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Nothing.

Ten cabinets, one fridge, and yet, amazingly, the boxer clad teen could find not a single piece of food worth consuming. Everything, for some reason or another, was little more than putrid within his mismatched eyes. The cereals were too bland, the yogurts too old. When was the last time his dad had went shopping? The kid couldn’t remember, nor did he care much to try. Instead, with the slam of a cupboard door, Kaz fell limply into the confines of a nearby chair.

Resting his elbows on the square table before him, he couldn’t help but release a disgusted sigh. I bet Emily could find something… The thought, whose origins Kaz could not quite place, reminded the boy how much he missed his newfound love’s company, especially in the mornings. Either he was up too early or too late to catch her the moment she was waking. It was as if his body were already trying to sabotage the only thing worth it in his life.

“Great,” Kaz laughed, only after realizing how crazy his logic was becoming. “Dating for a week, and I’ve already lost all common sense.” How pitiful Emily would think him to be, if she saw him right now, in little more than his cotton, blue boxers. It had yet to occur to the foolish teen how inappropriate his usual morning dress had become. At the moment, with a grumbling rising from the pits of his stomach, Kaz was more concerned with fixing a plate than the potential awkwardness his naked chest provided, should Emily wake. As usual, the boy’s stomach overrode his mind.
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It was yet another nasty, cold, grey morning and Rumer felt excellent. The previous week, when he'd come home smashed after getting it from an archaic homo, stealing the guy's wallet and hiding it and a half bottle of laudanum in his room, his beloved but slightly useless father had promised punishment: none was ever received. He had finally gotten off his chest his burning love for Kaz, and the homophobic goody-two-shoes hadn't exactly puked or had an anxiety attack. Or burnt him at the stake. Or whatever they do to fags. Then again, he had later tried to pass it off as purely alcohol induced, which wasn't strictly a lie- he would never have told Kaz if he hadn't been totally hungover- and Kaz had been nothing if not relieved to find that there was "nothing faggot at all" about his older brother.
Guess that's just how life is, Rumer thought, sliding out of bed. He yawned, pulled his shoulder out of the neck of his tee shirt, stretched, tousled his hair a bit so it would tangle itself out of his eyes and trundled out of his room and into the kitchen. 'O, what a pleasant surprise,' he chirped at the sight of his beloved little brother. 'Good morning Kaz.' The cold morning light streamed in through the windows above the sink and he stood before them for a moment, squinting in the horrendous light. He hated this light, it made him feel numb inside. He supposed it was sort of a good thing, dulling all the strange ecstatic emotions bouncing around inside of him for no particular reason. He'd just slept well.
'Did you eat already?' Rumer asked, tugging open the fridge door. As he leaned over to inspect the contents, it became clear that he was wearing nothing but a tee shirt: apparently, it had become his choice of sleepwear in the past year or so. His personal reasoning was that it gave him more "freedom." 'Damn, all we've got is crap. We're out of waffles,' he added with a tut, slamming shut the freezer. 'Wonder what's in the cabinets...'
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“Nah, there’s nothing.”

The weak, barely audible response confirmed the already known: Kaz had not, and would not, be having anything this morning, unless it were by the luck of some miracle. He didn’t bother to acknowledge his brother’s presence with eye contact; he’d seen his elder sibling enough times to image what he looked like this particular morning.

“You’re out of luck,” Kaz announced, slumping forward in his less than comfortable seat. His arms acted as a pillow for his head, which just so happened to fall in Rumer’s direction. The earlier confrontation of the prior week was a thing of the past, the distant, distant past, as far as Kaz was concerned. Alcohol did fucked up things to people, and who was he to dwell, now that he had Emily? “There’s nothing but dust and expiration dates in the cabinets.” Amist the excess thoughts, the lone sentence had almost been forgotten, until Kaz witnessed the continue search of his brother, along with the lack of cloth he seemed to be sporting.

“Shit!” In an instant, Kaz was up, almost knocking over the chair in the process. “Rumer, are you insane?!” A sloppy hand gesture indicated the ‘insanity’ as Kaz saw it. Apparently, there was something insane about Rumer’s man junk, or something along the lines. “You gotta wear something down there! What if Emily came in right now? You wanna scare her?!”

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O, right. That was why Rumer was feeling so good on this particularly disgusting morning. I'd almost managed to forget she was alive. At Kaz's first outburst, Rumer had jerked around to stare wide-eyed at his baby brother like a deer caught in headlights, but it took only a moment for him to lose interest. He turned back to the cabinets and rifled through them for the remainder of his brother's flustered sputterings. As they eventually subsided, he plucked a banana off a rack on the counter, slowly peeled it about halfway and turned to look Kaz in the eye.
'If Emily walked in here right now,' he said, eyeing the exposed banana hovering tantalizingly close to his mouth- he really was quite hungry, 'I'd just stay standing up straight.' He flashed Kaz a nonchalant grin and shoved as much of the banana in his mouth as he could fit, figuring there was no way he could eat it fast enough, when a thought struck him. Around the banana in his mouth and the peel drooping at his chin, Rumer managed, 'and I also wouldn't do this.' With that introduction, he threw his hands in the air above his head and did a little dance, humming through his nose to add to the affect. As long as Kaz was going to call him insane, he might as well live up to those impossibly high standards, and have some fun doing so.
How wonderful it would be if Emily did happen to walk in right at that moment. Maybe she'd be so disgusted she'd walk out of here right then and there, the hopeful young man projected, and never ever come back... It was wishful thinking, he knew, but a boy could dream, couldn't he? At any rate, if Rumer couldn't have fun with his brother, he'd have fun for his brother. Stupid stuck-up prig.
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Silence.

In one shift motion, silence permeated the kitchen. Kaz’s limbs stood still, still enough to simulate a kind of death about the teen. He couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes. Had his brother completely lost all intelligent thought? Or, better yet, was the elder of the two little more than an alien life form? It was highly probable, in Kaz’s poor excuse of a mind.

“Are you wasted?” he finally asked, not bothering to hide his disgust. “I swear, if you puke, I’m not cleaning it up.” With narrowed eyes, he dared Rumer to prove him wrong, to show that there was something else to explain his nonsense. There was no excuse to be acting like a fool, especially with Emily just a few rooms away.

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Well that was pathetic, Rumer thought as a slight pout crept across his features. His hands dropped; one returned to his side, the other took up residence around the yellow fruit protruding from his mouth and removed it so that he could actually chew and swallow. With a slight sneer at Kaz, neatly disguised by a scratch at his nose, the teenager turned his back on his younger brother, whipping around to face the counter. He spread his palms out and leaned on them, staring out the window again as he chewed slowly, thoughtfully, taking his time in order to irk the boy as much as possible.
Now he remembered why he hated this kind of grey morning. Every time he'd gotten hi, it had been a cold-lighted morning like this. Or he'd come down by a morning like this. Which was never fun. Either way, it was not a good experience. Or maybe it was- seeing as something inside of him was itching to feel that rush again. He fought the feeling: he didn't need to be drugged up to feel good. He already felt great, as he was about to inform Kaz.
Rumer set his half-eaten banana on the counter in front of him and peeked beneath his arm at his brother, frozen solid in a state of suspended disgust- like he was about to go on that faggot-burning witch-hunt- and let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in a patronizing fashion. Again, simply to annoy his brother. 'Of course I'm not drunk. It's not even ten yet.' Rumer rolled his eyes and, in an accompanying action, let his head roll back upwards with them. 'Relax, little bro,' he laughed, sliding into a junction where the counter turned a corner so there was little need to support his own weight while he nonchalantly munched his banana, 'I was just messin' with ya. I just feel really... great today. And anyway, can't ya take a joke?' But he knew the answer: Kaz could never take a joke. He was probably the tightest square on the face of the planet. Probably has the tightest ass, too, he thought, and his mind wandered in directions they should not have, particularly not in his "pajamas."

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The proceeding silence was worse than the prior.

If Rumer was attempting to piss the young teen off, it was working pretty well. The lack of an immediate response chewed at the kid’s nerves, slowing chipping away at the patience Kaz had left for his dearest brother. In an attempt to calm himself, Kaz plopped back into his original position upon the chair. “Does the time really matter?” One eyebrow rose slightly higher than the other, mostly in honest curiosity about his brother’s drinking habits. “And, for your information, you walking around with your dick hanging free and acting like a fool is hardly a funny joke.”

Maybe, just maybe, Kaz would have laughed a week ago. A forced laugh at that, but at least it would have been a laugh. Now, though? He merely shook his head in disbelief. “When are you going to grow up?” was soon to follow, ensuring that the boy had no sense of humor whatsoever. “If you ever want a girlfriend, you’re going to have to.” It was amazing, truly amazing, how a week of ‘dating’ had morphed Kaz. Not only was his sense of humor gone, but as he leaned back in the kitchen chair, he was suddenly an ‘expert’ on relationships, too.
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The little stiffy Rumer had been cultivating settled itself down as Kaz's laughter pierced his dream world. That could have been bad. He tuned in to what his brother was jabbering about in time to catch the phrase, "grow up?," which almost made him belt out his own round of laughter. He personally considered himself far more mature than Kaz. In fact, in Rumer's book, his brother didn't even know what maturity was. A person could not harbor any kind of hate towards other people for something as simple as who they love and still call themselves "grown up." Then again, Kaz could have something on him there: he was realistic. Rumer was the one who went out drinking and dicking around with his friends because he was in love with his brother. Not a particularly mature way to handle his issues, he had to admit.
In the end, he'd settle for compromise. Neither of them knew what it meant to be "grown up." Rumer swaggered across the kitchen towards his brother, wielding his banana half like a teacher's pointer and half like sword. 'You, kid, haven't the foggiest what it means to be "mature" or "grown up." And for the record, I don't ever want a girlfriend,' he added, jabbing the half banana at his brother's face. He'd misjudged the distance and it squished a bit on Kaz's cheek, but he didn't seem to care. He was busy wondering why he'd divulged that last bit of information. He'd worked so hard- okay, not really- but he'd managed to convince Kaz that he was not a fag, which, strictly speaking, was not true. That just ruined it. After a moment's hesitation, Rumer brought the fruit back up to his mouth, made like he was going to take a bite and said, 'I mean, 'cause I don't want to have to deal with the chaos of a family like this. I'd rather just support myself and be cool Uncle Rumer.' Then he winked and shoved what was left of his fruit, in its entirety, into his greedy mouth.
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Kaz was not amused.

He could ignore the first comment, really he could. Rumer, as much as he hated to admit it, was right. Even if he had a girlfriend, they hadn’t done much. He was still just a kid. The banana, on the other hand, brought a scowl across his face. “Goddammit, watch what you’re doing, Rumer!” Repulsed by the yellow mush, Kaz wasn’t no time in wiping it free from his cheek, and onto his boxers with his right hand. The mention of a girlfriend was far less important than the banana mush, thought Kaz caught it all the same. In clear interest, his eyes settled back onto Rumer’s face.

“What? That’s just stupid. If you do that, you’ll die a virgin. I mean, girls want commitment and all….” The label ‘fag’ had yet to enter Kaz’s mind. Instead, the typical dick-centered logic took its place. No wife, no girlfriend meant no sex, and who could live without it? Clearly, the older teen had not thought the situation through.
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At Kaz's obvious naivety, Rumer finally gave himself over to peals of unbridled laughter. For a good minute or so, he allowed himself to sputter through banana, unchecked and uncaring towards his brother's feelings. At last he managed to gasp through hearty chortles of gaiety, 'You're so innocent, Kaz...' Another bout of laughter. 'You think I'm a virgin still?' Finally he straightened himself and pulled out a chair at the table. This felt like time to educate his brother. Kaz was at a very difficult point in his life- first girlfriend, probably first time he'd ever even touched a girl, poor thing- and so he was confusing his values with reality.
'Kaz, bro, we gotta get things straight. I realise that, in a perfect world, you're deeply in love and married for two or three years before you decide to have kids and then finally have sex for the first time. But in reality, that is not what happens. In reality, people fuck people they aren't even dating.' Without even realising his actions, Rumer reached towards his brother and took his hand in a reassuring manner. 'In reality, Kaz, people fuck people they don't even know. I want you to understand that it's all right to be sexually active. You just need to make sure you protect yourself and your partner, whoever that ends up being. Make sure you always use a condom. Make sure she's on the pill, if it's a girl. Use spermicide or a plug. Ask them if they have any diseases- o, always always ask if they have diseases. You don't wanna go do some dirty person and come home with syphilis, that's disgusting. You get these really nasty- hmm, never mind.' Rumer fell silent, just gazing into his brother's eyes. O, the idea that his brother was thinking about sex... And girls. Damn it.
'Well. And anyways,' Rumer finished, realising he had been holding Kaz's hand and dropping it like a ball of tape worms, 'if you ever need any rubbers or lube, I've got plenty. I also know this place you can get tested for ten bucks, no questions asked...'
He trailed off, not sure where to go next. He'd launched into the talk, not sure how to end it. He was eager to talk about sex, up until the point when he realised that the affection would not be directed towards him. Ever.
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One illusion shattered, one million to go.

For the first few moments of Rumer’s sex ed speech, Kaz took on the appearance of a dear caught in headlights. He was still processing the fact that not only had his brother gotten wasted, but apparently he was scoring chicks, too. The idea that girls would fuck without commitment was something new to his still-developing mind. Secluded in his own little world, he never noticed the clubs where sex always followed the drinks.

Luckily, Kaz gathered his senses just in time to catch the end of Rumer’s darling speech. He wasn’t sure if he should thank his brother, or chew him out for not waiting until he was at least 18. “Um,” was the best he could manage, still sporting a confused expression. “R--Rumer, why--- … how do you know so much?” The question drifted for a moment, before Kaz realized he didn’t want the answer. “Never mind,” he corrected, as quickly as possible. Instead, a more serious question followed, one he felt the need to ask. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

He gave the question time to settle, before following up with, “Alcohol, sex--- What else are you doing to yourself?”
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A smug grin spread across Rumer's face in response to his brother's initial query. While he wasn't given time to respond, he silently answered: experience. That gave him reason to be proud of himself, at least for the time being. I am rich with life lessons, and with life lessons comes wisdom, right? So I am wise, and wisdom translates loosely into maturity. In a round-about way, Rumer had patched up the holes in his self-esteem and re-inflated his ego. By reassuring himself of his "adultness," he could continue to do the things he did without questioning his motives or whether his actions were necessarily intelligent.
However, his patches didn't hold for very long. Kaz's follow-up pretty much obliterated all the patchwork Rumer had been doing over the past week or so. The young man stared at his brother, dumbfounded for a minute at the very least. ...wrong with me? Was there something wrong with him? Did most people consider having sex- a perfectly natural human process- doing something to oneself? What about alcohol? Technically he was "underage," but he was physically capable of drinking it, so there couldn't really be much harm there, could there? But then, Kaz seemed to view his behaviour as somehow... self-destructive, maybe. Somewhere in the back of his mind, doubts arose.
A sharp shake of the head. 'Wron- wrong with me? ... There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a perfectly normal young man.' Rumer eyed Kaz sharply and, as usual, turned the situation back around to make Kaz the bad guy. 'You're the one I worry about. You're not like other kids. You're so... sheltered. You rarely leave the house. You bring in weird people off the streets, and dad lets you keep them. You don't know the first thing about sex or booze or drugs or anything. Who knows what could happen to you if you were out there,' he said, gesturing grandly towards the window, 'all alone. Someone could take advantage of you, make you do things you don't want to do. Someone could hurt you. And you'd never see it coming.' Rumer let out a quick breath in a loud, irritated sounding huff. 'You think I'm the one hurting myself, but your desire to stay ignorant is only going to bring you down.'
The dark-haired teen ran a hand through his curls, tousling them out of his face and pushed away from the table. Glancing off to the side, he muttered through his teeth with an exhale, '...you fucking prig...,' and rose to his feet. Kaz had him on edge. His good mood was gone, and all that was left was the cold light and the itch.
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Insulting his ignorance was one thing, but Emily was another.

“Why in the fucking world don’t you like her?!” There was no containing the explosion that rippled through Kaz. All at once, he was standing, the chair knocked over somewhere in the process. At his sides, two perfect fists formed, ready at any moment to lash out for whatever they could reach. “I don’t get it! She hasn’t done anything to you, but you treat her like a dog!” It was bound to happen eventually, the words that freed themselves from his lips. He’d caught the multiple looks Rumer had given her, especially on the first day. It was disgusting, the amount of hatred he had for her.

“Are you fucking jealous or something?” Their entire prior conversation would say otherwise, but at the moment, Kaz wasn’t in a listening mood. Facts, logic, statistics--- the lot of it could all go to hell, for all he cared.


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And that was that. Rumer exploded. In an instant, his posture mirrored Kaz's, hunched forward, fists raised, ready to strike. 'Fuck yea I'm jealous,' he spat, wildly tossing his head. Spontaneously, a leg lashed out at his chair: it clattered the short ways across the room and into the cabinets with a splintering noise. 'My whole life you barely talk to me, just "fucking homo parents" this, and "fucking homos" that; two days and you're dating that little ho-bag. What's so fucking interesting about her? She's like, constantly PMSing and a total whiner- what's she got that I don't got?'
Rumer's fist slammed down on the table before him as he took a step closer to Kaz. His other hand closed around Kaz's bare arm. 'What is it about that little skank that makes you like her so much? You don't even fucking know her and you have her like, living in our fucking house. Damn it, Kaz, people date for years before they move in with each other. So tell me, why? Why her? Come on- tell me.' By the last few phrases, Rumer's voice had reduced itself from its previous commanding tone to a somewhat pathetic whine. However, this subject was just of too much import for him to care.
He could almost smell the tension in the air. It was as if some sort of static electricity was being generated between the two bodies in the room. If anyone walked in at that time, they would have been shocked- in more than one sense of the word.
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He should‘ve been scared.

Rumer was older, not to mention probably more experienced, than Kaz. The smart thing to do would be to back down and walk away. Yet, he couldn’t. Every goddamn muscle in his body was tensed and waiting, just waiting for the signal to jump the opponent--- Rumer. “Why would I want to talk to someone that only cares about booze and sex, apparently?” The words were spat like venom from the younger of the two’s mouth. Fire was already burning in the depths of his eyes, his soul. “She’s not a ho-bag or skank.” Oh, how badly Kaz wanted to beat the shit out of him. How good it would’ve felt, just to break his nose in. If only marks wouldn’t be left…

“She’s more than you’ll ever fucking be, Rumer. She’s sober and I bet a virgin, to start.” There was no way for him to explain, properly explain, what it was about Emily that set his heart aflutter. The most he could do was give the minor details, the ones he truly didn’t care about. “You better start treating her decent, or I will take you the fuck down.”

An empty threat. It was all he could offer, all he had, and yet, in all truth, Kaz was more than willing to fulfill it to the best of his ability.
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