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Greg really doesn’t know how he ended up like this…okay he DOES know how he ended up like this but that doesn’t matter right now.
Okay, maybe it does, so let’s start from the beginning.
When the alarm blared right next to Greg's ear, he felt his heart jump out of his body for a second before he grabbed his phone. As he looked at the screen of the electronic device, which was still blaring loudly, he squinted his eyes at the bright light and pressed the snooze button.
He quickly realized his mistake and turned off the alarm on his phone and slowly got up.
It was 6:30AM.
He groaned when he realized he set the alarm wrong. Now he was up an hour before he really needed to. He dragged himself towards his closet and quickly looked through it for an acceptable outfit that he could wear to school.
When he finally found a black band shirt, that was probably Rodrick’s before, and a ripped Jean before closing the door to his closet and heading back towards his bed.
He threw everything on the bed and began to change leisurely with the extra time and all. Once he was finished he checked himself in his mirror to make sure he looked fine, because he was not Rowley and he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of his classmates.
After he made sure everything was fine when opened his door and made his way downstairs. Nobody seemed to be awake yet, which Greg found strangely relieving. He stepped to the cupboards and opened it, only finding some dry, tasteless cereal and some baking materials, with a groan he closed it and went to the fridge.
When he opened it he saw some butter, meat, mayonnaise, yesterday’s food and milk. He quickly grabbed the meat and the butter and went to search for bread. It didn’t take long for him to find it and when he did he made himself 3 sandwiches. 1 for now 2 for school.
Just as he was about to put away the materials he used, he heard light footsteps from upstairs. He froze up for a second for some reason, before shrugging it off and continuing his task.
The footsteps made their way downstairs slowly and Greg turned around expecting Fra-Dad or Mom. Who he didn’t expect was his brother, Rodrick. He gathered his sandwiches up and fully turned towards his brother, raising an eyebrow in a question.
Rodrick just scowled at him and made his way into the kitchen as well, and slammed open the fridge door. He grabbed a container that Greg didn’t notice before, before he closed the fridge just as aggressively.
Greg just rolled his eyes at Rodrick’s antics before making his way back up, ready to listen to some music or play some video games to pass the time. Just before he left he heard Rodrick speak up.
“Twerp, I’m taking you to school today.” He didn’t say anything else as he puttered in the kitchen and the younger only felt that it was in his rights to question the other.
“Why?” Was all that came out. It didn’t really matter though.
“None of your business.” Was the answer.
“Come on Rodrick!” Whined unhappily Greg.
“No.” Said Rodrick, his movements becoming more aggressive with each passing second. Of course the younger one saw this and smirked smugly, knowing that he could get it out of the other with a bit more annoying the other.
“But Rodrick! Why?” Questioned Greg irritatingly. The older one just let out an annoyed sigh before dropping his shoulder.
“Ugh, Susan can’t fuckin’ take you to school because she has to take Manny somewhere! There, now will you stop being so fuckin’ annoying and leave me the hell alone?” Rambled Rodrick who’s already non-existent patience ran out.
Greg stood there for a bit, feeling hollow for some reason. He should be used to this already but somehow he isn’t. He just couldn’t understand why Manny was the favorite! He caused trouble and always blamed everything on him, and his parents rather believed a 3 year old than him, which was rather shocking but not that surprising.
After a few seconds the younger took a deep breath before speaking up.
“Ugh, again?” He complained. He didn’t really know what else to do at this point.
“Just shut up and go upstairs, I call you when we need to go, and hurry up or I’m fuckin’ leaving your ass here.” Explained the older one.
Greg just loudly groaned and stomped upstairs. He heard Rodrick let out a huff of breath before he closed his bedroom door. He sat himself down with a beanbag and grabbed one of his games, ready to wait.
After winning a lot and only losing sometimes, he heard his older brother yell.
“Come downstairs dumbass, we have to go!” Greg once again just rolled his eyes and got up. He gathered his stuff and made his way downstairs.
The front door was open and he could hear his brother’s truck being turned on. He closed the front door behind him and made his way to the car. He quickly threw his bag then himself in.
The moment he closed the door, Rodrick took off. Greg let out a surprised yelp and fumbled to do his seatbelt.
“Dickhead! I wasn’t even done with the seatbelts!” Complained the younger loudly. The other snorted at this.
“Next time be faster, next time I leave your sorry ass here so you can walk if you keep complaining twerp.” Answered Rodrick as he glanced at his younger brother for a second with mischief in his eyes. Now it was Greg who let out a huff and he even crossed his arms.
“Oh come on, stop being a pathetic baby, you're fine. Now grab your stuff we’re almost there” Greg glanced out the window and noticed that they were really almost there. It was strange considering when his mother drove him it felt like years. Still he grabbed his backpack just as Rodrick abruptly parked making Greg be thankful that he did do his seatbelt.
He sent a side glare to his brother but the other either didn’t notice it or he just didn’t care about it. He opened the door and before he got out Rodrick spoke up again.
“If mom’s not here by the time you finish, text me so I can come pick your sorry ass up. I’m finishing early and I’m not waiting for you.” The younger felt his eyes widen in surprise at the offer. Usually if mom didn’t come he had to walk home, so he didn’t know what changed. He glanced warily at the other but nonetheless nodded.
“Oh stop that, if I wanted to do something I wouldn’t do it in a car! It’s mine and I don’t want you to ruin it with your clumsiness. Now get inside that building already.” He said in an annoyed tone and slammed the car door before driving off, leaving dust in the air. Greg only gaped at the place his brother’s vehicle used to be in shock.
It wasn’t because his brother didn’t come with him, he was used to that ‘cuz his older brother always tended to be late to his first class, even if it’s his last year in highschool.
Rather it was because his brother offered to drive him home if their mom didn’t come get him.
This just seemed to be such an interesting day already.
He began his walk towards the school entrance, seeing his best friend Rowley, already standing there with a very childish backpack and a d&d shirt with some Hawaii shorts.
Greg let out an irritated sigh at his friend’s lack of social awareness. He didn’t really understand how Rowley didn’t feel an ounce of shame because of his outfit, not to mention his behavior. This was high school and the other was acting like he was about a kindergartener’s age.
He walked up to the other and muttered a small greeting before entering the school, knowing that Rowley would be following him anyway. He went towards his first lesson which was with Ms. Beck.
As they entered the classroom he saw some kids already being there and the teacher as well. He looked behind him and saw Rolwey smile excitedly and said good morning to the teacher. Greg still wasn’t sure his best friend didn’t have a crush on her.
He sat in the middle and began taking out necessary things for the lesson. Rowley sat right behind him and he heard the boy try to whisper to him and absolutely failed because of his loudness.
He took out his phone and checked for any messages from his parents but found none. He let out a disappointed sigh and just went onto his social media. He was glad that he got a normal phone after that piece of junk flip phone called ladybug.
The bell finally rang and the teacher stood up.
“Alright class everyone, stand up!” Said Ms. Beck, way more enthusiastically than she should be for a morning. Everyone stood up slowly and said good morning to the teacher before she let us all sit down again.
“Today we will be learning about-“ She blabbered on but Greg wasn’t really listening. He was honestly tired and just wanted to go home. He subtly looked around taking in all the familiar faces but he paused when he didn’t see Molly.
He looked around again in the hopes of spotting her but it was unsuccessful. He groaned silently in frustration but looked forward to the teacher, who was still talking.
Before he even knew it the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. He hurriedly put his stuff away and beelined for the door. Before he could take his leave he heard Rowley say his name. He debated for a second to just pretend he didn’t hear him but he decided against it. He wasn’t in the mood for the other to be mad at him.
He stopped and turned his head towards him.
“I’ll stay behind a bit but you can go ahead if you want” Rowley said and Greg just nodded his head before exiting. He made his way towards his next class, which was Piano with Mrs. French.
He sat down on one of the seats and went on his phone once again. After a while the bell rang and class began. Greg decided to just zone out as he didn’t really care about piano lessons and just doodled on his textbook.
Lesson flew by fast and he jumped a bit as he heard the bell but he gathered his stuff and left. He heard Rowley running after him to catch up and he slowed down a bit even if he didn’t want to.
His best friend just rambled and Greg had half a mind to try to listen to him, nodding and humming once a while. They walked to English and found Mr. Hardy at the desk where usually the English teacher sat.
Nobody really liked the substitute teacher because he was a lazy asshole, but at least he let them do whatever the fuck they wanted during lesson. The two friends walked to one of the desks and sat down next to each other. Rowley ripped out his phone and began texting frantically and Greg only raised a curious eyebrow.
This class went by as well and the bell rang again. Everyone just stood up as nobody really took out anything and headed to the door.
It was just one more lesson before lunch and he couldn’t wait. He was very hungry now because one sandwich in the morning didn’t really seem to fill him.
He knew his Older brother would be at the cafeteria as well, probably sitting with his group. Greg planned to avoid the other because he really didn’t want to bump into him.
Unluckily the next lesson was with Mr. Ira. He really disliked him for what he did to his comic but Rowley seemed to really like him which annoyed him.
He went to the class with his best friend still following him and when they entered the room he sent a small glare towards the teacher. He didn’t even say good morning to him, just to let him know how much he disliked him.
Greg went on his phone and once the bell rang, he didn’t put it away he just covered it up with his school stuff. On his phone he checked again to make sure at least his mother didn’t text him but he didn’t see any notifications.
Before he knew it the bell rang, Rowley and him quickly made their way towards the cafeteria. They found a small table in the center of the quite big room and sat down.
Greg eagerly took out his sandwiches but before he could begin to eat he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He turned around and saw Holly’s boyfriend. Now he was really confused. He and Molly didn’t interact a lot sadly but even when they did it was just some small talk, so her boyfriend should have no reason to come to him.
“Listen here you dumbass, you think you’re so sneaky when you try to flirt with my girlfriend, don’t you? Well guess what punk? You AREN’T! I saw you flirting with her last time you two talked and I heard it. How fucking dare you?!” At this he grabbed Greg’s collar and dragged him up. The younger Heffey could feel the hot breath on his face and he squirmed.
“Fuckin’ LET GO! I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but I haven’t been ‘flirting’ with your girlfriend. Just because your brain is so small it can’t comprehend more than sex and violence, it doesn’t mean there aren’t things called small talk!”
Greg tried to push the other off of him, but he failed. He knew he was more on the scrawny side and the other played fucking football! He literally stood no chance.
“What did you just say to me you bitch?” He spat and Greg felt like he could die from the disgust when some spit landed on his face.
“I said get your ugly ass face away from me! Are you that gay or what? Do you just not know what personal space means, because it seems like you’re so dumb you should be in fucking sixth grade, just to learn social cues and fuckin’ manners!” Hissed back Greg and glared at the other.
Holly’s boyfriend’s face was red. He was literally fuming from anger.
“Alright you twink, I’m going to beat you goddamn ass! That should teach you a fucking lesson!” With that he reared back his hand. The shorter felt his eyes widen and a small ‘ fuck ’ ran through his head before the first punch landed.
If the asshole wouldn’t have been holding him up for his shirt collars he probably would’ve fell. He let out a yelp before another and another hit landed. He tried to wiggle out from the others grip but it was very unsuccessful.
At this point everyone was surrounding them, chanting and cheering, while others recorded.
In the back of his mind Greg realized his brother could come and see this any second but he wasn’t focusing on that.
“Are you still going to talk back huh? You dumb whore! This is what you fucking get for flirting with Holly! She is MY girlfriend not yours!” The taller yelled, stopping his non-stop punching for a second.
Now Greg should know better than to still talk shit but if he was gonna get beaten up he wasn’t going down without a fight.
“The only whore seems to be you with the amount of people you probably slept with before Holly and it’s called small talk not flirting you retard!” Yeah, he dug his grave now. He already felt his cheek sting and blood make his way down his face, into his mouth.
The people around him cheered him on at that and the annoying dude yelled in frustration when Greg smirked at him smugly. He began punching him again and Greg only huffed and groaned in pain as each hit landed.
Neither of them were aware of the cafeteria door opening or the crowd quieting down. They didn’t hear the footsteps stop for a second before making his way towards them.
The people around the two recognised who just entered. Rodrick Heffey, Greg Heffey’s older brother. In the school he was one of the people you didn’t mess with and this extended to his younger brother for some unknown reason. Not that the younger Heffey knew that, he was just glad he wasn’t bullied like he expected.
The crowd parted like water as Rodrick made his way towards the two.
His younger sibling seemed to struggle but it was obviously in vain and the other guy probably knew that with that satisfied smirk on his face.
The guy opened his mouth.
“Fucking pathetic idiot, never speak with Holly or I beat you up again.” He said as if he wasn’t only beating him up because he couldn’t take any verbal attacks from Greg, a literal child, at least in his eyes. How did Rodrick know this if he only entered the cafeteria? Well it was because the fight was already filmed live by one of the people he followed online.
Of course when he entered the live show because he was bored he didn’t expect his brother to be absolutely humiliating someone this good. As he began his way to the cafeteria ready for a good laugh, he saw the probably jock grab his brother. Of course the little twerp didn’t know when to stay silent and continued his verbal attacks.
He heard the crowd cheer his brother on and laugh at his words. Of course the dude didn’t seem to like that because the beating began. Some part of the crowd chanted and the other part booed. What he didn’t see was the people in the live chat conversing with each other.
‘Tat dude is gonna get it from Rodrick right?’
‘Probs’
'Lmao i can see that he joined lmthe live’
‘That is such a brother behavior lol, wouldn’t expect it from him”
‘Rghtttt?’
‘But look at the duo, Greg is quick witted and Rodrick can back him up if someone tries to harm him!’
‘OMG, YOU ARE SO RIGHT’
‘ZYESSSS’
‘OH I JSUR NOTIVDD THAT!’
‘YOURE RIGHT!’
‘I just want to see that jock get beaten up by Rodrick’
'Yeah, he's been such an assgole since d1’
‘Same honestly’
‘That twig kid I kinda funny tho’
‘YEAH’
‘THIS IS SO INTERESTING!’
‘RUGGT?’
'Those comeback got me laivninh on the floor xd’
He made his way to the cafeteria and entered. The sight made him slightly mad but he wouldn’t admit that in a million years.
Greg who was glaring at the other was about to answer again with probably something that wouldn’t be about him apologizing. Before he could open his pith he heard a familiar voice clear his throat.
His eyes widened and he whipped his head around and saw Rodrick in all his glory standing there, the crowd parting like he was some sort of hero.
The other dude turned his head around. The older Heffey just stared at Holly’s boyfriend before starting his approach. The guy didn’t seem to be afraid of him which was just plain stupid if you asked Greg.
If he saw his brother walking towards him like that he would just straight up run away. Of course he wouldn't admit that to anyone in a million years, no way. Guess the guy was really more muscle than brain though.
When the older was close enough he grabbed the arm that was holding Greg and twisted it. The guy let out a grunt of pain and dropped the younger.
Greg instantly went behind Rodrick for some reason and the other didn’t bother to look at him, continuing with his death stare towards the guy, this went on for a second before he spoke up.
“How about you pick on someone closer to your height, you massive coward?” He sassed and the other huffed. Greg behind him rolled his eyes but this time he decided Rodrick was more fit to handle this mess.
“How about you stay out of this? It ain’t any of ya business so back off dude.” The guy said as if he wasn’t just beating in Greg’s face.
“How about you leave my little brother alone, before I shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be coughing up dirt for the rest of your sad life.” Was the answer he got.
“Fine, then I just beat you up before I continue with the twink bitch.” And wow this dude was so stupid! Rodrick was older, taller, and more experienced in fighting than him yet he still chose to challenge him.
Holly’s boyfriend went to punch the older, but Rodrick grabbed his fist and pulled his other arm back before he punched him. The crowd let out a gasp when the guy stumbled backwards, for a few seconds he was still before he wobbly made his way towards the older Heffey again. He pathetically tried to punch him again, but it was a rather sad sight when he couldn’t even stand straight.
Rodrick just tsk’d and pulled his arm back again before grabbing the dude and landing another hard punch, then he let him go and everyone watched as the jock collapsed in heaps. It was silent for a bit before the crowd loudly cheered. Rodrick just rolled his eyes as if used to this and Greg just stared awed at the other.
After the cheering died down, Rodrick yelled.
“Alright everyone, fight’s over, everyone scatter!” As if the crowd just realized that they were still in school, everyone began scrambling to their tables, grabbing their backpacks and running out the door.
The older one just looked around for a second before looking down at his brother.
“You’re coming with me twerp, grab your shit.” Was all that Rodrick said before he went to his school group. Greg, who seemed to be in shock, slowly processed his words before making his way to his table. Rowley seemed to have already left, which the other just scoffed at.
He grabbed his bag and made his way to Rodrick who’s group seemed to have left already.
“We’re going home.” The older one declared and made his way towards the exit. Greg spluttered at that before his brain rebooted finally.
“But what about mom? She’ll kill me if she finds out I skipped, and I’ll get grounded!” The younger exclaimed but he still followed the other.
“Then she won’t find out, god stop whining so much.” Rodrick muttered and rolled his eyes. They exited the school and got in the van. He started it up and in seconds they were on the road.
The silence that was present was unexplainably embarrassing if you asked Greg. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt and stared outside the window, finding the blurry outside more interesting than what was currently happening inside the car.
After a while the younger felt like he could die at this point but luckily the van stopped. Rodrick turned off the engines and got out, slamming the door behind him. Greg winced at the harshness but took a deep breath and steadied himself. He got out too, closed the door more carefully than his brother did and followed the other.
Rodrick quickly fetched the house keys from his pocket and swung the door open. Greg chose to stay silent as he followed him behind.
“Let’s head to the fucking bathroom, the first aid kit is there.” The older man muttered and went toward the bathroom. The younger let out a silent prayer for himself and allowed himself to go after the other.
Rodrick took out the first aid kit by the time he arrived. He went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
“Sit up here dumbass.” Ordered the older firmly as he patted the marbled surface. Greg nodded and jumped a bit to sit there. Of course Rodrick let out a snort, Greg sent a small glare the older’s way but Rodrick didn’t seem to care.
He grabbed some cotton balls and dabbed them with a bit of water. He reached for the younger’s face and Greg let him begrudgingly manhandle him.
Rodrick pressed the wet cotton to one of the wounds and Greg hissed. Rodrick just huffed and rolled his eyes, continuing the dabbing.
This went on for a while. The room was engulfed in silence, the only noise was the small hiss that came from the younger time to time.
Greg felt uncomfortable with the way Rodrick was acting. He honestly expected the older to make fun of him until he was burning from the shame, yet none of that came. It was strange but Greg would be a liar if he said he didn't like it.
He felt like someone finally cared for him in a way he hadn't felt a long time. Mom was way too busy with dear Manny and dad was usually being childish or a dickhead, and he doesn't even want to get started on the little devil spawn.
So if he had to be honest to himself, Roddick was probably his best family member.
Of course he wouldn't admit it even if a gun was pointed to his head. These thoughts stay strictly in his head thank you very much.
“Ey, we're almost finished, stop zoning out dumbass.” Said Rodrick with very slight amusement that luckily for him went undetected. Greg just shook his head a bit then stuck out his tongue in a very childish way.
“How very mature of you, now put that tongue back in before I put this bloody cotton ball on it.” The older said with faux seriousness but smiled fondly (of course it looked like a smirk, Rodrick wasn't that dumb) when the younger's eyes widened and pulled his tongue back at a light speed.
The taller huffed before speaking up.
“Alright Twerp, I want an explanation. Cuz when i joined the live all i was seeing was you roasting the dude to hell.” Greg gaped for a moment before speaking up.
“Wait, it was LIVE?!” The shorter exclaimed, still sitting on the marble counter now looking at the other with curious eyes.
“Of course it was live, what did you expect? Now stop dodging my question and answer.” Rodrick stated firmly, not leaving room for any argument. Greg pouted but accepted defeat.
“I was just sitting at one of the cafeteria tables when he came up to me and accused me of FLIRTING with Molly! I did not flirt with her in any way, okay! We were talking about how our day was and about that test we had. That is not flirting!” Greg rants.
Rodrick just nodded along, humming and pretending to listen to his rant but really he was just waiting for his brother to get on to the more important part.
“So he grabbed my collar and pulled me up from my seat, which is rather rude I would say, and started saying shit!” Explained the younger, waving his hands in wild gestures.
Now that part got Rodrick to tune back ready to listen to the full story. He also discreetly moved back, not wanting to be hit by the other's flailing arms.
“So he said, and I quote ‘Listen here you dumbass, you think you’re so sneaky when you try to flirt with my girlfriend, don’t you? Well guess what punk? You aren't! I saw you flirting with her last time you two talked and I heard it. How fucking dare you?!’ he talked, his voice taking on a hilarious deep voice that had the older holding back a laugh.
“And of course i said ‘Fuckin’ LET GO! I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but I haven’t been ‘flirting’ with your girlfriend. Just because your brain is so small it can’t comprehend more than sex and violence, it doesn’t mean there aren’t things called small talk!’ Now this was said with his normal voice.
It was quite impressive to see his brother quoting everything back word for word even after he got punched in the face several times. At least he had one good talent, expect from the back talk, which was also very fucking funny to him.
“Of course he didn't take a hint and that brainless moron just continued on by saying ‘What did you just say to me you bitch?’ HE CALLED ME A BITCH! What a fucking dickwad honestly!” Greg grumbled hands flying through the air and just waving as if to exaggerate his annoyance and the story
Rodrick snorted at this and Greg just pouted.
“Don't laugh! Me being insulted is not funny!” Greg whined and Rodrick just hummed not so convincingly.
“Depends, anyway continue with the story” Rodrick waved his hand as if that would stop Greg's grumble.
It didn't.
“Okay so after he unfairly called me a bitch, I think it was deserved when I said ‘I said get your ugly ass face away from me! Are you that gay or what? Do you just not know what personal space means, because it seems like you’re so dumb you should be in fucking sixth grade, just to learn social cues and fuckin’ manners!’ And of course he had to get his feelings hurt which is totally not my fault” Greg crossed his arms and shook his head.
“Yep, I see your point.” Said Rodrick goading his little brother on just so he would go on with the story. Honestly hearing how his little brother talked to someone who was taller and stronger reminded him of himself. The only difference was that he didn't have anyone in his corner to protect him and patch him up.
He was glad he could do what his parents failed to do once again.
But he will never admit that, not even in his own grave.
Greg's eyes gleamed with happiness at his older brother's approval before continuing his rant.
“He then said ‘Alright you twink, I’m going to beat you goddamn ass! That should teach you a fucking lesson!’ Liks who the fuck are you calling a twink? I'm not the one leaning in boy's faces! So yeah he beat my ass unfairly I might say!”
Now anger can be seen in Heffley's eyes and a bit of shame for getting so easily beaten up. The other Heffley just huffed and ruffled the other's hair. “Stop pouting, you did just fine for your first time.” He says as he leans against the wall opposite. Greg's eyes widen to a plate size as he stares at his brother.
“Really? You think so?” Asked the younger from the top of the counter as he looked away in embarrassment. Rodrick looked at the other fondly, not having to hide the stare because nobody was looking.
“I know so. Now continue, I want to hear what you said to him.” The older said gently and nudged the other with his hands. Greg unconsciously puffed his chest out in pride and Rodrick had to hold back a snort.
“Right, right so when he finished, he wanted to parade that he could beat someone with his big ass muscles so he said ‘Are you still going to talk back huh? You dumb whore! This is what you fucking get for flirting with Holly! She is MY girlfriend not yours!’ I'm not even in a relationship! How can I be a whore?!” He lifted his hands in question.
Rodrick just shrugged before motioning the other to go on.
“So where was i?- Oh and I did talk back because his punches were like a push!” Said Greg smirking in his overconfidence. Now at this Rodrick laughed. He knew for sure that that was not how it was. He watched the live show and saw that Greg's face literally screamed 'I am in pain!’ but this one time he would let the other bask in the glory. Just this once.
“Uhu, and what did you say?” Asked the taller, even if he already knew.
“I said ‘The only whore seems to be you with the amount of people you probably slept with before Holly and it’s called small talk not flirting you retard!’ Nobody is calling me a whore and getting away with it! Basically that's it!” Said Greg with a proud smile as he ended the story.
As if he wasn't the one that got punched in the face several times. Egotistical little shit.
“Alright, good to know. Now here is what's going to happen.” Said Rodrick as he leaned toward so he was standing straight. Greg was looking at him with these big curious eyes and he probably didn't know. Twerp.
“Susan is the only one we need to even slightly worry about, we both know Frank doesn't give a fuck about our school things.” Greg winced at that part even if he knew it was true it stung a bit to hear his big brother confirm it. Rodrick noticed the slight wince and decided to leave Frank out of the conversation.
“When Susan arrives we will have your backpack where you usually leave it but you are going to be with me twerp.” He knew he was being out of character but after watching his brother get his shut rocked he would like to make sure the younger was okay, and besides nobody needed to know the real reason.
“Now you may question why, and to answer your question it's because if we hang out Susan would be way too overjoyed with the fact that we are getting along to question everything.” Explained the older one carefully.
“But what if she questions us?” Asked the younger one curiously. The other looked at Greg sitting on the marble counter and answered with a simple.
“You leave it to me” Greg hesitantly nodded and Rodrick just smirked in triumph before grabbing the shorter off the bathroom counter finally. Greg let out an undignified and not very manly yelp and immediately latched onto the other like a koala.
Rodrick just made a mocking laugh and started towards his bedroom. Ignoring the cries of the other.
“Let's get this over with.” He said in faux annoyance and entered his room.