One-Shots (boyxboy)

Acceptance is a key to life.

Acceptance is a key to life.

"Sean?! Sean?!? ARE YOU OKAY?!?" I heard a very sweet voice ask me. It sounded a lot like my little brother, Nick.

How do I breathe again? I need air. I CANT GET ANY!! SOMEONE HELP ME!?!? I'M GOING TO DIE!! OH GOD! I CANT! I have to take care of my brothers!

I bent over so my elbows are resting on my knees and my head is in my hands. How could this happen?! Did I do something wrong to him?!

"SEAN?!?" God dang it, there was that voice.

"WHAT?!?" I yelled back. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to yell. I'm trying to breath god dang it and he ain't helping.

"N-n-never-mind. I'm g-going to go to my room." He replied while stuttering. Oh god, what have I done. He's scared of me now. "Sorry for caring." He whispered while walking by me and ran up the stairs and a second later I heard his door slam shut.

Maybe I should explain some stuff. My name is Sean Winston. I am eighteen years old. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. I stand at the height of six-two. I have a lot of muscle's. I have to have them. I need them. I have to protect my brothers.

I have two younger brothers. One is twelve, Nick, the one who just slammed his door shut. He has scene blond hair that is just like our mothers; then blue eyes from our father. He is five-four, but still has a lot to grow.

Then I have a two year old brother, Colton. He has blond hair and blue eyes just like Nick. They look so much alike.

I take care of them all by myself. Sometimes it gets very stressful. But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Well, I know what your thinking what the hell are you doing taking care of your two younger siblings? Right, am I right?! Well, I'm going to tell you.

My mother and father were together and had me. They got into a huge fight and my father left for my mom to raise me by herself. Then six years later when I was six, he came back. They hooked up and my mother got pregnant with Nick. He decided to get up and leave my mother again. She was devastated, she thought he was going to stay. He didn't.

But he did come back a third time. Just to get my mother pregnant for a third time and leave her after she got pregnant with Colton. But by then my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She couldn't fight it with all the stress of taking care of three kids by herself and depression that my father put her in. Plus working all the time. She couldn't handle it. She ended up passing away last year. And it took a toll on all of us.

We got put in a foster home. But by the time we were almost adopted, I was eighteen. I took my brothers and left. Yes, the system did through a fit about that. But seems how I already had a job and was in the process of buying a house and was doing good for myself they couldn't say no.

Nick is having the hardest time with it all. He misses our mother. Which I understand, I do to.

Then just last month, our dead beat of a dad decided he was going to come back. He went to the police seems how he couldn't find us, because we didn't live in the same house we used to. The police told him where we lived and he came to find us. They didn't tell him that mom had died though. So, he was going to come by to hook up with her. Lets just say he ended up in the hospital that night. Hasn't visited since.

"Colton? Where you at bud?" I yelled out for Colton. I think, he is in the living room watching TV.

"Hereee!!" He screeched then started giggling. That little stinker. He's hiding.

"Where is 'HEREEE' Colt?" I asked him. Normally when he tries to hide. Notice the try because he doesn't really understand the concept of hide-n-seek. He always gives himself up.

"Couch!" He yelled back. I walked over to the couch and leaned over the top and seen his big blue eyes staring at me. "Darn." He snapped his finger then held his arms up to me. I picked him up and stuck him on my hip.

"Can you go make sure Nick is okay, bud?" I asked. He nodded his head very enthusiastically.

"Wait, why can't you bubby?" He asked his eyes full of curiosity, then he laid his head on my shoulder.

"He's mad at me." I told him. Did I tell you what happened? I don't think I did.

Well anyways, he told me that he was gay. Now I am bisexual. But I wasn't expecting my twelve year old brother to come home and say he loves someone then just come right out and tell me he is gay. I mean I didn't even want to do it at that age. I just did just because my mother was dying.

Did I influence him to like guys? I don't think so.

Maybe me and Colton should go up together?

"Come wit me bubby?! PWEASE?!?" He asked me. I nodded and he beamed at me.

I walked up the stairs and knocked on his door. "Go away, Colton." Dang, he knew me too much.

"It's not Colton." I told him. I leaned against the door with Colton still in my arms.

"W-what do you want? Do you h-h-hate me?" He asked, stuttering.

"I will answer those questions, if you open the door." I told him. I set Colton on the floor and grabbed his hand. He was beaming with joy, maybe at getting me and Nick talking again.

Nick opened the door with tears running down his face. He jumped in my arms and wrapped his legs around my waist and arms around my neck and shoved his face between my shoulder and neck. Colton looked up at me with confusion, he shrugged his shoulders and took off running, smiling while he went.

"Can you answer my q-questions now?" He asked with a hiccup at the end.

I nodded and walked into his room with him still attached to me. I sat down with him still in my lap. He was clutching to me like a little koala.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry I pretty much ignored you. I don't hate you. Kiddo, I am bisexual. I ain't going to hate you for your sexual preferences. I love you. You and Colton are what keeps me going. You keep me living. You're my life. I gave up the stuff I wanted to do to raise you. I promised mom I would love you with all my heart and I do. You know I told mom I was bisexual before she went. She told me I could love who ever I wanted. She didn't care. It was my choice. Acceptance is a key to life. I would never hate you or Colton for what ever you guys like or hate or do. You're my brothers, I'm taking care of you guys the way mom would have wanted me to. Ain't nothing going to happen to you two. I will always be here for you. So don't think for one second I hate you or don't like you." I told him. I kissed the top of his head and smiled. I took a big breathe. "I love you, little brother."

He lifted his head up, with more tears streaming down his face, "I love you too, big brother."

"Hey, what about me?" I looked at the door the same time Nick climbed off me and looked at the door. Colton came running at me and jumped on me.

"We love you too, Colt." Nick told him with a smile.