Chapter 2:

The two boys made there way down the stairs. The doorbell rang again as the boys walked down the hallway.

"WE"RE COMIN!!! Jesus H. Christ! Just wait another MINUTE! Really Jeeze!" Spot yelled. Then he burst into laughter at the site of Race covering his ears and ducking from earshot.

"Goddamn it Spot! Why the fuck do you always end up yellin' when I'm standin right next to you!?" Race yelled right in Spot's ear to make his point.

"Ok. I get it, just stop!" Spot yelled as he opened the door.

"Now is that 'ny way to greet your cousin Spottie?" A tall slim figure was standing in the doorway. He looked nothing like Spot. Spot was short, had blue eyes and light brownish, blonde hair. His cousin was tall, had brown eyes, and darker hair.

"What are youse doin heah Jack?" Spot asked angrily, glaring at Jack.

"What's the matter wid you?"

"Are you really that fucked up in the head? You stayed heah for over seven years! I thought you were my friend! But you fuckin' left wid out even sayin goodbye! No one fuckin wants you heah! Leave or I'm callin the cops!" Spot never got that pissed off at someone before now.

"Where the fuck am I s'posed to go! Ma kicked me out! I s'posed to go live under a fucking bridge! Fuck you Conlon!" Jack yelled. Jack punched Spot across the face. Before Spot could react Race already punched Jack in the face, kneed him in the stomach, and elbowed him in the back.

"Don't EVER fucking touch Spot again!" Race yelled wiping his knuckles on his shirt. And with that Race slammed the door and locked it. "You ok?" He asked turning his attention to Spot.

"I was 'til you hit him. I could have fought him back myself. This isn't the first time his ma kicked him out and he came crawlin back ova heah." Spot tried to sound angry but it didn't work. He was thankful Race did help him. Last time Spot tried to fight Jack, Jack broke Spot's nose with the first punch and then walked away.

"So you would rather next time he comes to hit you, let him, and then do nothin?"

Spot mumbled a response

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Race knew that Spot said no, because he knew Spot so well.

'No… Thank ya for helpin me." Spot mumbled, this time Race heard him.

"Thought so." Race said blankly, trying to mask his victory over Spot.

"Fuck you." Spot answered with a smirk.

"You offerin?" Race said smiling.

"Maybe…" and with that they made their way up the steps to Spots room.

(A/N: You can make up what you want them to do. I'm not good at that part.)