This story is about the Irwin family: which is Ashton, Michael, Calum and Luke. Yes they are all brothers and their parents are dead.
Ashton: 19
Michael: 16
Calum: 15
Luke: 13
Ashton's POV
I woke up to screaming coming from downstairs, listening for a second I identified it as Michael and Calum. I groaned as I sat up, sheets revealing my bare torso to the cold winter air. Even though it is winter I still only sleep in my boxers which did make getting out of bed harder but hey, it was more comfortable. I checked the time to see that it was only 8:30 in the morning which initially I thought was wrong because Calum and Michael would not be up that early during the school holidays but the same time displayed on my clock and my father's watch, which sat on my dresser for good luck. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading downstairs to yell at my two little brothers. As I walked down the stairs I saw Michael holding a box of cereal just out of Calum's reach, because even though they were almost the same height Michael had longer arms which he used to tease Calum and Luke all the time.
"What the heck you two it is 8:30 in the morning stop screaming at each other," I grumbled at them over the top of their argument. They both stop screaming to look at me; Michael with a worried look because he knows he is going to get it and Calum half relieved, half distraught.
"Ash, tell Michael to give me the cereal back," Calum pleaded walking closer to me as I leant against the kitchen bench looking a lot like an 8-year-old.
"No I wanted it and I'm older," Michael argued back only frustrating me more.
"Ash, I had the cereal first and he stole it saying he wanted it can you just tell him to give it back," Calum huffed tiredly. I pushed myself off the bench using my hips, striding over to Michael, taking the cereal from him before returning to my original spot. I looked at Michael's annoyed expression and then to Calum's tired face noticing that he had dark bags under his eyes.
"Cal, how much sleep did you get last night?" I asked him putting the cereal onto the bench behind me.
"Not much, no thanks to you," he spat at Michael.
"Me? What did I do?" Michael screamed back at him. Michael can be a bit of a hot head and 'wants what he wants' which causes him to be in almost all the arguments in the house. Calum was usual calm often resolving arguments before they start so being so ready for an argument was another sign he was tired.
"You were jacking off all night. I kept hearing whimpers and groans from your room," Calum shout back leaving me a bit shocked but apparently so was Michael because he stopped fuming.
"Um, that wasn't me," he awkwardly admitted silencing the room.
"It was Luke? He is only thirteen, what?" Calum asked confused. I stole on of the bowls the boys had out for their cereal along with a spoon and the milk making myself the last of the cereal.
"We will talk with him once he gets up. As for yous' I am having the cereal because neither of you are acting your age," they groaned giving me evil eyes as they started preparing toast for themselves.
Time skip: (still Ashton's POV)
I was still sitting on a stool at the bench checking my phone having finished my cereal a while ago when I heard shouting from upstairs. In pure frustration and anger I stomped up the stairs turning into the hallway which had my room at the end, Calum's on the left, Michael's and Luke's on the right. Calum and Michael were standing in the middle of the hallway shouting at each other, Calum holding a t-shirt.
