The GBF fight

Family

Leo's pov.....

Ugh I hate this. Being on bed rest sucks, it's so boring. I swear if I watch another movie I'm going to die. Oh, maybe I could re-watch all of SpongeBob again. Naw, I'll get too bored.

"Hey, Leo, how're ya doing?" The door cracked, revealing my second oldest brother, Chris. He stood tall, shoulders back, and his black hair was pushed back. He was wearing a blue button down shirt and jeans. "I'm feeling meh," I responded then took a sip of water, "well, since you're feeling better than usual, I have to tell you something..." Oh no... I hope it's not... "Jack! Is he okay? Here, let's go!" I sat straight up and put my feet on the floor. Trying to bear the pain, I gripped my bed and curled my toes, "whoa, whoa, whoa," He began, "you're on bed rest, back in!" He set his hands gently on my shoulders, "what? No! He's my brother, I wanna make sure I'm right beside him!" I cried to him, trying to loosen from his tightening grip, when I saw a figure standing in the doorway.

"Nice to see you care about me, little bro," Jack chuckled.

"Jack, you're okay!" I said struggling to try and get up and hug him.

"Yep, why wouldn't I be?" He cocked his head to the side like a lil bitty puppy doggy... Awww, puppy doggies..
"Just... I thought you mighta gotten bad again."

"Nope,"

"Okay,"

"Well..." Chris said, "since Jack is obviously okay-" "BUT WHY WOULDN'T I BE!? ANSWER ME, YOU MUGGLES!!!" Jack interrupted and shook his fist in the air.

Chris snagged Jack's hat, revealing his bald head, "THIS is why,"

"Oh well, I've been feeling great lately!" Jack flexed, "just look at these muscles I've been working on!" He was completely skin and bones. Chris shoved him lightly, "what I've been trying to tell you is-" interrupted again, this time by the front door slamming. "HEY BRENTON," I shouted to my little brother... He had left, right? Feet began pounding toward the room from the opposite side of the house.

"Huh?" Brent's head popped in, his dark purple hair flopped in his face. His grey sweatshirt read "Aero" and so did his sweatpants, and, as usual, he had a book in his hand. I lifted my eyebrow, "I thought you'd left?" He shook his head, "then who came in?"

My question was answered by a high pitched voice, "hey boys!" Oh no. Brent turned his head and a grin appeared on his face before disappearing, "Mom! Dad! Hi, I've missed you!"

Brent returned to the doorway, being carried by our father. "Geez, you're fourteen years old and only around one hundred pounds, you need to gain some weight!" Brent laughed, "I'm one twenty, dad, I shall not make these muscles any bigger!" Dad dropped him on the floor once he saw me, "gosh, what happened to my muscle man? Too many girls chasing after you?" I saw Jack look slightly angry out of the corner of my eye, Chris grunted. "He's gay, Dad," Brent said, coming through the doorway that's when mom appeared, looking at my father, "still in that phase, huh?" Mom asked, sighing. You always wonder why I hate you guys...