Living with the Mercer's.

Little brothers need help.

Alex glanced at his phone, 3:00 am, who the hell would be trying to breakdown his penthouse front door at freaking 3:00am?!

He got up his bed, grabbed his bat that he kept near his bed, and slowly made his way out of his bedroom, passed the kitchen, passed the living room and towards the door.

He swung open the door, about to hit whoever was breaking down his door, when he recognised who was at his door. It was his little brother Ronan, bruised, bleeding and carrying a duffel bag. An obviously very surprised Alex hadn't seen his now fifteen years old brother since he was seventeen years old... eight years ago.

Alex didn't question what happened, instead he just grabbed his brother by the shoulder and dragged him inside, almost accidentally throwing him to the ground. "What're you doing here?" Alex asked frantically, looking his brother up and down.

"M-m-mom and dad kicked me out, s-so I-I tracked you down, I'm sorry I had nowhere else to go I-I-I'll just leave!" Ronan tried to walk past Alex, but Alex immediately dragged him back.

This was when Alex noticed the large, bloody gash on Ronan's cheek, that he somehow hadn't realised when he first opened the door. "Why did they kick you out? And what the fuck happened to your cheek?!" Ronan immediately slapped his hand over his cheek, wincing at the painful sting. He looked down at his feet, before answering Alex.

".... I... I came out as bi.. and I told them I have a boyfriend.." at this point, Ronan was close to tears, and Alex was close to committing a double murder. "You're probably gonna make me leave too so I'll just-" "why would I make you leave? I am gay. Not straight. Homosexual. We are both queer. I'm not gonna kick you out."

Ronan looked up at him with a hopeful glint in his eyes, and a wide dorky smile on his face that his boyfriend Grayson loves so much. To show his gratitude, he wrapped his arms around Alex in a tight, brotherly hug. Alex gently pushed him away, always feeling awkward when it came to physical affection, saying "sorry dude, but no touchy."

Alex walked over to the nearby closet, pulling out a bunch of huge fluffy blankets (because it's winter and he doesn't want his brother to freeze to death during the night, the smell would be rancid), a random pair of Alex's comfiest pyjamas and a bunch of pillows. He handed them to his brother, telling him, "there's a guest room down the hall, there isn't any blankets but the bed is like sleeping on a cloud. Also, tomorrow we're talking about this whole situation, as well as that boyfriend that I definitely need to hear more about."

"Oh, actually um..."
"What? Is he a dick?"
"He likes that, but no, he's a sweet heart named Grayson Covington. Oh! He's also your boyfriends little brother! Anyways gotta go, bed time bye!" He said, speeding off to avoid anymore questions.