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• Brothers to Lovers •
Adam likes Chase.
Yup, that's how it is, that's how it's always been. Although, Adam doesn't know when this feeling toward his brother started, but he tried his hardest to avoid the emotion and move on with his normal life. Sadly, Chase lives under the same roof as him.
And he's the mission leader.
And he goes to school with him.
And he's his little brother.
Adam silently groans as he stares at the clock, waiting for lunch to start. He just woke up from his nap that started once class begun. It was study hall, so there were no worries; however...Adam takes naps in all his classes.
Adam sighs as he found nothing to do. He looks around his classroom and found everyone pre-occupied with their own conversations. Adam simply finds himself staring back at the clock.
Again.
'Fifteen minutes left. Might as well think about lunch to distract me from my stomach.'
He thought about corndogs, hamburgers, pizza, Chase, meatloaf, steak —
His shoulders and smile visibly fall down as his little brother's name managed to find its way. He doesn't like when his mind wanders off about Chase. Sure, there isn't a lot of thinking up there, but recently, when the name "Chase" pops up, he finds it harder each time to get out of the mindset. He thinks about how it would feel like to put his arm around him all the time or to cuddle with him, or kiss his cheek and hold his hand.
The biggest thing that bothers him is not knowing how it feels if Chase knew about this. Would he hate him? Would he be willing to try it? But, they're siblings. Plus, Adam isn't even sure if Chase is gay — heck, Adam isn't even sure if he himself is gay.
There were a few times where he would allow himself to check out other boys, even Owen, but he couldn't get passed the fact that they didn't have breasts or curves. Plus, they don't giggle.
So, why does he even like Chase?
Before Adam could stress himself out, even more, the bell had rung for lunch, which he happily left the classroom with his stuff for.
'Wow, I never knew thinking could pass up so much time!'
Bree is a supportive sister and would do anything to help her brothers.
When Adam had told her about his confusing feelings for Chase, she was shocked and speechless, at first. But she placed her own opinions aside and supported her brother into talking more about the situation. Throughout the whole conversation, she couldn't help but feel happy that Adam might have a sympathetic side for someone. No one's ever heard him talk about dating, or any girls, or boy(s), in this case.
After the night of the conversation, Bree did notice that Adam was more playful toward Chase, but he had stopped throwing and bruising him, which Bree is happy for.
The only downside is Chase not getting hurt and making her laugh.
It was lunch time and Bree forces herself not to expect anything other than fake meat and grease dripping from it.
"Hey, Adam," she greets him as he pulls the chair from the table to sit next to her. He nods at her and immediately works his way on juggling his meatballs, chuckling to himself. Bree rolls her eyes at her brother's action and looks at her lunch. As weird-looking and green the lunch looked, she was hungry and starts to eat. The quiet between the two siblings wasn't uncomfortable — in fact, they both needed it. While Adam had been thinking about his troubles with how he feels, Bree had gained two projects, an essay assignment, and a lecture from two of her classes (the day had started, for Pete's sake!).
"Dooley in the house," Leo drops his tray near Adam's and sits next to him. Adam and Bree acknowledge him with simple smiles and went back to their own little worlds.
Leo stares at them with a plastered smile. He looks at Adam.
Then Bree.
Adam.
Then Bree.
Adam then Br —
Bree rolls her eyes and started speaking, "What do you — "
"I'm glad you asked!" he semi-yells, interrupting. He brings out two tickets of some movie from his back pocket and slams them on the table. Leaning back and crossing his arms, he smirks. Bree looks over the table as Adam stops juggling and leans over to stare down at the items that were thrown.
"Okay, what are we looking at?" Bree asks, regretting it as soon as possible. Adam picks up both tickets with his greasy fingers, observing them.
"No way!" he laughs, "They're tickets for the new movie, 'Zombie Pig Ninjas.'"
"That's right. Me and someone else will get to have a look at the greatest movie ever made." Leo says, smug-like. "And Bree, don't even ask; of course...it won't be you."
"I'm so hurt."
"I don't blame you," Leo shrugs his shoulders, forgetting that Adam has a hold of the tickets. Luckily, Bree looks at the tickets, which were now turning a shade of brown.
"Although, I may re-consider if," Leo looks at his fingers as he counts them, "you do all my chores for the next three days, give me a 500-mile-per-hour piggy back ride, voice manipulate my teachers into thinking I'm sick, tell my mom that — "
"Hate to burst your bubble, Leo, but I don't think you will be seeing the movie with someone else."
"And why is that?" Leo freezes with four fingers counted as he asks with curiosity and a confused face. His sister said nothing and motioned her head toward Adam. He follows her gaze to see —
"Adam!"
Adam looks at Leo.
Then the tickets.
Then back at Leo and shrugs a shoulder, "In my defense, it's your fault."
"How?!" Leo shrieks.
Adam chuckles and shakes his head, "I don't know, but it just is."
Leo snatches the tickets from Adam's hand and stood up, angrily walking out the lunch room, passing Chase.
"Hey, Le — "
"I'm not crying, you're crying!"
Chase's expression was baffled as he set his eyes on Leo's back as his wails cause most people in the lunch room to stare. Shaking his head, he walks to the table.
"What's with him?" he asks his brother and sister, pulling a chair to sit next to Bree.
Bree smiles and continues her lunch, "Leo was showing us his tickets and Adam, here," she turns to look at her older brother to see him talking to one of the meatballs, "ruined them with his fingers."
"Wait, tickets? Tickets to the science convention? Where did he — " Chase abruptly stops talking as Bree and Adam stare with 'are you serious?' expressions at him. With realization of who he was talking about, he clears his throat, "He...he doesn't have tickets to the science convention, does he?"
"Oh, Chase," Adam smiles at him, "No one has tickets to the science convention."
"Quiet, you!" Chase glared at his older brother before paying attention to his food. Adam's smile falls slowly falls as he stares a little longer at his brother. He realizes what he was doing and goes back to quietly juggling with his meatballs. Bree looked between the two and thought of forming a plan in her head.
She really does want to see her brother happy, but she had also promised Adam to not meddle until he can figure things out. After some thorough observation on Chase's personality, she figures that there's a small chance that he...could be...willing to like Adam.
What's there not to like?
Adam is...he...he has nice hair. Bionics. And a personality. He also —
"Wait, hold the phone." Adam had broken the silence, catching the attention of his two siblings. Holding the four meatballs in his hand, he narrows his eyes at Chase, "They give out tickets to the science convention?"
"Of course you wouldn't know, your head can only fit little information." Chase rolls his eyes.
"Chase, this is serious, do they or do they not?"
He also makes it hard for Bree to find good qualities about him.