I look in the mirror to figure out who I am.

Chapter 4

Just a quick shout out to the most amazing person ever, Victoria. You and your story make my day . Also to MJTWE3 and 1DHazE3 for reading and enjoying my story. I finished with this chapter sooner than I though so I decided to put it up earlier than expected. I hope you still enjoy it. Warning: Wes still has a potty mouth. And I still don't own these boys. (Soon...soon..xD) Also, I realized I never said what age Drew and Wes were. Wes is 16(because Keaton will turn 14 soon)  and Drew is 17.

*Wes’s POV*

I am trying to be happy for Keaton’s sake, but it is so hard. I have to see that asshole tomorrow, and it makes me want to start throwing things. That would be kind of hard seeing as I am driving right this moment though.

Keaton keeps looking at me like he wants to say something but is refraining from it. He looks worried and I know it is because I probably look like I want to kill something.

He knows that I wouldn’t hurt him. I think he is worried I might run someone over or something. I think he is more worried about what is making me so angry. I don't think tring to pretend nothing is wrong is working.

Keaton knows something is wrong. Who am I kidding? He always knows when something is wrong.

He opens his mouth to speak so I just cut him off. “So are you ready for some surfing, little bro?”

He just raises his eyebrow. Great, he is not going to just drop this.

“What is wrong Wes? You are driving more aggressively toda-LOOK OUT FOR THAT BUS!!”

Seeing it just in time I swerve out of the way. “Keaton! Are you ok?” He nods his head. Good. If anyone hurt him I would rip out their throat.

“What the FUCK was that bus trying to do, kill us?” I have never seen a bus in this part of town before in my life.

“Don’t know Wes. Buses don’t normally drive around this part of town. Maybe someone wished it would happen to you or something.”

I know he is just joking around but really? That is the stupidest thing I had ever heard. “Keat, you know life doesn’t work like that.” “Yea, but that would be funny.” Normally I would pick on him for that, but I am too angry (and now busy watching for stupid buses) to do so.

He looked at me for the longest time without saying anything. I hoped that he was going to just leave it alone, but I should know better.

“Wesley what’s wrong. You were all happy this morning. Did something happen at school today?”

I sigh because I know I am not going to get around telling him. That kid is getting to inquisitive and stubborn for his own good.

“The new bitch of a teacher paired me with the worst possible person today for a shitty history project!”

Keaton just starts laughing. If it was anyone else I would have punched them, but I could never lay a hand on my baby brother.

“Why the fuck are you laughing at me?” He just shakes his head. “You had me worried Wes. I thought something life altering happened but you are mad over that? It is a project. I am sure that you can deal with whoever it is a get a good grade.”

“It is Chadwick, Keaton. That asshat is going to be at the house tomorrow.” He looks less amused now. Good he finally understands the seriousness of the situation.

“Do I have to hide all the knives in my room? Mom and I are going out tomorrow and the last thing she needs to see when she gets home is that you both killed each other. That would be horrible to clean out of the carpets. She is still mad at you for breaking the table on the wall last time.”

They are never going to let me live that down are they? I wasn’t aware that the table could be flung so far. They should tell you on the table somewhere.

“I didn’t know it would fly like that. They should warn you or something.” He gives me that look he is gotten good at. The one that says ‘Wesley, you are an absolute moron’ with him ever saying it.

“Yes, because tables are used as projectiles on a daily basis.”

I continue to look at the traffic ahead knowing that this is a fight I wouldn’t win. “Look, can we just drop it Keat? I really want to be happy and surf without that asshole in my head.”

Keaton plays with his phone for a bit and tries to look like there isn’t something on his mind. We can both read each other like books. To the average person it may seem like he is doing nothing but texting, but I know that he pretends to text when something is bothering him.

“What’s up Keaters?”

He looks up at me then looks away. “Why do you hate Drew so much? I mean I know you both competed for the same girl a lot of time, but is there a reason other than that?”

I almost slam down on the brakes in shock, but quickly realize that would not have been a good idea.

“How can you even ask me that? You’ve seen him. He walks around like he fucking owns the place and thinks he deserves everything. He is nothing more than a pretty boy trying to be something he clearly isn’t. People like that don’t deserve attention and they don’t deserve anything but a punch in the face.”

Keaton just looked away from me and mumbled something. “What was that Keat?”

“Nothing. Let’s surf!” With that he jumps out of the car and runs to get the boards off the car, but gets distracted by a cat. That kid has the attention span of a rabbit.

He picks it up and turns to me.

“No we can’t take it home. We already have Zuni, and I think he might get mad if we show up with another animal.”

He looks let down and puts down the orange and white tabby and walks back to the car.

Keaton gets him surfboard off the roof of the car. “Yea, I guess. The last time we tried that he peed on everything, but it wasn’t so bad.”

“Wasn’t so bad?” I pull down my board. “Keaton, your cat peed on my guitar. It STILL smells like cat piss.”

Laughing, he runs passed me stripping off his shirt and shorts and jumps into the water. (He is wearing swim trunks underneath so calm down.)

I look to the sky and just take in the beauty of this day. The waves are perfect and the sky is clear and blue.

I have everything I need right here. The perfect surf weather, and my brother who I love more than anything else in the world. If only mom could have come with us, then it truly would have felt like home.

I am going to enjoy the rest of today no matter how horrible tomorrow may be.