James sat lazily on the couch flipping through his billions of television channels. He shrugged and sighed every now and then, but made no further movement to show he was actually paying attention to anything on screen.
Honestly, he wasn't. Marcus had left two weeks ago to go on some dumb ass cruise with his parents and James was starting to have withdrawals, as he liked to call them.
"You can't tell me there's nothing on."
James's heart stopped. He turned around quickly with a big smile on his face, only to practically fly off the couch and rip his sister's throat out.
"That's not funny Isabelle." He crossed his arms over his chest and let out a short; stubborn sigh.
"So that means my Marcus impression is coming along nicely then?" she said, stepping up behind the couch and throwing her arms around her brother's neck.
"You'll never do it right. It'll never be perfect."
"Are you pouting?" Isabelle snickered in his ear. James turned and hit her on the head with a pillow.
"Leave me alone!"
"James and Marcus sitting in a tree…" Isabelle pressed her lips to her brother's cheek. James easily slew over the couch and pinned her to the floor, hitting her mercilessly with the pillow again.
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G…"
"Shut up, Isabelle, unless you want me to rip your throat out for real." James hit her face again, sending tiny pieces of cotton flying.
"Ow! That was me, damn it." Isabelle grabbed for James's pillow, shoving it back up at him. James flew back and fell on the floor. They both laid there for a while, breathing heavily, before they heard the adorable giggling coming from the entryway to the living room. James shot up and looked over to see Marcus. However, Marcus hadn't stopped laughing yet and was doubled over in it, his hands on his knees, his bag falling off his shoulder.
James smiled. Marcus was insanely girly sometimes, but those were the cutest moments to James. Those, and when he looks so small and venerable.
"Marcus…" James said softly, slowly standing up. He glanced back at his sister who was smiling quietly at Marcus.
"Marcus." James said a bit louder, his voice laced with love. Marcus stopped laughing immediately and straightened up, looking back at James. James smiled and held his arms out; he'd been waiting to do this for two weeks. Marcus smiled back and rushed into James's arms, wrapping his own tightly around James's neck.
James hugged him back, lifting him from the ground slightly. Marcus laughed as James spun them in a small circle.
"I've missed you so much." He kissed Marcus's cheek softly, letting his lips liger on the fair skin. It was so warm.
"I missed you so much more." Marcus turned his head and pressed his lips softly to James's.
A barely audible 'aww' escaped Isabelle's lips. And she slowly got up and retreated back to her room. As for Marcus and James they just stood there, holding on to each other as if their lives depended on it.