Two Brothers

Chapter 3

Tyler's P.O.V

After me and Lucas's little chat we decided to play video games. We decided to play 2K15 on the PlayStation 3 before we had to eat.

He chose the Heat, while I chose the Chicago Bulls.

The score was 70-68 in the third quarter with him in the lead. Just when he was about to shoot a three when my mom kicked the door down with a spoon in her hand and an apron on. Dad was behind her scratching the back of his head smiling sheepishly.

"Tyler Riley Scott and Lucas Dylan Smith! I've been calling you to for the past hour to come down stairs and eat!"

Me and Lucas looked at each other with fear.

If its one thing we've learned together is to never make my mom have to ask more than once.

We learned that the hard way when we were 13 and we got into a fist fight.

We broke each others hand.

Flashback

"I'm going to ask one time and one time only. What happened?" She said calmly but dangerously angry.

We stayed silent both of us not wanting to tell her why we fought.

"Fine. I'm not going to bribe it out of you but you to will have a punishment."

"But I don't even live here." Lucas said.

"Well until your father gets back from his business trip you do. Now your punishment is to hug each other and every five minutes you have to say I'm sorry and I love you."

"For how long?" Tyler said.

"Until I say so. And when I know you two have learned your lesson."

We sighed and did as she said.

End of Flashback

"Sorry mom." I said.

We went downstairs and ate mashed potatoes with gravy and fried chicken.

As we were eating someone knocked on the door.

"I got it."

I got up and walked to the door. I opened the door to see my brother drinched in the rain.

"Dude how long have you been out there. Your going to get sick." I said trying to pull him in the house. Trying.

"Is Luke in there?" He said with a worried face.

Since when does he get worried about my friends.

"Why do you care?"

"Because his brother is my best friend, who is like a brother to me which makes him my brother. Plus ix just went over their house and his dad is miserable without him. Michael is blaming his self for him being bullied. Its like that house fell apart when Lucas runs away." He said worriedly.

I opened the door a little wider so he could walk in.

He walked in and I closed the door.

When I closed the door I thought about something.

"Mom can I make a phone call real quick?"

"Go ahead. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. I just need to call my favorite couzin." I said with a smirk.

I walked up the stairs and dialed her number.

"Hello."

"Hey favorite couzin in the world."