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Vic's POV
I looked at my brother as he sat next to me. Jaime smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Why is he?" Mike asked.
"Nothing." I quickly answered. He nodded and put his arm on the back of the couch.
"I'm gonna grab a beer. Anyone want one?"
"I'll have one." Mike replied. Jaime got up and nodded. "Why was he doing that, Vic? And don't lie. I'm your brother. I know when you lie."
"It's nothing really."
"Vic." He pressed. He looked at me and I looked at him. "Tell me. Please?"
"It's fine. It'll go away." I said.
"Vic."
"Mike."
"Victor."
"Michael."
"What's going away?"
"Nothing you need to worry about." Mike got up and grabbed my wrist. I hissed in pain and he dragged me upstairs. We were at our house, by the way.
He shoved me into his room. He shut and locked the door. "What the hell?" I asked.
"What is going on? You're not leaving until you tell me."
"I can't tell you." I whispered, playing with the sleeves of my jumper.
"Why?"
"You'll think I'm disgusting and leave. Just like everyone else."
"I'm not everyone else. I'm your brother."
I sat on his floor. "It won't work that way."
"How do you know?"
"Because you're my brother. I've known you all my life." He sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.
"I could never hate you."
"Yeah. You can."
"Hey, Vic?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Mikey." But in a different way.
"Vic. That's disgusting." He whispered. He scattered away and I started crying into my jeans.
"Mike, please." I whispered.
"Why would I want my brother to be a freak?"
"I'm sorry. I can't help it!" I yelled. M
"Yes you can! You don't have to love me like that!" He shouted. I started crying harder. "Why do you have to be such a fucking weirdo?! I always knew there was something wrong with you!"
I looked up an saw him staring at me. Hatred filled his eyes. My own brother hates me.
"Get out! You're not my brother anymore."
I got up and ran out. I got to the stairs and he pushed me down them. I fell down them. I got up and looked at Jaime.
"I quit the band. Tell Tony." I whispered. I grabbed my keys and left. I got in my car and started driving.
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I ended up at Austin's house. He was always there when I needed him. He knew about my crush on Mike. Hell, he knew everything about me. I got out and knocked on his door. He was probably asleep with Alan. Yeah. The Cashby is real.
