My poor bb is very upset and icky feeling right now. Not a good mood at all *deep sigh* So, here I am :P Let's just call me Captain Damage Control, mkay y'all?

Dizzy

Clyde tossed himself onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow. It was a weak attempt to block out the obnoxious sunlight streaming through his window. It was unusual for him to be inside on a Saturday – let alone a nice warm one...perfect football weather! – but he was just not in the mood.

His last exam was shit, and the 'rents had taken away his gamesphere and his xbox. So, no video games for him.

Craig was off with his new 'girlfriend' – Clyde wasn't quite certain that Craig was actually dating a girl, but whatever – and had told Clyde he was too busy to hang out.

Token was gone away with his parents for the weekend. Gone away on a very expensive vacation. Clyde scowled into his pillow, cursing his best friends good fortune.

Bebe had ditched him for Wendy – again – even though they had had this date planned for over a week – again. As Clyde rolled onto his back, he wondered why the hell he even bothered to put up with that girl. Nothing good ever came out of dating her – except the awesome blowjobs, but that was for him, and him alone to know.

The door to his room creaked open, and Clyde grumbled some more. He figured it was his mother, coming to moan and bitch about how if he just tried harder he could do so much better. Mom, I love you, but fuck off. I'm done trying. He complained sulkily inside his own head, refusing to remove his face from the pillow.

A weight settled beside him and a heavy hand landed on his head. Now, Clyde knew it wasn't actually his mom. She had small, delicate hands. He smirked to himself as he thought about how easily he could pick her up and swing her around. He had done so on several occasions, although generally it was when good news happened.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" A deep, slightly accented voice rumbled from somewhere above his head.

Clyde sighed when he realized it was only his brother. "Having a bad day." He rolled onto his back, one arm folding behind his head. He started at Eric with half lidded, sleepy eyes. "My head hurts." He complained, slipping a little bit of whine into his voice. It would either annoy his brother, or sway him to be a giant teddy bear.

The hand slid around to feel his forehead. His twin tutted faintly at the warm temperature, moving his hand through Clyde's hair to lightly scratch his scalp. Clyde whined softly when the cold hand was removed from his fevered face.

Eric stood silently, and left the room. Clyde propped himself on his elbows, looking heartbroken. He had actually expected his twin to stay with him; to at least try and make him feel better. Clyde resigned himself to another night of sulking alone, when Eric reappeared in the doorway.

The bulkier of the boys strode into the room confidently. He plopped back down beside his twin, before smacking the smaller boy lightly in the face, with an ice pack. He settled it on his twin's forehead, before lying down beside him.

They lay in bed together until they both fell asleep, murmuring stories from their childhood and sharing memories, not realizing that they were also creating them.