Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

My hand is coming along nicely. I was right, it did cut a little. I don't even know how. My hand is purple. It's actually really sore. Either Vic has a really hard face, or I have a really soft hand. Vic probably has a hard face. That's why he only smiles once every full moon.
I sat down at the foot of a tree and tried to flex my hand. Ouch. Stupid jerk. Stupid fuck nugget. I saw Mike walking towards me. He sat down and stretched his legs out. "I can't find anyone." he told me.
"They're hiding from you." I said easily.
"They must be," he smiled. I started biting my nails when I heard Mike gasp. What's wrong with him? "What the hell happened to your hand?" Oh, the hand.
"I fell..." I trailed away.
"On what?"
"...A plank of wood?" I offered. That's kind of true. Vic is a plank.
"A plank of wood. What was it made of? Steel. All your knuckles are scratched and cut and everything."
"I hadn't noticed." I rolled my eyes.
"Seriously, what did you do?"
"I told you."
"You told me a lie. How stupid do you think I am?" Does he want me to answer that? "You know, it doesn't matter. Let's go to the nurse and get her to wrap it up so you don't knock it until the bruising goes down." Mike stood up and helped me up. He started taking me inside and to the nurse.
"You don't have to." I told him.
"I want to. Damn, what is it with everyone hurting themselves? First I get back from LA and find my brother with a black eye. Now you."
"Hmm weird." I might as well be a double agent.
We went to the nurse and Mike waited in the corner as she wrapped my hand up. She bandaged it up and questioned me. I told her it was the plank. I think I'll be sticking to that story. B would say it was stupid. She says all my stories are. But her English accent is stupid. She thinks it's good. It's not.
After I had a free period. When we reached outside Mike broke away from me saying he had to sort a few things. I'm not sure where B is. So I went to a diner not far away. I went inside and up to the first floor. It's so quiet up here. I sat down and looked in my bag and found the letter Dad had sent me. He's not too good with the communication thing. That's why his letters are always pretty long. Half a page long! I opened it and my eyes went over it.

'To my Nelly Welly,

How are you? Are you still falling over? How's your wooden leg?

Germany is spectacular as always. I sent you some more biscuits, but your mother possibly hid them again. Don't let her. Just because she's no spring chicken doesn't mean you can't eat your favourites. It's been nice and chilly here.

Is everything with that fish brain over? Just let me know and I'll fly back and give him a good seeing too.
Hope you're well, Nelly Welly.

Dad xxx'

Maybe that's where I get the odd nicknames from. My dad isn't really normal. That's why I came here. I need to have quiet when I reply. I get easily distracted. I got out some paper and a pen. I set it down and started thinking. To Dad is probably a good place to start.
But then I heard yelling. I hate yelling. "Don't you walk away from me!" Wait.
"And why not?!" Oh no. I know those voices. They're getting closer too.
I ducked under the table just as Vic and Mike walked up the stairs. Mike looked around and Vic pushed him further in. From my hiding spot they can't actually see me. I have a perfect view of them though. But I don't think they too bothered about me, they both look pretty mad.
"I can't believe you," Mike hissed. "You're so stupid! You're such an idiot!"
"I'm an idiot? Okay, then." Vic mocked.
"You are! You're throwing everything away, Vic."
"How am I?"
"You're not thinking. You want to know why you're losing your old friends. This is why!"
"Yeah, so what? I have new ones. Ones that actually understand what I want. That support me, which is more than I can say for you." Vic shook his head angrily. I should probably get out before it gets too heavy. My legs seem to be broken.
"People don't understand you better than I do! They never will! All these changes and all the stuff you want... You still don't have a girlfriend. You don't date. Girls want guys to be brave. What you're doing isn't brave, it's stupid."
"You think this is what it's about? Then how about we talk about you and your girls," Vic spat. "You have no trouble getting girlfriends. What do they base it on? Your looks. That's the only reason they're with you. You're this and that and so fucking perfect but without your pretty no one would even say yes." he rushed.
"This isn't about me and you know it," Mike snapped. "It's about you. You and how you're throwing everything away to earn no money. You think I don't get your dreams? I do, fuck I do. I want to be a big rock star but I'm sensible about it. I know I might not make it and need a back up plan. You think I like what's going on? I hate it."
"Why aren't you just happy?" Vic yelled. "You're the favourite now! I'm the big failure who everyone was so proud of. I was the first boy in the family to go to college, but I failed."
"You think that? If you were actually trying... Doing something then they wouldn't care. If you had a job like Dad with the music on the side they'd be happy. Disappointed sure, but happy. But you're not. You're just sat at home doing nothing, going out late at night."
"I'm trying! I'm trying, Mike!"
"You're not trying hard enough!" he snapped. "Have you even thought about how much pressure is on me now? You're supposed to be my big brother. I won't get into college and everyone knows it. You could screw up until the day you die and you'd still be the favourite. I might be a mamma's boy but you'll always be her boy." Mike said desperately.
"I never knew you felt like this." Vic muttered.
"Why would you? It was Vic this and Vic that. I mean, you have your own shit, I get it. But you never spoke to me. I could have helped you, we both want the same thing. We could be working together." Mike said softly.
Maybe it's a good thing they're having this talk. They need to talk about their feelings, guys never do that. It's healthy.
"You don't understand," Vic finally said. "You don't know what each day is like and you never will."
"What about each day for me? Why is it all about you? I want to understand but you need to wake up and realise that you're not in some tv show or movie or book. It's reality. In reality you're not everyone's everything. Wake up, I'm hurting too!" I always knew that Vic was troubled. He's been in some really dark, lonely places. But Mike I never even considered. He is troubled, just as much as his brother. But he hides it so well. When he takes his mask off you can really see what he's like under the surface. He's scared and alone and terrified of losing his brother.
Vic glared at Mike. "Well then I'm just a shit brother then." he said through gritted teeth.
"I never said that!" Mike exclaimed angrily.
"You're thinking it though. I know it. Just say it!" Vic yelled.
"You still think this is all about you, you selfish bastard!" Mike almost screamed.
"I'm selfish?" Vic spat. "You prick! I can't believe you're my brother!"
"It's not by choice!" Mike yelled back. Can't they just go back to talking about their feelings? I was much happier with the heart to hearts. Now I'm kind of nervous. Vic pushed him and Mike pushed back. Then they took a step forward getting right into each other's faces. They wouldn't do it in a diner, right?
"Do it then." Vic threatened.
"Don't try me." Mike spat.
"Go on then."
"I'm the one who never backed away from a fight. You on the other hand..." Mike said nastily. I never knew he could be like this. He was always smiling and charming. But right now he didn't look like himself, she looked cruel.
I couldn't watch anymore. I got up and looked between them. "Stop." I begged. But my voice was small, like a tiny mouse. I ran in between them. "Stop it right now!" I screamed, somehow finding my voice. Each of my hands were on the boys chests. I could feel them breathing heavily underneath my palm. "Please." I begged weakly, being the only thing stopping them from really having it off.

Notes

Hey! Drama drama drama. What did you think? What do you want to see happen? Favourite line? To be continued, drama and hilarity will commence :)