I stared at my boss from my position standing in front of Dillon.

"So, you wish to join this circus because your little brother's in it?" He asked.

Dillon nodded and responded with, "T'at's correct sir."

"And what would your name be?" The boss asked.

"Blaine Mac Cathmhaoil," Dillon said.

The boss was writing some stuff down.

"Are you sure you're not his father? You do seem the appropriate age for it."

Dillon nodded.

"Yes I'm sure. Why would a 25 year old be t'e parent o' a 14 year old?"

That set my boss off guard.

"Good question."

I heard Dillon's phone go off, signaling he'd received a message, and knowing that there should be no distractions, I took his phone.

What Dillon didn't know is that I know the password on his phone.

I typed in potatofamine and got into the phone.

As they were talking, I looked through Dillon's messages and saw what he's been talking about and who he'd been talking to.

It was then that I came across a text group between Dillon, Howell, Arthur, and Allistor.

There was an unread message in the group.

Curious, I went to the group and saw that Arthur had sent a video along with a message saying: Caught this at the circus earlier and thought you guys would want it.

After a while, they were done talking.

"Well, Blaine. You got the job."

Dillon smiled, nodded, and said, "T'ank you sir."

Looking at Dillon, I poked his abdomen.

He looked down at me.

"Yes?"

It was then that I showed him the message on his phone.

Of course, he was confused as how I got into his phone but read the message nonetheless.

Curious, he touched the video and it started playing.

The video was of when we were in Belfast and I was singing and dancing to the song "When I'm Gone" by 3 Doors Down.

Not to mention, my, er, our boss came to stand by Dillon and watch the video with us.

"That was from earlier today," He said.

I nodded at that for it was true.

When the song was over, I handed Dillon his phone, to which he took it and gave me a look.

"How did ye know me password?" He asked me.

"No one knows me password."

I raised an eyebrow.

"We're from t'e one 'n only potato country out t'ere 'n we jes so happen tae be standin' in t'e country itself," I responded.

Dillon stared at me like I was crazy.

"Fair enough reason," He said.

I smiled at that and latched myself to my big brother.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me.

This made me smile more.

It was nice being hugged by Dillon…

Not to mention the first time ever.

After a moment, we let go and everyone packed up their things for we're on the road again.

In the truck, I showed Dillon around.

He was amazed with what all is in the truck.

Karaoke games, television, game consoles, bunk beds, you name it.

I ended the tour with where my room is.

"'N t'is is where I'm stayin," I said and opened the door that led to my room.

His eyes widened and jaw dropped at what he saw.

My room is pretty big and I've even got a king sized bed.

"T'ere's no ot'er room fer ye to stay so looks like ye'll be stayin' wit' me," I told him.

Dillon shrugged it off.

"No worries. I could get used ta t'is."

We did some more shows and when it got dark, we found a parking spot and stayed there for the night.

I poked my head out of the bathroom before brushing my teeth and had to cover my mouth and nose so I didn't get a nosebleed and pulled my head back in.

It's not that there was a bad smell or anything; it's just that I'd seen Dillon without his shirt on.

After closing the door, I huddled into a corner and curled up.

Why am I doing this?

Is there something wrong with me?

No; there couldn't be.

Last I checked, I didn't find myself falling this hard for someone of the same sex as me.

There was a knock at the door.

"Are ye in t'ere brot'er?" Dillon called.

Oh shite… I repeatedly thought as I felt something drip from my nose.

Why must my mind hear his voice in a sexy manner?

Uncovering my mouth and nose, I looked at my hand to find red.

Speaking in a slightly shaky voice, I responded with, "Yeah. I am."

"Ye alrig't in t'ere? Ye sound a bit shaky."

"I t'ink t'ere mig't be somet'in' wrong wit' me," I told him.

It was then that the door opened and I saw Dillon look at me.

Unfortunately, the situation didn't help and my nose started bleeding at a faster pace.

My brother got some tissues, came over to me, knelt down, stuffed them up my nose, and tilted my head slightly back.

"What's wrong wit' ye bro?" He asked me.

"Fer t'e longest o' time I t'oug't I was into females, but when I saw ye wit'out a shirt on…"

I didn't finish the sentence for I felt he'd know what I meant.

"Oh, yeah. I know what yer sayin'. Ye t'oug't ye were straig't but found ta be gay."

I looked at him like he was crazy, but then again, he's not the one in love with his brother.

For all I know, he could be but would rather not say so.

"When yer nose isn't bleedin', brush yer teeth 'n' go ta bed," He told me.

"Yes big brot'er," I said before he left.

All this and I have no idea if he feels the same way about me.

Sometime later, my nose had stopped bleeding so I brushed my teeth and when I finished, I went and climbed in bed.

Not shortly after, the lights were off and someone climbed into bed with me.

I'd assumed it was Dillon because he was the one sharing the room with me now.

That and I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

A hum escaped me when the arms found their way around me.

That morning, when I woke up, I looked over at Dillon and saw him still sleeping.

His arms were still around me as well.

I noticed that he was sweating and that his face was a pinkish color.

Curious, I placed a hand on his forehead.

Sure enough, it felt like he was burning up.

"Big brot'er," I said and gently shook him to try and wake him.

He groaned lightly and opened his eyes blearily.

"What is it?" He asked, voice somewhat hoarse.

"Ye feeling alrig't?" I asked.

Another groan before he responded.

"N-nae."

When I tried to sit up, he pulled me back down.

"Come on Dillon. I ha'e ta go tell our boss about yer condition," I told him.

Sighing, he let go of me and I got out of bed to make my way to where the boss is.

I knocked on his door and waited for a response.

The door opened to reveal the twenty year old male wearing yellow jeans, a pink tank top, and a red jacket tied around his waist.

His long, black hair was pulled into twin pigtails that were hanging over his shoulders.

"Yeah? What's up?" He asked in his usual American accent.

A sigh escaped me before I spoke.

"I don' t'ink me brother can go on wit' me. He has a fever," I told.

Brown eyes softened as they stared down at me.

"Go take care of your brother. We'll just have to tell the people that you two won't be on until tomorrow."

"Yes Marissa," I said and nodded, going off and told Dillon about what was said.

Yeah, Marissa is the name our boss wants to go by because he actually wants to be a female.

Throughout the course of the day, I took care of Dillon and got him what he asked of me.

By the next day, he was just fine and we were able to go back out there and do our act again.