Quick To Blame

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"Oh shut up, Jeremy!" I shouted at my older brother as I got up to answer the door. 

"I just don't think he should be coming over when mom and dad are gone." Jeremy crossed his arms as he sat on the couch. 

"We're all adults, Jeremy." I rolled my eyes. "Vic!" I smiled as I opened the door.

"Hey beautiful." Vic walked in and kissed my forehead.

"Can I get you anything?" I offered. He shook his head, ignoring my brother.

"I just want to be with you." He caressed my cheek. I felt it brush vibrant red.

"You make me want to puke." Jeremy scoffed.

"What's your deal?" I argued, taking Vic to my room.

I told Vic to wait in my room while I went to deal with my brother. I don't need him ruining a good night.

"So why don't you like Vic anymore?" I whined.

"Stuff happened between us." Jeremy mumbled.

"Like what?" I emphasized.

"Here's the thing, we started out friends. Just...when we were filming Caraphernelia we got into an argument." He looked away from me. "We haven't been friends since." 

"Well fix it." I commanded, crossing my arms.

"It's not that easy." He sighed.

"Sure it is." I smiled gently. "Just do it, please, for me?"

"Not until he's fucking worthy." Jeremy shook his head.

"Hey." Vic walked in, slightly upset. "I'm hearing everything, you know." He looked directly at Jeremy.

"Oh great." Jeremy rolled his eyes.

"Don't start, please." I sighed, I didn't need to try and break up a fight.

"Jeremy, I know you and I are on rough terms right now, but I love your sister so fucking much. I'd do anything for her. She's smart, beautiful, caring,...just all around a good girl and I'd be stupid if I let a feud with you split that up. She's worth all the pain in the world to me." Vic explained. Jeremy's sour look lightened up.

"Vic...you're right." Jeremy stood up. "This whole thing is really stupid if you think about it." He giggled slightly.

"Yeah." He blushed.

"Just take good care of her." Jeremy quickly hugged him as his face turned red.

"My boys." I sighed happily.

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