Charles (Or Chuck) snuck back into the house, he could hear his mother in the kitchen but he wasn't sure where Brent was. He snuck down the stairs and into the basement locking the door behind him, "Chuck?"
Crud!
He wiped his eyes desperately trying to look cool and nonchalant, "What?" He called his voice wavering slightly. Brent's (crust less) sandwich shaped head came into view, "Chuck?" He asked again looking at his younger brother with worry, "Are you alright?"
Chuck decided it best to turn around and walk away but Brent wouldn't have it, "What happened?"
Chuck cringed as tears fell down his round face again, "Nothing!"
He loved his brother, but why couldn't he just leave him alone? Chuck turned and walked all the way down the stairs wishing he could make a dive for his bed, "What happened?" Brent asked again only this time it was in a fatherly tone, something Chuck wasn't used to. "Jimmy Binn, made fun of my sandwich head!" He said quietly, "Oh…" Brent muttered knowing what his brother was going through, "Why me?" Chuck cried, "They don't make fun of Sammy Sub, because he's soo cool!"
The elder Sandwich making Guy nodded his head, "You can't let it get to you," He said sitting down on the sofa grabbing his knees, "People… People are cruel, but we just have to ignore it. And someday we'll meet people who want to get to know us."
The younger brother smiled slightly wiping his eyes, "Thanks Brent," he muttered, "Any time."
The two hugged tightly before the younger pulled out, "Hey, wanna split a sandwich?" He asked excitedly, "Yeah, but I don't want any crusts on my half!" Brent smiled, "How should we cut it?" Chuck continued, "Diagonally!" The both shouted before bursting into laughter.