Roughs

Chapter 4: The Fight

February 17th: 10:54pm

Michael laid in his bed, messaging a girl through his burner phone, as he sighed out a breath of smoke from his cigarette. A knock is at his room door, and he looks up at the noise.
"Uhm.. I'm not sure if you wanted supper, but I bought you a hamburger and fries.. I went out and used my food money to grab you some" said Chase through the other side of the door, as his stomach growled.
"Hell yea I'm hungry, bring it in" replied Michael, sitting up, sticking his cigarette in his mouth and putting his burner phone away.
Chase walked into the room, and immediately began to cough from the smoke in the room as he waved his hand in front of his face, the other hand holding the plastic plate of food.
"Do you really smoke that much..? It isn't healthy Mikey... maybe you should stop" said Chase, coughing throughout his sentence.
"Maybe you should stop worrying and let me do what I do, I've been smoking for 2 years and nothing has happened yet" replied Michael as he stood up and grabbed the plate of food from Chases hand.
He dropped the cigarette on the ground and put it out with his foot, as he began eating his late supper.
"That might be why it hasn't affected you, you've only been smoking for 2 years and it might not take that large of a toll on you that soon, but.. sometimes it can develop cancer in the future." Replied Chase.
"I said don't try and boss me around, I know what I'm doing" said Michael, a handful of fries in his mouth.
"Sorry" Replied Chase, looking at the ground, beginning to pick at his nails.
Michael sat back down on the ground and finished his mouthful of food, ready to say another sentence.
"I thought I told you to pick up some booze "
"Sorry.. I couldn't afford it, I grabbed that from McDonald's because we don't have any electricity here to cook any homemade food. I didn't even have enough money to buy anything for me to eat today, so you're having my meal. Next time I manage to scavenge up some money I'll buy you some beer" Replied Chase.
Michael looks up at Chase, once he told him that he hasn't eaten all day.
"You should try and get more money then" snapped Michael, finishing his plate and standing up.
"I'm not gonna stay here if YOU'RE going to boss me around all day about my smoking, and then you don't buy me any beer. This is fucking bullshit Chase, I'm 3 years older than you and I'm practically rich with the money I steal!"
Chase nodded in response, letting out a quiet response.
"Maybe you could use your money to help me out a bit.. maybe buy some furniture and food, maybe even cooking utensils and-"
Chase got cut off by Michael, jumping from how Michael Replied.
"DON'T FUCKIN' TELL ME TO WASTE MY MONEY, YOU CAN TELEPORT ITEMS TO YOURSELF IF I RECALL, WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER WE COULD AT LEAST!" Yelled Michael towards Chase.
Chase hesitates to respond, swallowing hard to hold back some tears. He thought that once he had found his older brother, the bulling and constant anxiety would stop, but it just got worse.
"I-I can teleport things to myself, but I don't want to do that because.. it's like stealing. I'm taking things that I haven't payed for, and even though I have that ability, I haven't practised it, so I'm still really weak at it..." Replied Chase guiltily.
"I can't teleport what I want, or where I want... So if it's alright with you I was thinking we could use a bit of your money.. just to make sure we're both fed at night."
Michael scoffed, and through out his paper plate into the plastic garbage can in his room, taking out another cigarette and teleporting a beer to himself, just to prove that he could do what Chase couldn't.
"Just get out" Replied Michael.
Chase nodded, tears beginning to form in his eyes, and he left the room, closing the door behind him.