just a bunch of one -shots for the greatest new show out there. I don't own the characters or the show , WHAT.SO.EVER! I only own the plots and storyline of each of my oneshots.
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This is a sequel to Brotherly love, this is dedicated to ! I apologize for the long wait Snips.
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Mark POV :
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"Yea, that is enough of that". I groaned being woken up by my annoying alarm clock. Quickly pressing the off button, so it didn't wake up Ryan. He needed the rest, after the.....events that occurred yesterday. He was snuggled up to me, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, as if I'd disappear and he'd wake up alone. But he's not alone and todays the day, whoever's been bullying my baby bro is gonna regret it.
Thankfully mom was gonna be out of town for month. But, I'll have to tell her about ryan's self harm, she deserves to know. But, just thinking about how much pain he had to be in, to cut himself. It....it makes me feel helpless that I couldn't help him sooner. He was suffering and I didn't even notice.
'Yea, you were to concerned, with being Mark Walker' my conscious jabbed at me.
As much as I wanted to argue...with myself. Its not like it hadn't made a valid point. While he silently cried out for help, I was to concerned with my image and being 'Mark Walker'. But that ends today, I'm going to be less self-centered and be there more when he needs me, like the big brother he deserves.
"Mmm.....what time is it"? Groaned my little brother, snapping me out of my negative thoughts. He was still a bit pale, from the blood-lost but he was starting to look better. "Its 5:35am, come on we gotta get up if we want to be able to eat and get to school before 7. You can sleep in the car". I stated. The promise of food seemed to get him up.
Soon, I felt some weight lift off my bed and the sound of his fleaing footsteps leaving my room. I took my time getting dressed, thankfully while ryan slept. I got up and made sure to hide all the sharp objects. Not taking any chances.
After a few minutes, I'd brushed my teeth, brushed my hair. And gotten dressed. Nothing to fancy, just a white T-shirt with a faded brown leather jacket. Paired with dark jeans and a pair of army boots. I also put on the locket ryan and mom had gotten me for my 17th birthday.
(Marks outfit, minus the plaid shirt )
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I wasn't really a 'trendy' guy, but I did know how to look nice. I headed downstairs to the fridge. Pulling out two Jimmy Dean breakfast bowls, quickly warming them up. Checking the clock it read '6:10@m'.
'Good, we still have forty minutes' I mentally summed up.
