Tears or Heartbreak

Chapter Four: I See

After a challenging game of football Brandon and Christopher jumped and cheered with their teammates to their victory. They clashed helmets and ruffled each others hair, while the crowd went just as crazy in the background.

Brandon wrapped his arm around Christopher's neck and pumped his chest out proudly as the losing team walked back to their bus. Brandon smiled, "I told you we'd win. I always do." He gloated.

Christopher squeezed out of his brothers hold with a smile. It was true Brandon said he wanted to win the final game of the season, and like 99.9 percent of the time he gets what he wants. Christopher looked up at his mother who had wrapped Lia in a tight hug.

Lia smiled and gasped for air when Mrs. Willow let her go. It was a good game both teams fought for points but in the end as always, Brandon got what he wanted. Lia looked down at the field where she saw Christopher and smiled, he shot her back a playful smirk. Lia's eyebrow raised when she didn't see Brandon.

Her eyes searched the field and she saw him, he was lip locked with captain of the middle school cheer team, Nina McDowell. Blonde hair, blue eyes, bronze skin, and smooth curves. Lia rolled her eyes and hid her feelings with disappointment at least when she wasn't with Christopher.
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Brandon

I threw on a red shirt and a good pair of jeans before walking out of the bathroom.  Christopher stood by the door eyeing me suspiciously. I don't blame him though, I mean we did send him to the store for nothing. I gave a mischievous grin, he flicked me off making me chuckle lightly.

"You do know we are going to a town party not a biker bar right?" I asked him.

He laughed and pushed off the wall towards me, "And you do know you aren't going to hook up with horny strippers."

I raised a curious brow, "What makes you think that?"

Christopher looked me up and down, "You plucked your eyebrows, sprayed yourself down in axe spray, and whatever you put in your hair smells like cherries." He knocked against my shoulder as he pushed past me.

"Well its better than looking like a convict!" I yelled after him.

He shook his head, "Mom! Where are you?"

I smirked, "She's in the garage."

I followed him out to the garage, when he opened the door Mom was sitting expectantly on a stool.

I looked at Christopher who had a confused look on his face. "What the hell are you even doing in here?" He asked.

I looked at Mom and she nodded. Walking over to the far corner of the garage, I leaned against an object covered with a thin sheet. Then, I looked at my brother with a smile.

His eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly. "M-Mom..."

He took slow steps and shook his head in disbelief. With a swift tug and a shower of dust I removed the sheet.

Christopher gawked at it in shock. "What's wrong Christopher? You used to adore this thing." I smirked. Mom laughed slightly, she came next to me and rested her hand on my arm.

"I haven't seen this thing in so long." Christopher gasped.

Mom smiled, "I stumbled across it yesterday. It was just sitting there behind some paint cans and junk."

He looked at us and smiled, "This is why you guys sent me away?" He asked.

Mom nodded, "I just got tired of seeing your face." I laughed.