I wanted to do a flashback, a lighter one. Lucy, I might have wrotten it wrong, it's Cindybaby11, I can add you tho, I'm not following anyone lol. I'm such a mess with stuff like that, I'll give it a try. I have to warn everyone tho that I'm not writing anything interesting since I'm pretty boring, just status updates to my stories and stuff like that. Anyway, as usual, I don't own four brothers.

"Honey I'm sorry, I know you had plans but can you make dinner for Jack and the rest? I'd ask Angel but he's been so sad since Sofi broke up with him. I think he needs a break. Maybe you can come up with something that improves his mood?"

Yeah cause I'm such a ball of joy myself, Bobby thought and rolled his eyes, glad that his mother couldn't see him through the phone. "Sure Ma"

"Don't roll your eyes at me Bobby Mercer".

He chuckled. "Sorry Ma. Course I'll take care if the little fairy and the... eh bigger one"

"Bobby..."

"Gotta go Ma, love ya"

His mother murmured her reply before hanging up. Bobby sighed and opened a cupboard to see what was in there. Next the fridge. After staring inside for a minute he closed it with a bang, and almost jumped when he saw Jack. The kid had been standing behind the door, only visible after Bobby closed it. "Jesus kid, you scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry" Jack mumbled, looking up at him with his big blue eyes.

"It's okay" Bobby held a hand to his heart "Just... try to make a little more noise will ya"

"What's wrong with Angel?" Jack asked, taking a seat at the table.

Bobby chuckled. "Why do you think something's wrong with him?"

Jack shrugged and furrowed his brow. "He's talking to himself, and listens to weird music"

Bobby raised an eyebrow at that. Sure he felt for his brother, but he knew that La Vida Loca would soon remember her strange obsession with his brother and come bursting through the door in a fit of tears and wails, so he held off on the symphaty for now, but all things that could later be used against his brother could come in handy. It was afterall his job to pick on them. Besides he just wanted to know. "What kind of weird music?"

Jack looked down and then up, like he was embarrased to even know the name of the artist. He probably was, Bobby mused. His youngest brother had already developed a pretty special taste for punk music, and nothing else was good according to him. He met Bobby's amused gaze and leaned forward, motioning that Bobby do the same. He did and Jack whispered, like it was the weirdest thing he'd ever heard. "Celine Dion".

Bobby let out a bark of laughter so loud that Jack jumped high in his seat. "Really? Celine Dion?"

Jack nodded, looking like someone had told him that the grass was blue instead of green. Or that one of his brothers was a closet fairy. Not far from the truth Bobby snickered.

"What song?" He caught himself before he almost giggled. Oh this was too good...

Jack scoffed, a disgusted look on his face. "It's all coming back to me now" This time he was prepared for the loud laughter and didn't even blink.

Bobby held his stomach, oh Angel, he snickered, you pansy ass whipped boy. He got up to pour himself a cup of coffee and a glass of juice for Jack and sat down at the table. "How do you know that song little fairy?" He grinned as Jack glared at him.

"He's been playing it the whole day and" He stopped and Bobby leaned forward, eager for more dirt.

"What? Come on Jack tell me"

Jack shrugged. He felt kind of bad telling Bobby this, but he was a bit mad at Angel since he refused to stop playing that shitty music even though Jack asked him nicely to turn it off. "He sings along".

Bobby laughed "Figures. Angel always were a sap. Don't fear Jackie-O, you still have me to look up to".

Jack rolled his eyes even though it was true. "What are you gonna do?" He asked, fixing Bobby with a pleading look, begging him to stop the horrifying concert going on upstairs.

Bobby sighed. "I don't know Jackie. Sofi dumped him, thank God, unfortunately she'll soon come crawling back. Until then we'll just have to break his CD player I guess".

Jack nodded. It wasn't very nice, but neither was Celine Dion all night. "Where's Ma?"

"She's working late, I'm gonna watch you"

Jack frowned. "Who's gonna make dinner?"

"I am"

Jack didn't say anything just stared at him silently.

Bobby huffed "Shut up"

"I didn't say anything" Jack defended himself.

"When did you get so cocky kid" Bobby shook his head. "Anyway, let's see what we can do about our brother and Celine".

They got up and trudged up the stairs, Jack following Bobby closely. "Where's Jerry?" Jack asked.

"Out being a pussy"

"He with Camille?" Jack asked, stumbling on one of the steps making Bobby grab a hold of him.

"You need to start watching those long legs kiddo, I don't want to find you at the bottom of the stairs one morning. Yeah" They continued up "he's with Camille".

"Lame" Jack commented.

"Damn straight"

When they got to Angel's room Bobby opened it without knocking and entered, Jack close behind him. They found Angel on his bed, not dressed and holding a pillow close, humming to that god awful song Jack had mentioned. Bobby stared at him in disgust. "Get up".

Angel didn't answer, prompting Bobby to reach down and grip the comforter in both hands and tugging hard, causing Angel to fall of the bed and land in a heap on the floor. Jack crossed the room and turned the CD off, a grim look on his face matching Bobby's.

"We're intervening you" Jack stated.

"What?" Angel looked at him in confusion and Bobby rolled his eyes.

"He means it's an intervention".

"What the hell did I do?" Angel sat up and glared at them.

"You've been moping around here all day, being a pussy and you've tortured Jack by listening to that shit and singing" Bobby informed him.

"It's cruel" Jack stated.

Angel sighed and hung his head, causing his brothers to feel a bit sorry for him.

"Look Ang, I get that your sad an all, but Loca is gonna come back. How do I know this you ask? Cause I'm Bobby Mercer and that's just my luck. So relax, we'll probably hear her screeching any minute".

"I guess" Angel mumbled. He looked over at Jack. "Sorry Jack"

"It's okay" Jack told him, a serious look on his face.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Bobby asked.

"Sure" Angel got up.

"What's for dinner?" Jack asked.

"Pizza".

Ah the lighter days :)