hey, i'm back!
So, explanation. Antonio (the real one) is Portugal. Alejandro(though at this time i refer to him as Atondro) is Spain. the names kinda got switched. they are twins (although i have to many of those) and Portugal is older. their parents go by the names of Maria and Romalo (weird name, i know) and own a car dealership. and not one of those crappy car dealerships. this is the legit, new car place. expensive new car place. They are rich (so, not, like, millionaire style, but plenty of money to go around buying flat screen t.v.'s for every room in their house including the 5 bathrooms) and are highly successful. of course, i'm mainly saying this so that you don't think that the 'family business' is mafia stuff. that's the 'father business'. because everyone needs a mafia. but, anyways, so, Antonio and Alejandro were best friends at one time, and then towards high school this... thing kinda happened.
Anyways, this chapter mainly focuses on Atondro, and kinda repeats some of the stuff i just said. anyways! enjoy!
Antonio, that was his name. His name was Antonio, damn it! No matter what his mind said, his fucking name was Antonio. No it's not, a little voice said, threading its way into his thoughts, it's alej- that's not my fucking name! God, Alejandro this, Alejandro that. All his mind said was about Alejandro: Alejandro wouldn't lie about anything, Alejandro wouldn't steal that food from the community garden, and Alejandro would have given his change to those homeless people on the street. Well, Alejandro didn't exist anymore. Antonio still existed. Antonio existed in two parts. He was technically the better part, no matter how many tomatoes he stole from the garden, no many how many secrets he kept. No, Alejandro no longer existed to him, but Antonio did, Antonio existed to him very much.
He smiled at the memory Alejandro had left with him.
*flashback*
Alejandro smiled at Antonio, holding his hand as they walked through the store. The two were the same age, although if you wanted technicalities, they would tell you that Antonio was older, if only by 5 minutes. Their mother and father were walking ahead of them, quietly discussing the family business.
*flash back end*
He and his brother had gotten along so well, when had they changed? When did they change enough for it to end up like it did?
*flashback*
Alejandro was staring through the crack in the door. Lately his parents and Antonio had been having conversations a lot. His brother was always cold to him after words, and he just wanted to know what was happening. His mother opened her mouth:
"Antonio... I know you don't like school, but couldn't you at least try..."
"To what, get better grades?" Antonio asked, looking annoyed.
"Son..." His father said warningly.
"To get better grades, to be more like Alejandro?" Antonio continued.
"No, not at all!" His mother started. "Well... You don't like school, what about sports?"
"Sports? Really?" Antonio said, looking unimpressed.
"Forget it María, if he doesn't want to be even considered for the will, let him be. It's not like he'll get into a collage anyways," his father said, turning away, "at least not one as good as Alejandro."
Those words seemed to slap him in the face, and Alejandro cringed at them. He noticed the certain way his brother's hands were clenching.
"Alejandro, Alejandro, is he your only son? Am I not your first born? Why is he so much better than me?" Antonio asked, rage evident in his voice. Antonio stomped out of the room, heading over to the door Alejandro hid behind. Alejandro, backed up, and clung to the wall when Antonio burst through the door. Antonio stared at him, before running off to their room. Alejandro glanced at his parents.
"What are you thinking?" He yelled. "I'm so much better than him? What the fuck! He is just as much your son for you to be proud of as I am."
Alejandro ran after Antonio, he needed to apologize for his asshole parents.
Did you like it? yeah, maybe i'll update again later today. hope you enjoyed this chapter about Atondro, review!