This story has spoilers for 'What's Changed', but they only start abooooout, now.

"What did you think you were doing?" Axel asked sternly.

"What do you mean?" I asked hurrying alongside him.

When Axel was mad, he always strode along extremely quickly and I had to run to catch up.

"I mean hanging around with that guttersnipe."

Usually, I would have made fun of him for copying one of Mum's phrases, but right then, I didn't feel like laughing.

"He is not a guttersnipe," I snapped. "He's a poor homeless kid and he needed some company."

"Where'd you meet him?"

"In the shop."

"Nicking things I suppose. So he's a thief."

"So what? I told you, he's on the streets, he can't afford to do anything else."

"Where are his parents? Dead?"

"No, they're…away."

"In jail I suppose, just like their son should be."

Suddenly, I snapped.

"Look, he can't help it if he'd Constantine's son! He's just a kid, cut him some slack already!"

There was a silence.

"He's Constantine's son?"

Oops.

"Not Constantine, the one that kidnapped Dad, and nearly killed Mum?!"

I shrugged.

"Jas, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, it's not like its Constantine himself, it's just his son. Why does it matter?"

I grinned at the fact that I had picked up Topaz's catchphrase.

"Wipe that smirk off your face!" Axel demanded sounding about seventy. "What is Dad going to say?"

I shivered, that was a point. Dad would most likely flip his nut well not if I could help it.

I seized Axel by his t-shirt.

"Dad's not going to say anything, because you're under no circumstances going to tell him," I snapped. "Understand?"

"You can't threaten me! I'm four years older than you!"

"So? Am I supposed to look up to you? Do whatever you say?"

"Yes! I'm your older brother!"

"You don't act like it! You're acting like a blooming prison guard, now leave me alone!"

"No way! You'll do what I say now, or else!"

"Alright, I'll do what you say…if you can beat me at a fist-fight!"

"What?"

"Come on tough guy! Fight me!"

I (quite literally because I'm a frog) hopped around with my fists up, insistent on settling everything violently.

"No, I don't do that sort of thing," Axel said firmly.

"Wimp!" I yelled after him. "You're such a wuss; you couldn't even keep up enough of a fight to stop your precious girlfriend being taken away!"

I was aware that I'd taken it too far, but before I could apologise, Axel punched me so hard in the eye, that my head started reeling.

"You say one more thing about Sapphire, and I swear I'll knock your block off."

"Well, you don't treat Topaz like he's dirt!"

"He is dirt."

So I hit him back. I hit him again and again.

Soon, Axel's nose was bleeding, his shirt was ripped, and he had bruises around his neck and on his chin. (I wasn't tall enough to reach his face)

I had a black eye where he had socked me one, my lip was bleeding, and I thought my arm might have been too.

I'd picked a bad opponent. Axel had Mum's brute strength, and easily bashed me up. It was obvious who'd won.

Still, the fight wasn't over yet. As Axel shoved me against a wall by my wrists, I wriggled hard to get one hand free. Meanwhile, I kicked him hard on the shins several times.

I didn't realise which wall we were against, until I heard a distant shouting. The shouting sounded familiar, and after Axel looked up to see who it was, he got off me sharpish, looking guilty.

"Hey, Jasmine! Axel! What are you two doing?"

It was Uncle Fozzie.

Uncle Fozzie wasn't my real uncle; he was just my dad's best friend. Hence why Axel didn't call him uncle, he didn't go a bundle on the whole 'Muppets are family' thing.

Uncle Fozzie looked threatening because he was a bear, but in actuality, he was about as un-scary as you can get. Still, I looked down at the ground sheepishly, because I knew he'd report our fight straight to Dad.

"Have you two been fighting?" Uncle Fozzie asked.

"No," Axel said wiping his nose and smearing blood all over his hand.

"Yuck," I said.

"You're not exactly a pretty sight either," Axel retorted.

"And who's that thanks to?" I replied.

So we were back to bickering. Poor Uncle Fozzie was ignored completely, as Axel and I continued to yell at each other.

"You're not going to tell Dad a word about what happened, until I tell him why I gave you a black eye," Axel declared.

"That's not all you're going to tell him, is it?" I roared. "If you breathe a word about Topaz to anyone, you're dead."

"It's not me who will be dead if you continue to keep seeing that disgusting street urchin."

"HE'S NOT A STREET URCHIN!"

Axel knew he'd said enough. He slowly walked away into the Theatre.

"Fine!" I yelled. "Go! See if I care! But the next time I see you, you're dead!"

It was pointless, whether Axel could hear me or not didn't change the fact that he wasn't listening.

He was going to tell Dad.

I was done for.