How Can You Tell It's Love (boyxboy)

Maric's Side

I had just shown Zino his room and left. Sure I explained where everything is, but being the lazy ass I am, I didn't actually show him.

Yeah, I could've done more but there has to be a fine line. Just because he's my brother legally doesn't mean I feel that automatically. Seems like he feels the same way. Good, we should keep it this way.

Mom interrupted my game when she dragged me to go pick up Zino. I sat down against my bed on to a plush pillow to resume. It was Call of Duty 4. My friends bought it for me on my last birthday but honestly I didn't like it. I'd rather play a RPG then this crap. It's not I'm bad at first-person shooting games, I just prefer stuff like Final Fantasy. Makes me seem like a nerd.

 "Hey dude," my friend Jeff said over the headphones, "Where'd you go? You missed the sickest-"

"Yeah yeah, whatever," I cut him off. Jeff was cool and all but most of the time he was just a pain. I don't even know why I still hung out with him. "I had to go out."

There was noise on the other side that I couldn't make. Later Jeff's voice returned sounding pissed complaining, "Damn kid! Sorry my little brother came into the room and I had to get rid of him." I bet what happened was Jeff threw off the headphones and attacked the poor boy. This is one the many reasons I hated Jeff; he's violent towards anything and everything.

I know it's wrong but I decided to play along with him, "No, I know what you're talking about. Last week mom wanted to adopt some random kid. He's our age but is the most stuck up guy I've ever met. Dude's a brat." I then heard movement from my door. Soon afterwards I heard another door slam. "Hold on one second."

I stood up and opened the door. No one was in the hall. Zino's door was shut as if something was leaning against it. Shit! He must've heard me.

Angry with myself I turned the game off without speaking to the douche and stomped down the steps. I didn't see anyone around so I headed into the basement. This is my personal space. No one came down here unless I invited them to. Mom doesn't even step in here. I don't want to give up to that brat.

Letting out a deep breath, I laid down on the hard pool table. It's worse than my bed, I know, but at least I can get some privacy. I knew that mom would force me open up to Zino soon enough. She would make me share my stuff with him: my hide-away.

I don't want him here, and I bet he doesn't either, so why does it have to be this way?