hi! please do not take miley comments offemsively it's just in the spirit of funny writing!

1:54 P.M


"Everyone in the car! I'm driving!"

What the hell is Jason talking about and where the hell are we going?

I repeated my question after taking out my iPod headphones and rolling over on the bed.

"The movies! Now let's go."

Sheesh, pushy PMS-er.

2:00 PM

"What are we going to see?" Shane asked, sounding incredibly bored from the passenger seat. Nate was playing on the PSP and Frankie was

bouncing up and down excitedly beside me.

"Bolt."

"WHAT?!" I yelped. "That has Miley Cyrus in it, Jason! I hate her!"

"Miley Cyrus?" Nate repeated, eyes wide.

I laughed quietly to myself. Nate had been in love with Miley until she'd admitted she was lesbian. Poor guy. Maybe that's why he started drinking.

2:30 PM

After the whole "I'm in charge and if I say we're going to go see 'Bolt' then we're going to see the damn movie 'Bolt'" episode, we climbed out of the car and bought tickets to the 2:45 showing.

"Jason, I want popcorn," Frankie said timidly, pulling on Jason's skinny jeans.

"Sure kid."

If I'd done that, he woulda kicked me.

2:45

I am bored.

2:50

GAH! This movie has no point!!!

3:15

Stupid pigeons. They are like, moronic. They'd get along perfectly with my brothers.

The leader is sort of funny, though.

4:00

Is it just me or did Miley upstage John Travolta in their song "I Though I Lost You"?

She did.

Poor Nate is just drinking in her voice like it was his favorite type of wine...or beer...or something. Rum, maybe. He likes rum a lot. My brother,

Nate Gray, the pirate.

I've never seen him so love struck…except at Hannah Montana's concert.

He was in the 500th row. I think you could have heard him swoon all the way to Florida…and the concert was in California!

Poor lesbian-loving boy.

4:01

Frankie's gone.

4:05

Still no Frankie. Jason ran into the men's room, Shane went for the arcade, Nate's checking outside the theater and I'm currently on my hands and knees crawling around the theater.

No Franklin Gray

.
4:10

Mom's calling Jason's cell phone!

4:10:34

"Answer it" Jason said shoving the phone in my face.

"Nuh uh..no way..You answer it," I said.

He pushed the answer button and put my ear next to the phone.

"Hey mom," I said uneasily, "Yeah we're fine, Jason took us to see a movie......Franklin is a great kid....You wanna talk to him!?.....uh...just hold on," I looked at Jason for some sort of help.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

Remind me..whenever Jason is in deep shit to just shrug me shoulders.

I placed the phone back up to my ear.

"Sorry mom, Franklin just ran off to the little boy's room...Yeah I'll him your regards...bye..love ya too," I flipped the phone close and looked at Jason.

"You. Owe. Me. Big," I said before stomping away to find Frankie.

4:17

I found Frankie.

He was sitting down at our seats.

"Where did you go," I asked.

"Free refills," he answered pointing to the bag of popcorn.

"I see," I said taking a seat next to him.

"Where is everybody else," Frankie asked.

"Pfft. Like I care."

4:20

Frankie's not in trouble. That's good.

The only thing is that now Nate says he has some plans for tonight.

This won't be pretty

4:45

"Jason! Just shut up! Seriously, go die or something!" Nate yelled from his bedroom door, slamming it shut.

Jason won't let Nate go to some party.

So Nate told him to die.

Okay, I may be mean to Jason sometimes but I would never tell him to 'go die or something'.

Crawl into a hole. Walk into a lion's cage. Jump in a river, maybe. But never go and die.

Poor Jase... he looks so hurt.

"Jason...Are you okay?" I asked.

Do I care?

This time, I actually do.

ONLY this time.

"I'm going to go get some air," he said shakily.

"You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna be fine," he said with a sniffle.

4:48

I trailed Jason as he walked out of the house and down the block.

And now he's sitting all alone on a park bench.

I'm behind the tree.

My phones ringing.

"Hello?"

"Where is he?"

Shane.

"At the park. We'll be home soon," I promise.

4:53

I made my way over to Jason.

"Jason?" I asked quietly.

"Go away. Go home," he growled, his face hidden behind his hair.

"Jason…" I said softly.

"I said go-oh h-home!"

And then I knew he was crying.

So I slid onto the bench and hugged the PMSer around the shoulders. He pulled me closer and hugged me back, shaking slightly.

"It's just so hard," he cried at one time. "I'm barely old enough to care for myself, let alone my two…now three younger brothers, my little sister, and at the same time go to work and get an education! Mom and Dad are never home…I can't remember the last Thanksgiving or even Christmas we've all spent together and I'm just…so…lost. And then you guys just hate me…"

"No, Jason, we don't," I tried to say but he cut me off with.

"Yes you do! I know you do. And it just hurts so much Lena 'cause I really do care! You think I want Shane to be a whore? Do think I like it when Nate comes home drunk or high or both?! I only bitch because I care!" And the sobs returned. "So hard…so hard, Lena…"

It felt a little awkward, letting my big brother sit there and cry onto my shoulder while people walked by and gave us curious looks. I gave them the death glare back and they hurried on.

Finally, Jason's sobs subdued to little sniffs and he looked up at me, his eyes red and puffy, his nose clogged and voice thick.

"Let's go home."

So we did.