Okay so I'm very excited about this one. No one asked for it, but I wrote it anyway because this idea came into my brain and I loved it. I'm not gonna give away anything, but I hope this one hooks you guys in!

Also, as I get further into this one, I will be taking suggestions for a new title. I'm not sure how I feel about this one, lol.

Anyways,

Please enjoy!

His footsteps echoed as he desperately ran through the streets of Manhattan. They were heavy and clumsy. More an act of survival than one of grace and stealth. An alleyway was the first thing he could spot that might give him an escape. He made the quick turn into it, dodging out of some other guy's way, ignoring the angry shout he got. "Hey! I just bought this coffee, you little-!" The boy couldn't turn back now. But that thick Brooklyn accent made him flinch along with the vague outline he'd seen of the guy. Not super tall, but strong as hell.

He kept running.

The thud of his backpack made him contemplate dropping the thing. But he knew he might as well just get hit by a car if he dropped it, because he'd surely be murdered for it later. So he pulled his hood further over his blond curls of hair and kept going, doing his best to ignore it. Doing his best to not let it slow him down.

More footsteps echoed behind him. And the profanities being screamed at him came with them. His perusers laughed at him as he ran, desperate to get away. And when he came to the edge of an alley, someone fell off of their skateboard. He jumped over it, barely even thinking about it. He hoped the others behind him would trip over it. From the angry shouts he still had behind him, he figured they hadn't. So he snuck a glance behind him. Almost immediately, that action was regretted. They were so much closer than they had been before. So he kept running straight through the traffic.

Horns blared and people shouted. Told him to get out of the road. He didn't give them so much as a glance. "Get outta the road, brat!" He slid over the hood of a taxi. The driver screamed at him. He still didn't stop.

He just needed to make it a few more blocks. Through a few more alleys and he would be safe. He was so close. He should've known he wouldn't make it that far.

As he rushed into another alley, he passed a wall of dumpsters. He didn't see the man waiting beside them. Or the other boy standing loyally beside him. The one with the crutch. And as he ran by the man, the guy caught the loop at the top of the kid's backpack and for a moment, the boy was suspended in the air, kicking and punching, desperate to continue running. He struggled but was set back on the ground and spun around.

"Dammit..." he mumbled out between breaths. He was panting. Gasping for air. But damn it, he should have known.

"Well, well, well..." The footsteps behind him were suddenly caught up with him. And he felt himself shoved behind the man that just stopped him from getting away. The other boy with the crutch had yet to move. And he watched from behind the guy, seeing two boys. They smirked at him. "Little Racetrack needs a body guard, does he?"

Race wheezed for air as he watched from behind the man. He grabbed the man's arm, trying to pull him away. But the guy was bolted to the ground.

The two bullies lunged at Racetrack, causing Race to stumble backwards, almost falling to the ground at the sudden threat. But he watched as the man- early twenties at most- grabbed the smaller boy, the one that was closer to Race, and shoved him backwards. "Move along, fellas. Nothin' what concerns you here," he scowled, glaring at both the bullies. They only laughed.

"Actually, Kelly," the older of the two corrected. "Higgins had an appointment with us. Scheduled it himself. Library exit, 2:45."

Jack bit back a groan and turned to give his brother a stern look before he turned back to the two boys who were also staring the kid down. Race just pulled the hood over his head further, letting his pale skin fall beneath shadows as he continued to try and catch his breath. "Barely got there 'fore he ran. Too scared a' gettin' your ass kicked, huh Higgins?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Leave him alone, Oscar. Or did ya forget who could march ova' ta your principal and get ya expelled for things like this?" That seemed to shut the boy up, despite the scowl and glare he got in response. So he smirked, crossing his strong arms over his chest. "Get lost... 'fore I call the cops."

The two bullies weren't quiet about their exit. Not in the least. The older of the two had to grab the others arm and steer him away, not missing his chance at staring Jack down. Though, the man couldn't find it in himself to be intimidated. After all, what were a couple of high school students to him? He turned and watched them shove his brother out of their way. Race made no move to argue. After all, at least they were leaving. But that wasn't before the older one grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and balled it up on his fist. "This ain't ova', slick," the boy growled. "See ya tomorrow."

And then they were off, walking down the alley and away from the three boys. Race didn't even look at Jack. His piercing blue eyes immediately found the boy with the crutch, still standing to the side of the whole scene. "You told him?" he whined, clearly annoyed and angered at this.

The boy with the crutch pushed himself off the wall and scoffed. "No. I didn't tell Jack that you's scheduled a fight with the Delanceys so they wouldn't shove ya in a locker earlier. Because that would be insensitive." His voice dripped with sarcasm and Race just stared him down, clearly frustrated with the boy's choices. "You needed help, Race. If I didn't tell, Jack-"

"Crutchie, it's okay," Jack interrupted, stepping in front of his brother who still had a hood over his head. "That's enough. They're gone. Now let me see," he said, expectingly. But Race didn't move. He only pursed his lips in pure frustration and let his eyes fall, downcast at the ground while Crutchie limped over to them, standing on Race's right, waiting to see the damage as well. So Jack sighed. "Fine." And he grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him closer. Just as the boy was about to protest, the hood was shoved off of his head and his blond curls were exposed. Along with a new, bright red mark just along his right jaw.

Crutchie hissed when he saw it. There would be a bruise there for a while. "Jesus, Race..." the boy watched his oldest brother's reaction. But the twenty-three-year-old held a completely straight face. It amazed Crutchie how well Jack could keep his emotions at bay. Though, Crutchie knew one thing; If either of them were in more danger than some stupid bullies seeking a punching bag, Jack's calmness would be gone in a millisecond. But at that moment, he didn't want to think about what had happened a year ago to make that happen. To make Jack panic. It was still too painful. So he just watched Jack carefully reach and grab Race's chin.

"God, kid..." the twenty-three-year old mumbled as he drew Race closer to him, letting Crutchie step up beside him to also survey the damage. Just the one bruise. But it wasn't a nice one. "Can ya move it?"

Race let himself nod. He told himself to not pull away. He told himself that Jack wouldn't even let him in the first place. But he hated ending the day like this. He hated when Jack found him like this. He hated that he had this problem in the first place. But he just scowled a bit, not at Jack. More at the bullies who hated him enough to give him a pretty nasty bruise. But when his big brother tried turn his face a few different ways to check him over to make sure he wasn't hurt anywhere else, Race pulled away from him, ripping his chin from the grip. "I can take care of myself, Jack!" he insisted.

The man scoffed. "Yeah I see how well that was goin' for you." Obviously not well if the past few years had anything to say about it.

Race scowled at his brother. He pulled the hood back over his head, wishing he could just curl up in a ball and hide, forgetting about that look on both of their faces. The worry. All they did was worry. About him, no less. Sure, he worried about them too. But the feeling was so much different when it was coming at him. "It's fine, Jack. I'm fine."

"Oh yeah, Race," Crutchie mocked, stepping fully in front of the older boy. "You're fine. Just like you were a few months ago when ya came home with a broken arm. Or like a few weeks ago when ya passed out cause they hit ya on the head." The fifteen-year-old shook his head. "But you was 'just fine,' Race. Just like always."

The words hit him hard. But his blue eyes refused to show the emotion he felt inside. Because when his baby brother looked at him like he was, all Race could feel was guilt. It ate him alive when Crutchie was disappointed in him or had tears in his eyes because of him. So his gaze shifted, meeting the ground rather than trying to explain himself. Rather than trying to defend that he could take care of himself. Jack was right. It hadn't been going well for the last few years.

Masking the emotion in his throat, the boy took as deep a breath as he could. "Look... can we just go home?" A simple enough request. All he wanted was to go home. His safe place. "I... I's got homework ta do..." he mumbled out after, hoping it would let Jack know he was serious and didn't want anything more than their home.

A small sigh was heard before a gentle arm wrapped around his shoulder. From what he could guess, another was wrapped around his little brother as well. And Race let himself be lead away from that alley and towards his safe haven, his feet dragging on the ground as he melted into the embrace.

Their apartment was decent. Cozy, warm and filled with family type things. Not a traditional family, but a family none the less. A close family. Pictures littered the walls and the tables. Proud and happy moments out on display for everyone who was allowed inside.

The front door was pushed open and Race felt a sense of warmth and security run through him. He didn't even have to look around to see the opening to the kitchen on his right or the couch sitting in front of the television right before him. If he kept walking straight, he'd meet the hallway that led to his bedroom. But right then, that couch was what Race craved the most.

His bag dropped to the ground, landing with a thud as his two brothers trickled in behind him. Race knew Crutchie was headed straight for their small kitchen table, ready to finish up his homework so he could relax. But all Racetrack wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch old cartoons until he fell asleep. Unfortunately for him, Jack saw him with that look in his eyes.

"Don't even think about it, Racer," he said, playfully shoving Race's head, being careful of the bruise spreading up his jawline. "Not until homework is done."

Race groaned. He'd known that would be coming. But he still had hope that Jack would just leave him alone. He should have known that his big brother cared to much to do that. So the boy glared at the man as he winked and walked into the kitchen. "Killjoy..." he muttered, slowly picking up his bag and following his family into the other room.

"Jack... I don't 'memba' how ta do this..." Crutchie was slouched in a chair already, staring at a blank worksheet with intense concentration. And it was only a matter of seconds before he was chewing on the end of his pencil, stressing over work he didn't understand. Race wished he could take that stress away from him. But all he could do was sit down across from him at the small, round table and take out his own work.

Jack smiled and hovered over his youngest brother. The baby of the family. He leaned over the boy, resting his chin on his messy blond hair before glancing over the sheet. "It's just a bit a' chemistry, kid..." The man gently eased the kid's pencil away from his mouth. "Weren't ya payin' attention when they was teachin' ya?" He leaned down, slinging an arm over his brother's shoulders and trying to make sense of the page himself.

The youngest boy shrugged. "I wus tryin' ta pay attention, but JoJo ran outta his medication and couldn't stop talkin' taday." The kid shook his head. "I's had ta pass notes with 'im ta keep him from gettin' in trouble... ya know how much the teacha's hate it when he can't sit still." In fact, Jack did know.

JoJo wasn't the only one of Crutchie's friends that had problems like this. ADHD was just one of the many issues Jack had seen with the boys that Crutchie had grown closer with over the years. He was used to coming home at night to three boys instead of two. Sometimes more. Because sometimes, those boys couldn't go home. Jack understood that. So he just pulled another blanket over the stowaways on his couch and went to bed, fully prepared to feed them in the morning and send them off to school.

The way Crutchie talked about his friends made Race smile. His baby brother had a heart big enough to fit the whole world inside, and then some. "Betcha you could find the entire answer key online," the blue-eyed boy offered with a smirk, only laughing when his guardian glared at him.

"Or, ya could get out ya text book and actually try n' learn somethin', unlike your cheata' of a brotha'." Race tried to duck out of the way when Jack reached over to ruffle his hair, but he wasn't quite fast enough. He never was.

As much as they all hated homework, this was their favorite time of the day. No bullies, no teachers, no nothing except for them. Jack loved helping his brothers with their work. Because as long as all of them were together, they were laughing and messing around with each other. They were happy when they were together. Mostly. After all, brothers couldn't get along all the time. But for now, all was well with the world.

It wasn't long before Race's feet were up on the table and his notebook was in his lap. He was looking over the numbers and letters and trying not to let them get to his head. He hated math. It was a known fact. And as Jack set down a glass of water in front of him, he made sure to carefully press a kiss to the side of his head. "Don't stress, kid. Just a few more problems and you can go relax." Then an ice pack was shoved into his free hand so he could ice his aching jaw.

Thinking straight was hard for Race. It had been for a long time. And his brothers knew that. So the seventeen-year-old nodded, biting his tongue and telling himself nothing would get done if he kept talking and mouthing off.

"When's Ace comin' ova' Jack?" The question came out of no where, being that no one had spoken of the subject all day. But it was a known fact that if Jack was off early, he was having his high school sweetheart over for dinner.

Their guardian shrugged. "Few hours. Wants ta watch a movie with you guys afta' dinna'," he stated, casually.

Race nodded, momentarily looking up and watching his brother wash dishes from earlier that morning. But what he saw made him do a double-take. Being that Jack's sleeves were pushed further up on his arms, a very big, very recent bruise was creeping down from his elbow, threatening to take over his wrist. He was out of his seat in a second. "Jack, what the hell happened ta your arm?"

If his big brother paled for a moment, Race didn't notice. He was too busy taking the bruised limb in his hands and trying to look it over, while Crutchie worriedly turned around in his seat, wondering what was going on. But Jack pulled away and pulled his sleeve down quick, completely straight faced. "It's nothin', boys. Just fell down yesterday. No big deal."

This was not the first time Jack had told them things like this.

"Jackie?" Crutchie slowly rose from his chair and limped over to his brothers. "Is someone hurtin' ya?" The question was asked carefully. It made Jack feel sick, actually, having gone through the same conversation almost two years ago, when two high school bullies decided to start picking on his little brother. When his little brother started coming home with bruises and cuts that lead to things far worse than that.

"What?" Jack laughed. "No!" He pulled his arm away from Race- who was still trying to gently grab it- and looked between his two brothers who looked so concerned in that moment. This was the third time this month they'd found a bruise on him. And Jack was having trouble keeping up with it. "Fellas, I'm okay. I swear." Crutchie still stared at his arm and Race eyed him suspiciously. So Jack fully turned from the sink, shutting off the water and setting the pan he'd been holding down, inside it. He leaned back against the counter, folding his arms over his chest and watching as his brothers stared him down. "Look, boys... sometimes... me an' some a' my coworkers like ta spar a little. It ain't no big deal. N' I didn't tell ya about it cause I didn't want you guys ta think I was doin' it fer any reason. It's just ta let loose a little, alright?"

The room was quiet for a moment, processing information. It was a decent excuse, they supposed. Clean. Believable. After a minute, Crutchie spoke, quietly. "Can ya tell us when ya get hurt next time?" He was slowly buying the story. And Jack smirked before nodding.

"You got it, kid," he promised. It was only fair. After all, if Race or Crutchie got hurt and they tried to keep that from him, they'd be lectured within the hour before Jack held them and let them tell him what happened. So telling them he had a minor bruise every now and then couldn't hurt.

The boy with the crutch nodded, satisfied with his brother's answer. And Jack almost went back to what he was doing. But when his eyes met Race's, he froze. Those blue eyes were squinting at him.

Something was off. Something had been off for a long time. Jack had always been pretty closed off about his work. Never really getting into detail when they asked him how his day went. He would always just say if it was good or bad and leave it at that, asking them in return, letting them rant off to him about how awful high school could be. And Race knew that. He figured Jack didn't like to talk about work because he didn't like bringing the stress home with him. But lately...

"Someone opened the door when I was standin' right next ta it."

"Just tripped on the way ta work."

"Some jackass tried ta steal my wallet. Don't worry, the cops got him."

Something was happening. Something that Jack wasn't saying.

"You're hidin' somethin'," Race accused, staring Jack down like if he tried hard enough, he could see right into his thoughts and just know everything his brother did. Because he hated it when Jack tried to hide things from him. It didn't happen often.

Jack stood there stunned for a moment. Why is this so hard? he thought to himself, bitterly. He cocked his head to the side as he squinted his eyes back at the boy, trying his best to look confused. "Hidin' somethin'? Why would I do that, Racer?"

For a moment, Race tried to think. After all, everything Jack did was in their best interest, right? So why was he accusing Jack of such things? He didn't know. It was something about that look in his eyes. Or maybe the way he adjusted his jacket that he had yet to take off. It could've been the way Jack smiled at him. He didn't know. But something felt weird.

All the boy could do was shrug. "Somethin' just seems... different. I dunno..." Race wanted to let it go and pretend he hadn't noticed anything off. But as he backed away from his brother, he could've sworn he saw his body relax at the lack of more questions. The blond boy bit his lip. He may be done with the conversation, but the topic was no where near dropped. Not by a long shot.

Lucky for Jack, his brothers had always had a hard time staying focused for long.

"Hey, Race?" Crutchie asked slowly. The boy in question looked up as he took his seat again, attempting to get back to work.

"Yeah, Crutch?"

"We should get a dog."

Jack held in a chuckle at the random statement. But his other brother looked up, completely straight faced and responded, "Okay. Let's name him Archie."

The conversation went on like that until the homework had been done. And all Jack could do was smile and watch and be happy that his brothers were there in that apartment, with him. He loved that. He'd worked hard for that. The apartment was more than a place to live. For them, it was their own little world outside of the one they had to walk out in every morning. And none of them would ever be more grateful for the place they got to call home. A place where they could be themselves without the threats looming over them. Everything there was sacred to them.

A few hours later, homework was thrown aside, being... mostly done. And Race was rummaging through the fridge, a hand of cards in his hand while Crutchie still sat at the table, a very similar hand of cards in his hand. "Still think your winnin' this one, little brotha'?"

The boy at the table smirked and fingered his cards. "Dunno Race. I think ya might be underestimatin' me," he retorted, watching as his big brother walked back with a beer in his hand. "N' I think ya might not realize that Jack knows everythin'," he gestured to the cold bottle in Race's hands. And the older boy just winked, not responding to the statement.

"'S a good thing 'e went ta get takeout then," the older boy laughed, popping the bottle open and lifting it up to his lips. But right as he would've taken a swig...

"'S a good thing I's back then, ain't it?" The bottle was taken right out of his hand and Race spun around to watch his big brother take a sip and smirk at him, putting down the bags of takeout on the table, right in between the boys' card game.

"Ja-ack..."

Another laugh rang out through the kitchen. A woman's laugh. And the boys looked over to see their brother's hand attached to another. "Hiya Ace!" Crutchie stood and grabbed his crutch that had been leaning against the table. He limped over to the woman and threw his arms around her, only for her to follow suit, letting go of her boyfriend's hand and holding the boy tightly.

"Hey, Charlie!"

Race scowled at his brother. But Jack just raised his eyebrows at him, mildly disappointed. "You know the rules, Racer. No alcohol 'less 'm here and it's a weekend."

"But Jack-" Race tried to complain, ready to put up the same argument they had every time he tried to sneak a beer behind his brother's back. It had been a long day. It had been a bad day. But Jack held up a hand.

"Is it Friday?"

"No, but-"

"Was I here?" Race remained silent. He knew Jack was right. He set the rules in that house. And he really was being more than fair not grounding Race right then and there. So Race sat back down, not challenging his brother more when the man took another swig of beer.

Katherine pressed a kiss to Crutchie's head before pulling away from him and stepping towards where the other boy was sitting at the table. "Don't think about it so much, Tony. He's only doing it cause he loves you," she assured, wrapping her arms around the boy from behind and kissing him on the cheek, making him give her a tight smile before she pulled away. "Besides, who needs beer when I brought ice cream?"

Yup. It was a pretty normal night.

The blue-eyed boy turned in his seat, a grin threatening to take over his features as Katherine pulled away. "Mint chocolate chip?" he questioned expectantly, as if there was no other right answer to that question than yes. And Katherine scoffed.

"No, vanilla," she answered, sarcasm falling from her lips as she pulled out a tub of ice cream from a grocery bag. Indeed it was mint chocolate chip.

The night went on like any other one. The boys and their Ace ate their food and their ice cream and lay on the couch together watching some movie they were questioning and ridiculing the entire night long. Especially Jack and Katherine, assuring their boys that none of what the hero had been doing in their vast attempts to save the world was humanly possible. And Race and Crutchie would laugh it off. Things like this happened all the time.

By the time the credits were rolling, Katherine was in Jack's lap, trying very hard not to give up and be very intimate with the high schoolers sitting in the same room. So far, Jack was whispering in Katherine's ear and she was giggling at all the little comments he made and he pulled her closer to him every time she tried to get up.

Crutchie was comfortably sitting on the other end of the couch, his leg propped up on the coffee table and the remote control set in his lap as he watched the ending scenes while the words slowly ran across the screen. And Race was sitting on the ground in between all of them. He was dozing a bit as his brother and his brother's girl quietly conversed on the couch and his little brother finally stopped the movie, taking it out of the DVD player.

That was his chance. Maybe he could just slip out and into his room before anyone noticed. After all, it was around eleven at night by then, and he did have school the next morning. Maybe they'd leave him alone. So he quietly stood, making sure his footsteps were light as he began to walk away. But Crutchie was right.

Jack knew everything.

"Whoa whoa whoa, kiddo..." The groan didn't make it past the boy's lips. He made it as far as the hallway before his guardian stopped him simply by speaking. Race knew better than to keep going. "You betta' be doin' what I think you're doin'." Jack's voice was gentle, but left no room for argument. And he sat up, Katherine still on his lap as he made eye contact with his brother in the darkened room.

The boy in the hallway turned and saw three pairs of eyes on him. He leaned against the wall and glared at his big brother, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at the man. "I took 'em already," Race muttered, looking at the ground, unable to look his brother in the eyes while lying through his teeth. All he got in response was a scoff from his baby brother.

"Yeah, an' I ran the mile last week," Crutchie joked, sitting himself back down on the couch. Race glared at him, but it didn't do much. Because soon, Jack was setting Ace down next to their little brother, and coming over to him to have a quieter conversation.

Race didn't look up when the man stepped in front of him. But then a hand clipped his chin and all he could do was let his piercing blue eyes meet Jack's forest green ones. His big brother was shielding him from sight of the other two. But that didn't make the boy any less uncomfortable. "Look, kid... I know you don' like 'em-"

"I don' need 'em!" he quickly defended, not moving out of his brother's grip but practically pleading through big eyes for Jack to just let this one go. He didn't.

It broke his heart to see Race like this. It broke his heart to have to make sure his baby brother did something as awful as this. But it was a fact. Race needed it. "You know that ain't true, baby brotha'."

A heavy silence fell over them for a moment. Neither of them wanted to say anything more. They just wished for everything bad in their world to simply melt away. All that would be left was the four of them. Jack, Race, Crutchie and Katherine. Then they would be okay. But they couldn't change the past. They couldn't stop what had already happened.

"Just take 'em fer me please, Anthony?" Jack requested, pressing a quick kiss to the bridge of his brother's nose. "There only there ta help ya."

The boy didn't respond. He tried to ignore the fact that his brother and the closest thing he had to a sister were sitting in silence and listening to their conversation. He tried to ignore the way the world seemed heavier every time Jack had have this talk with him. He tried to ignore the tug at the back of his mind telling him that this was his own fault. That he shouldn't expect Jack to be any less worried. That if he'd just tried to talk to them to begin with, he wouldn't be pulling away from Jack without saying a word and going into the bathroom to pull a bottle of pills out of the medicine cabinet.

Jack followed him, of course, and watched him responsibly take the anti-depressants and whatever else his doctors had him on. He hated them. He hated the way his big brother had to watch him take them every time he could. He hated the way it felt when they were sliding down his throat. He hated the way he had to take them before bed because all they would do was make him feel drowsy and exhausted. And as Race filled up a cup in the sink and downed the water, letting the pills fall with it, Jack was still there, leaning against the doorframe, casually watching his every move.

"Happy?" the boy asked quietly as he finished, wiping his face with his sleeve and turning to lean against the counter.

But his big brother nodded with a relieved look on his face. "Yeah..." he sighed, running a hand through his thick brown hair. He didn't like that they had this routine either. But he'd never admit that. "Now go get ta bed. You n' Charlie got school in the mornin'." So Race nodded and headed towards the door. Jack let him pass, smiling when he didn't miss his brother muttering under his breath about just going to Katherine's place for the night. "Goodnight, Racer!" he called with a smile, watching the boy slowly trudge into his bedroom.

"'Night Jack..." the younger boy muttered as he shut the door to his bedroom, no doubt ready to get in bed as those drugs took quick effect. Jack smiled as he heard the boy yawn and his face only brightened as someone else walked behind him. Well, two someones. One wrapping their arms around his waist from behind and the other simply standing beside him.

"Did he take all of 'em?" Crutchie asked, curiously. Jack simply nodded in assurance, easing the boy's worries for their brother. "Alright. Well, I'll see you in the mornin', Jack." The blond boy let his brother pull him in for a kiss on the forehead and Katherine ruffled his hair from her position behind her man. They said their goodnights, but just as the kid was about to walk away, he turned to them again. "Oh, and Kathy?"

The woman in question raised her eyebrows, still not moving. "Next time ya sneak out the window, don't forget ta close it behind ya." He winked when her whole face flushed and Jack's eyes widened. "Goodnight."

Shock took over the couple as the fifteen-year-old boy limped his way down the hall, stopping to knock on his brother's door. "Goodnight, Tony. I love you!"

It wasn't long before he got a response. "Love you too, Charlie!"

And then the doors were shut and all that was left was Jack and Katherine, standing stunned in the hallway. And after a few moments of silence, Katherine's rushed, whispered voice met Jack's ear. "We've been compromised."

Jack laughed and turned around, suddenly picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. "Who's hiding?" And he ran to the door across from the other two bedrooms as she squealed and laughed in his hold. Then the door was shut and before they knew it, they were under the covers of his bed, lip-locked, trying to be as quiet as they could be with to teenage boys right across the hall.

It was just like any other night.

Well there it was. I could call this the calm before the storm. In the next few chapters things are gonna get maybe a bit more intense.

I really hope you guys enjoy this one!

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