Bittersweet (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

Pic of Scott above :)

Un-Edited

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Waking up in the morning left me disoriented because I was used to my alarm clock waking me up. The light shined bright through the shades above my bed on the window, lighting my bedroom.  Nothing prepared me for the bright light that pierced my eyes, making me shut them with a groan. What was the time?  Shit! Was I late for work!?

Stumbling up from my bed in the corner of the room, I managed to get myself through the door and out into the kitchen without face planting. Thanking the heavens I checked the clock on the microwave and cursed!

I had to be to work in fifteen minutes!!

Jumping into action I spun around and dashed across the apartment, bypassing my brother who stepped out of his room looking curious, sleepy, and amused at what I was doing.  Ignoring him, I tore through the living room and lunged towards the bathroom door... only to be knocked on my ass and pained throbbed in my pinky toe.

"Ahhhh- mother-trucking-ducking friggen chicken nuggets!!!" I howled throughout the apartment.  I curled further in on myself as rocked back and forth, my foot in my hand, trying to relieve some of the pain that coursed through my little toe, cursing all the while.

My ramblings were interrupted as laughter boomed from across the living room. Turning my head around, I gave my brother my fiercest scowl because god dammit it wasn't funny!!! It feels like it's going to fall off. 

Of course this only made him laugh harder causing me to become even more pissed.

"Hey, hey-okay, hehe- look, I'm sorry! It's just-hhahaha- your face-it was so FUCKING  perfect! -hahaheheh- I just had to."

Oh, so he thought this was funny.  Well, let's see if this is funny, shall we?

I looked up at him through my lashes, tears brimming my eyes, bottom lip trembling, I whimpered and immediately his face fell.  A look of guilt and anguish passed his features and he came stumbling towards me mumbling apologies on his way.

Turning my head back around I smirked to myself.  Ha, how's that bitch, don't mess with the Batman!!

As his feet finally approached, I looked up at him, the smirk firmly on my face, and jumped at him.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET! MWHA! DON'T MESS WITH THE BATMAN!!" I screamed at his shocked face and jumped off of him, forgetting my toe, and raced to my bedroom.

Laughing heavily, I tried to close the door only to have it shoved open and to be tackled by Scott onto the bed.  He began his attack as I tried to fend him off the best I could.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"  I laughed, sounding like a baby from those strange vine videos, "I give! I give!! -hahahaha- Stop it! Stop tickling me!!" My voice sounding higher than it usually is.

"Say it." He says, looking at me seriously, and eyebrow cocked up.

Realizing what he wanted, I gasped a squirmed in his hold.

"Say it! Say I'm Batman! Say it!!"  He shouted, a smile placed gracefully across his features. 

Shaking my head wildly I refused to say it.  I was Batman. Me. Not him. No, never. 

Five minutes later the tickling was still happening and I couldn't take it much longer, the glee in his blue eyes glowing as he continued.  He will never give up. Fine.

"Fine! Fine! You're Batman! You're Batman!" I screamed.  He stopped instantly and looked at me. 

"Good." He stated and then climbed off of me, allowing oxygen to flow freely and normally once again.

Huffing, I sat up, and made my way over to wear he was standing, a grin plastered to his face.

"Oh," he said." By the way, your boss called and said not to bother coming into work today.  Just take a few days to calm down, is what he said."

I stared at him dumbfounded.  If I were told earlier none of this wouldn't have happened.

As if sensing my thoughts, Scott smirked and snickered leaving me standing there.

What the fudge muffin?!

 Running once again, you'd think I'd learn my lesson, I jumped onto Scott's back and we made our way into the kitchen for some breakfast.

Once I had my toast and my orange juice in front of me, Scott sat down and asked the question I had been dreading to hear.

"So, do you wanna talk about it?  What happened last night, I mean?" He said carefully, looking at me for my reaction.

My shoulders slumped instantly and I dropped my toast that hovered in front of my face back onto the plate.  Without saying a word, Scott came around the table and hugged me.

"Dex, we don't have to talk about it yet.  How about we play some video games. Take an us day and just hang?" He questioned.

And this ladies and gentlemen, is why I love my brother so much.  He get's me and is their for me. I love him.

"Sure..." I smirked at him and took off calling over my shoulder, "I call dibs on the game though!"

His laughter rang behind me as I took off to the living room only to stub my fudging toe again.

"FUCK!!!" I screeched out as his laughing became louder. Ug, life.

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