For whom love leads ch.1
Could he do it! could he stand his own brother rejecting him?<br />
Brendan Shaw has a crush. But, not just any crush. A crush on his own brother. Could he withstand rejection from his own flesh and blood?
or, will he and his brother live happily ever after. Only time will tell.
I watched him lying in his bed curled up under the blankets, his soft, fur covered head lay motionless on the sky blue fabric of his pillow. Every breath that escaped from his muzzle was deep, heavy and shallow suddenly he spoke, "I know you're there," he rolls over and locks eyes with me, I jumped! "I-," I stammered loudly "Shhh!," he put a hairy finger to his lips signaling for me to be quiet. "Come here, now!," he whispered arching his finger pulling it in and pushing it out beckoning me toward him, I slowly crawl toward him stopping just before reaching his bed. "What are you doing?," he asks me"I was watching you sleep," I confess honestly "Why on Earth would you-?," he begins to ask me but stops himself "You know what, never mind get you're behind up here and go the "F" to sleep," he whisper - shouts. I stare back at him, "Now!," he whisper - shouts again so, I crawl into his bed and lay beside him "Not here! Over there! you- *sigh*," he whispers pointing his finger to the other side of the bed I climb out of the bed and walk to the other side.
I silently crawl back into his bed and continue to watch him sleep, let me introduce myself my name is Brendan Anthony Shaw I'm sixteen years old. I live in Cleveland, Ohio with my older brother Michael; you may be asking where are our parents? well they live in Nashville. Long story short is that our parents abused Michael when he was younger so when he turned eighteen he left home and took me with him to make sure that the same thing didn't happen to me. Michael on the other hand is twenty - one has a job but no girlfriend, he says that dating would cut into his work schedule and that he has no time for "such things" but I think he's just afraid. Michael is also Australian, (weird huh?) he's actually what the Aussies call a "Sea Otter", Michael is sweet and kind (to me at least) but he can also be kind of you know pissy. I awake a couple of hours later to find that Michael isn't laying beside me anymore, I charge down stairs "Michael!," I shout "Michael!," "I'm in here," he shouts back; I walk into the kitchen where I see Michael reading a newspaper.
"How'd you sleep mate?," Michael asks "Good," I say but inside I'm sqeeing "I'm cooking breakfast, what'd you want?," he asks "Uh, French toast," I reply Michael looks up from the paper, "Good god mate, get yer arse backup stairs and put on some god damn clothes on before I rip y'a one!," Michael shouts at me. I run back up stairs and slip on a pair of Michael's boxers (I find them more comfortable then my own) and head back down stairs, Michael is flipping the french toast when I walk back into the kitchen "Oy, I said clothes not my boxers," Michael says "They we're right there," I retort Michael looks down at me. "Fine, you can wear my bloody boxers only for today," Michael says, "I can? Bloody hell!," I exclaim; Michael smacks my right cheek and looks me in the eyes "Don't you EVER say that again!," Michael roars "Why? Its not bad here," I shrug it off "It may not be here in America, but in other countries it is and I won't have you saying it."
I lunge over at Michael and hug him "I love you," "I love you too." he whispers back...