A/N: Sorry this is so short…I'm SO tired…only running on four hours of sleep…

So yeah! This big epic chapter!

Sorry…I'm so like not enthusiastic…

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Henry couldn't believe that a week had gone by so fast. He was reluctantly packing, having some time to kill before his father came to pick him up to go to the airport where they would be meeting Natalie. He threw in just about every article of clothing he owned, hoping the suitcase would eventually close.

While searching for a shoe that went MIA in the closet, though, he crossed a few things that he'd hoped he'd never see again. The first that stood out like a green sore thumb, was his old bong that he bought from some head shop downtown when he was fifteen. He vowed that he would never trespass into the realm of drugs again. Not after what happened to Natalie. Quitting was a rough journey, but he told himself, if Natalie could do it, then so could he. And it seemed to have worked.

He threw the bong aside to get a better look at the next item he had seen. He picked it up gently staring at it for so long that he lost track of time. It was an old family picture from before the divorce. Everyone looked happy. His parents were happy, his sister was happy, and even he was happy. But looking back on it now, he could just tell that the happiness was just mask. His parents hated each other's company. He felt so disgusted with them, looking at the picture again. How could they hide from their children for so long? How could they have their family live a lie like that? He just threw the picture down angrily, not wanting to look at it again.

He just sighed defeatedly. He couldn't go through with this. He wasn't going to be able to face his father again. He wasn't going to be able to accept that this is how his life has been and how it will continue to be. He dropped his head into his hands, completely giving up. He heard a beep from outside, signaling that it was his father, waiting for him to come down. But as he lifted his head, the first thing that came into his sight was the bong. It had never looked so tempting before. He knew he promised to stay away from the drugs….and he always kept a promise…But this was different. He was going to suffer. For a whole month. So he assumed that it was ok. Digging deep into his closet, his hand finally brushed against the bag containing his old stash, still good by the look of it. Shaking his head, he dug it into the bottom of his suitcase and quickly made his way downstairs.

Roger couldn't believe that today was the day. He was finally gonna meet this brother of his. He honestly couldn't care less, but Mark was making such a big fuss about it. He had been tidying up the loft all week, preparing for their visitor, giving him the nickname 'Mighty Maid.' It didn't even look like the same loft anymore…

"Mark, seriously. Calm down." Roger complained. "I don't think anyone's gonna care if the window's aren't spotless."

Mark rolled his eyes and continued scrubbing the window. "You have to remember, Roger, that he's a teenage boy. He's not like you and he's not like me."

"So you're saying he's straight?"

"I thought we talked about this 'no gay jokes' policy before…" Mimi scolded, walking into the room.

"Sorry…" Roger apologized, grabbing her by the arms, pulling her in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

She suddenly began to smile, looking around the room. "Wow, Mark…this place looks incredible."

"Why, of course. It was job for none other than Mighty Maid." Roger teased.

"Shut up…"

All of them (expect for Mark of course) just began to laugh, enjoying the moment while they had it. But they were soon interrupted by a loud knock on the door. All three of heir stomachs dropped. This was it. This was the moment they had been waiting for. The three of them rushed to the door. Mark went to open in, pushing Roger in front of him as the door swung open. Standing there was an older man whose graying hair was receding, a young boy who looked like he was being led to his death, and finally…a girl?

"Hello, Roger…" the man, Mr. Davis, said, embracing his newfound son.

"Hey, Mr. Davis…"

He pulled out of the embrace and reminded him, "I'm your father. Just call me Will." Roger nodded, still feeling awkward about finding his long lost father. Mr. Davis smiled as he gently placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Well, I bet you've been dying to meet you brother haven't you?" Neither of the two looked particularly enthralled, if not suicidal. "Henry, this is Roger. Roger, this is my son Henry…and his girlfriend…" he sort droned off as his eyes fell upon the girl. "Well, I have to go meet up with your mother…I'll talk to you too later." and with that, he quickly left, slamming the door shut behind him.

There was a dead silence between everyone in the room. No one said a word. Already sick of what was going on, Mark decided to but in.

"So, you're Henry…"

Henry just gave him a look that said 'no shit.'

"Um, I'm Mark. I'm Roger's friend. And this is Mimi, his girlfriend."

Mimi looked a bit pissed, not wanting to be dragged into this. "It's nice to meet you, Henry and…hmm…" she just stared at the girl for a moment. "Sorry…didn't seem to catch your name?"

"Natalie…" she said sort of calmly, a bit embarrassed for her boyfriend and his brother for acting so childishly.

"Well, um, we weren't expecting you." Mark sighed a bit. "I don't know where you'll stay…"

She just shrugged, "I'll just stay with him."

"What?"

"Yeah, we can share a bed. It won't be a problem."

The rest of them just stopped at stared at her like she was crazy or something. "Really?" Mimi asked, trying to hold back laughter. "You two are messing around?"

Natalie soon became just as silent as Henry, leaving Mark to scold. "That is a personal question!"

"So what? Maureen does that to me all the time…"

"Yes, but you're not Maureen, are you?"

"Oh, you wish…"

"Um…" Natalie piped up quietly. "I think we're gonna go unpack now…" Mark nodded and quickly showed them to their room, Natalie slamming the door shut right away.

"Oh…my…God…" She threw her bags to the ground and just fell onto the bed. "That was…embarrassing…"

"Did you see the way he treated me?" Henry mumbled quietly.

"Your brother?"

"My dad…"

"Oh…" he went to sit next to her as she wrapped her arms around him. "Sweetie, I'm sorry…"

He just stopped and threw her a confused glare. "You called me sweetie."

"Shut up…I'm trying to be comforting…"

He nodded and just let her comfort. "You think he hates me? My brother?"

"How can he hate you, Henry? You two haven't even said a single word to each other."

He just shrugged and admitted, "I dunno…people just have a tendency to hate me."

"Well, I don't hate you…" she murmured, kissing his neck passionately. He could just feel his entire mind clearing. The harder she kissed him, the more relieved he got. As the passion went up even more she just asked him, "So…about that messing around…"

And that was where he drew the line. "No. Not now…"

"Why not?"

"Because. It's just…weird. I mean, this is my brother's house…"

She just scoffed and sort of chuckled. "So you're gonna go sexless for a whole month even with your girlfriend sleeping in the same bed as you just because your brother lives here?"

"I mean…"

She just composed herself once again, completely turned off. "It's ok…Well, I'm gonna go talk to these guys for a bit. I'll leave you alone. Are you ok with that?"

He just nodded, getting slightly more excited when he heard she was leaving. He'd be alone… "Yeah…just go…"

She waved slightly, throwing him a small smile before walking out the door. He quickly locked the door and ran to his suitcase quickly digging up a joint that he lit right away. He could honestly say that the pot never made him as relaxed as it was doing now. He knew he would probably regret this later and that Natalie could probably smell the smoke from a mile away. But right now he needed an escape…and this was the only one.

A/B: Duhn, duhn…zzzzzzz…..

Oops. Sorry…

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