Fame

Fame: Chapter 1

"I hate you."

My brother smirked at me from the airplane seat across the aisle.

"No, Matt. You know you love me."

I looked at him.

"No. I'm serious. You ruined EVERYTHING."

Ed frowned and looked at the rotting shrimp on the airplane tray, making a fake pouty face. "You can't hate ME."

"Well, I do." I rotated my body and looked out the window.

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"This is it!" My mom shrieked as we walked up to the big house on June Street in the morning sun.

"Yeah, its nice, Mom." I said as I looked down at my phone, not expecting messages but half hoping for them.

We went inside and put all of our stuff down, my mom and dad gawking at the huge foyer and chandelier.

"Its beautiful!"

"I'm so glad we came."

"It's so much bigger than our last place!"

"I love the hardwood!"

Then there was my brother and I.

I was sitting on the stairs to go upstairs, tapping away at my phone.

My brother was sprawled out in the middle of the foyer, tapping on his phone.

Probably texting his awful girlfriend, Amanda. I don't see what he sees in her. She's practically a beer bottle dressed as a woman. Oh, and with some drug jewelry. Literally. She kept drugs in her locket necklace.

Mom and Dad didn't seem to notice that their two sons wanted nothing to do with exploring the new house and went right on complimenting the furniture as if it was a co-worker.

"Such wonderful details."

"Amazing artwork!"

"Lovely looks."

Like, seriously. The furniture can't hear you.

"You two! Stop lounging around and do something productive!" My mom shouted from another room.

Ed gave me a smirk and ran over to me. He looked back at my mom's voice and yelled,

"I'm going to claim my territory!"

He hopped up the stairs into one of

the three doors upstairs, not before leaning over the railing and sticking his tongue out at me, of course.

I sighed and sat on the stairs. My elbows were on my knees and my hands under my chin.

"Matt, look at the doors."

I looked up at my dad with a puzzled expression.

"What?"

"There are three doors."

"Ahuh..." He was really confusing me.

"One more your mom and I. One for Ed's room. And one for the alternate entrance to his bathroom."

I stood up and through my hands out.

"Now I don't get a place to sleep?!?!"

"No, no. You do. Your brother choose first so that means you get the basement."

I smiled. Finally, something I can rub in my brother's face.

"Awesome! Where can I go to find this basement?"