Baby Brother

7- Neighbor

"Siblings are just alternate versions of what you could've been"

~Neighbor above~
A week has passed since I had got that beating I still feel like I didn't deserve. Timmy was just being mean to me. He's been acting so off lately and I just don't understand why, it's as if he's upset about something, though I don't dare to ask since I'd probably get him angry. "Nate!" I heard my name being called, I'd just hope I wasn't in trouble. I ran downstairs to see the boy from next door at our doorstep. "Whats this about?" I asked as I turned to Josh. "Who are you?" I asked as I looked to the neighbor boy. "Nate, this is our neighbor, Mac Sawyer," Josh says. "Whats he doing here?" I asked him. "Don't be rude," Lukas hit the back of my head. I hadn't even noticed he was there. "Well, Tim told us what happened the other day when you came home late. We didn't want you to do that again so we had found you a date," Josh smiled a little as he looked to the neighbor, Mac. I blushed deeply as o looked at the floor. I can't believe he told. I feel so betrayed. I looked back at Mac, who seemed like a good guy. "Do wait, you forced him to come here and hang out with me?" I asked him, feeling my heart trying to escape from my chest. "I didn't force him to do anything, I had asked him and he said yes," Josh says. "Now you two have fun and don't come back here until you've had fun," Marcus said as he gently squeezed my shoulders. Were all my brothers there without me noticing? God Marcus, don't you just love making things awkward? That's when I realized he made Mac blush. "Alright you two, run along," Marcus mushed is out the door. Mac was so tall and thin, I was so jealous. I'm not very skinny and I'm not tall, not by a long shot, but seeing him made me feel like I'd just seen an expectation magazine that I somehow have to try to achieve. "So where should we go?" He asked me. I simply shrugged as I bit my lip. I couldn't get any words out. It was all stuck in my throat as if the words had turned to peanut butter. "Want me to pick?" He asked as if he knew I wouldn't speak. I nodded like the idiot I was which strangely enough, made him smirk as he led me down the road. As we continued I had noticed the strange people whom we passed. An old lady on a tricycle, a man with a hairless dog, and a guy with a giant wheel of cheese. Most would've laughed, but I didn't. I was rather more curious. That's when Mac leaned in close to my ear. "Their auditioning for the freak show that's being hosted on Saturday afternoon," is what he'd said to me. "Why would they do that?" I asked. "For money," he says as he led me in the back of the tent. We watched as a man with the longest mustache I had ever seen walked over to this short and strange looking man in somewhat of a quartet outfit on. "Why do people pay to see this?" I whispered over to him. "Because people crave the strange and unusual," he says to me, reminding me of something I had once heard in The Greatest Showman. I loved that movie, mainly for Zac Efron. Yep I'm hella gay but I have a thing for them baby blues.