I arrived at Laughlin's house, only to hear yelling from my friend as I pulled my suitcase out of my car. When I knocked on the door, the yelling didn't stop, mainly because Nick was the one who opened the door. "Hiya, Elliot!" he said happily before opening the door wider for me to come in. "Laughlin told me you were staying."

       Laughlin was still yelling from one of the bedrooms, and I heard Munro yell back at him.

       Laughlin's grandma sighed as she walked over to me. "I apologize for the two of them," she said. "They've been at each other's throats for a few hours now."

       "Thanks for letting me stay, um......" I didn't know what to call Laughlin's grandma.

       She smiled. "You can call me Lisa." She glanced in the direction of the yelling and sighed. "I've been trying to tell them it's time for dinner, yet they won't come."

       "I could try," I offered.

       "Laughlin doesn't like to listen to anyone," Lisa said. "You can try, though. It would be a miracle if you can get him  to stop the yelling."

       I left my suitcase by the front door, then followed the sound of the two boys yelling. They were standing in Laughlin's room,  but I had no idea why they were yelling. I stood there for a bit, listening in on their conversation before finally clearing my throat.

       They both looked over at me before yelling again. I groaned and walked over to them. I stood between them, facing Munro. "Go eat dinner," I replied, but he just stood there. "Go."

       Munro muttered something under his breath before leaving, something along the lines of an annoying brother. "What are you doing?" Laughlin asked. "He's being a pest!"

       I turned towards him and crossed my arms. "You need to calm down. He needs someone there for him and it doesn't help when his older brother is constantly yelling at him."

       "It's tough love," Laughlin replied.

       "Laughlin," I said, "he doesn't need tough love. He needs someone who will talk to him instead of yelling. It doesn't matter if he's irritating you. Please just calm down around him."

       Laughlin sighed. "I can't promise anything, but I'll try."

       "Good," I said. "Your grandma has been trying to tell you it's dinner."

       The two of us left his room, Laughlin heading to the kitchen and me sitting on the couch. Laughlin sat down beside me a few moments later with a bowl of spaghetti. "You're not hungry?" he asked. I shook my head in reply. "Such a shame because my grandma's spaghetti is the best."

       Laughlin reached for the remote and turned on the TV, which I was thankful for because I didn't have to sit there and be bored out of my mind.

       Laughlin stood up to get himself a glass of water but as he turned to go to the kitchen, Munro bumped into him, and Laughlin's bowl of spaghetti spilled all of his shirt. "Laughlin, I'm so sorry!" Munro said, and he seemed sincere.

       Laughlin took a deep breath before sitting his bowl on the coffee table. "It's fine," he said, though I could tell he was trying is hardest not to yell. "Just a stain. On my shirt. My white shirt."

       "I can easily take it out," Lisa said and without hesitation, Laughlin took his shirt off. Now, I shouldn't exactly stare at my best friend's ex-boyfriend, but I couldn't help it. His muscles were well defined. Very well defined. I tried to look away from his six pack, however it was very hard. I guess being a boxer had its benefits.

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