brother over.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

It was then, he realised, how much he meant to his oldest brother. It was actually quite a crazy thought given that they were brothers and that they would go through the thick and thin together. However, it was also the time when he realised how much he loved his older brother and, despite the fact he had promised not to be biased, that he was his favourite. It was funny how when he said he had lost contact with Scott, there would always be an anonymous text saying happy birthday on 15th August every year without fail, and even if there wasn't a name claiming it, he knew it was the family's flyboy. He wondered if he done that with the others? Nahh, he would do it with the others, they mean as much to him as I do. Although, secretly, he wished he was the special one. An annoying ringing tone came to his ears.

"Excuse me Sir; I'm afraid someone is endeavouring to contact you telephonically. Shall I tell them to fuck off?"

Gordon.

"What's up Gordo?"

"You heard from dad?" speaking of their father, Virgil had heard from him- something important he said.

"Yeah, are you going?" Gordon's end was quiet for a while.

"The others are going. Scott and John are already there I think." That was why. Gordon had found out about the three oldest keeping in contact and had, understandably, thrown a fit when he had.

"So it's a go?"

"Yep."

"In that case, I guess I should be over ASAP, I'm off in a few days. Denver has an opening weekend so all lectures are off for the long weekend."

"Well, I have just booked a flight."

"Gords-"

"Sorry Virg, I have to go, gotta catch a plane. Bye." And the line went dead.

"Well, better tell John." He muttered to himself. He picked up his phone and sent a message.

To: Starky

The Fish is flying.

Time to find out what this is all about.