Dear Step Brother, Chill ➳ BMC & DEH

Chapter 01

Chapter 01
Evan's First Day
Jeremiah's Friends

"So apparently he has a friend named Michael," Evan told Connor that night right after dinner.

"Thank god that he actually does have friends," Connor thanked to the heavens above outloud. "So what else do you know about your baby brother Jeremiah?"

"So far, that's it Con," Evan admitted.

"That's it?" Connor said, straightening his back from his bed. "Go check out his room. If he hides anything under the mattress we can find out what type of person he is."

"Is the mattress part necessary?" Evan sweat dropped from the statement.

"What kind of man doesn't hide any dirty things under the mattress?" Connor questioned.

"I don't."

"That's because you're a pure sweetheart Evan, you're not like other men," Connor said, rolling his eyes.

"I-I'm not that pure."

"I agree, you're pretty dirty in bed."

"Oh god Con!" Evan groaned, planting his face into his hands to hide his face. That wasn't necessary to bring up. "Can we go back to Jeremiah?"

"Is he still over his friend's house?"

"Yes."

"Hmm," Connor hummed. "Maybe he's doing drugs."

"He doesn't look like the type."

"Eh, you can never know since like I said before; looks don't matter in the drug industry."

"C-Con--" Evan went silent when he heard a sound from downstairs. He pretty sure the sound of keys dangling and also door unlocking wasn't that good of a sign but hey most likely it was Jeremy. "I have to go now."

"Aww, again?" Connor pouted.

"I, uh, I start school tomorrow and all so I have to sleep early so I can-"

"Evan, babe, I know your brother just got home. Go already."

"Yeah so I gotta... good night Con."

"Good night to you too love."

Evan blushed and slammed the laptop down. Connor love to tease him all day and night, making him blush and all of that other weird tactics to make him go redder.

The boy got off his bed and from on top of the staircase, he could see Jeremiah obviously limping. Maybe he was the reason why he heard the thud before the door was open.

"Jeremiah?" He called.

Jeremiah jumped about a metre high from the floor out of surprise, kicking the desk next to him before falling face flat on the floor.

"Oh my god, are you alright?!" Evan ran to this baby brother of his.

"Oh Evan, sorry if I interrupted anything," Jeremiah stated, looking up at Evan from the wooden floor. The brunet then slowly tried to get up. "It's okay I'm alright just need to-- HOLY HELL!"

"Do you need help?" Evan offered, feeling bad since he was the reason why Jeremiah kicked the table and fell in the first place.

"Nah, it's okay," Jeremiah insisted, trying to get up again. He was limping before and he fell when he tried to get up. From experience, Evan knew a second time wouldn't make a change.

The younger brother took a step forward and fell again. See.

"Maybe not okay," Evan commented.

"I uh, I guess I need help," Jeremiah said in defeat. Evan could tell that he didn't like help but there were things you couldn't do without a pair of helping hands.