Baby Brother

20-Emotions

*Mathew's Perspective*
I was up in my room with Dillan and his dog, Sunny. The dog sat there and watched us as we made out on the bed, his arms arms holding me close. It was a feeling I'd never forget. It was like a magic spell that couldn't be broken. So warm. So soft. His lips like angels. His hands wandering my body almost tickled, but in a good way. "I love you baby," I told him as I pecked his lips. "Love you too," he smiled, giving me a kiss back. How could he be so perfect. If only he could see me, would he still like me? I hope so.

*Nathan's Perspective*
Meanie head better be gone. I don't want him here. Especially with my Matt! He no like Matt, he bad guy. I was scared Matt liked him more than me, I don't want to lose my Bubba! You can't take him away! You just can't! They are mine! Mine only. "Bubbas you okay?" Mark asked since he was beside me. "Matt," I pout as I looked over to him. "awe baby, he's at home," he answered. "Not wif diwon?" I asked hopefully. "Why don't you like Dillon?" Joshua asked from the front, listening to Carry On Wayward. What can I say? The guy likes his rock music. Not really my style. I prefer mother goose.

*Joshua's Perspective*
I know I probably should've waited, but it upsets me that our baby brother doesn't like Dillon. Matt seemed happy with him. What was going on? I needed to know. I was quite upset when Nate didn't tell me. What was he hiding? Would Dillon tell me? I'm unsure. To be honest, I didn't know anything about Dillon. I guess I'll have to play therapy for a bit.

*Mathew's Perspective*
I detached from Dillon's lips upon hearing the front door open, followed by the dogs barking. "Guess it's time for me to go," Dillon said as he got up, his service dog getting up as well since he was just laying on the floor. "Perhaps I can walk you out," I offered, though I actually just wanted Dillon to get home safely. He laughed a little. "Sure babe," he wrapped his arms around me. "Baby," he frowned. I looked down, knowing what it was about. "Yes?" I asked, trying to play it cool. "You're getting so skinny," he squeezed my sides, causing me to flinch. "Don't worry about it," I looked away, not liking him worrying about it. "Well it's too late for that," he says as he grabbed my hand. "Let just go," I mumbled as I led him out to the front door. "We'll talk about this later," he said as he rubbed my stomach. "Please, I don't want to," I said, knowing I was breaking his heart. "I want to know you're okay," he told me, squeezing my hand. "I am, I'm fine," I told him. Dillon sighed. "Please don't starve yourself," he said before leaving. I sighed as I ran to the bathroom, locking myself in. I lifted my shirt. Why am I so fat? I can almost see my rib cage....but I still look fat. Why am I so stupid? He'll never love someone like me. He doesn't actually love me. He only likes the sound of my voice. I'm not funny or even close to interesting. I need serious help, but I don't want to bother my brothers with it.

*Nate*
I began to crying, not having my stuffie and not seeing Matt anywhere. I was sad and needed comfort. Although Marcus was trying, he wasn't the one I wanted right now. I wanted cuddles with Matthew and Cuddles, my blue dragon stuffie. I love my stuffies. I want more for my birthday. I hope I get a ice cream cone kitty one! "Baby what's the matter?" Marcus frowned as he stroked my hair, offering my paci. As much as I didn't want to, I took the rubber object in my mouth. "All better," he cooed as he pulled my blanket over me. Oh boy how he is wrong. You will regret saying that Marc. This little brat is about to have a tantrum.