Whisper

I don't understand Bryce. I don't think I ever will. I keep thinking about what he said last night. He was so sweet, and so gentle, like he had been that way before. Maybe I'm just over thinking it. It just sucks that one minute he's so caring, and the next he's back to not giving a shit. I remember his mom told me to get to know him because he's really a good guy. Then again, she did send him to live with us because of his "bad" behavior. I haven't seen him do anything remotely bad. He may piss me off constantly, but he's not a bad kid.

"Glad you're up." He says.

"That's a first." I say. He snickers.

"Yeah, and it'll be the last. I just need to talk to you about something." He says. What now?

"What?" I ask, impatiently.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he pauses. I guess I should prepare myself.

"Your brother is gay." He finishes. I stare blankly at him for five awkward second before bursting out laughing.

"Why is that funny?" He asks, seeming annoyed.

"Why isn't it funny? My brother isn't gay." I say. He raises an eyebrow.

"You don't think he acts...strange?" He asks.

"Define strange. Strange how? He's a fourteen year old boy, I think everything he does is strange." I reply.

"You are totally oblivious to everything. He is gay." He tells me. What is this guy's problem? I hear a loud thump from downstairs. Bryce stops talking for a minute to hear what's going on. We look at each other and hear someone coming up the stairs. I see the top of Peter's head as he furiously races upstairs.

"I am not gay!" He yells. He stares at us angrily before letting out a sigh.

"We never said you were, Peter." I say, calmly.

"I heard you guys downstairs you fucks. I'm not gay." He says again. I don't think I've ever seen Peter so angry about something before. I mean why was he getting so defensive? I glance at Bryce and see him trying to hold in a laugh. I roll my eyes.

"You think this is funny?" Peter asks. I see him ball up a fist.

"Oh, what are you gonna do? Hit me? Don't take your anger out on me because you're too scared to come out of the closet." Bryce says. His smile quickly fades. He opens his mouth and starts to apologize.

"Peter, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that." He says, seeming genuinely sorry. Before he could get out another word, Peter charges at him with both hands making a fist. He gets Bryce against a wall and starts punching him.

"Stop!" I yell, as I pull Peter away from Bryce. Bryce sighs as he moves his hands away from his bloody nose. Peter storms out of the room slamming our door behind him.

"Could you be any less of an ignorant fuck face?" I ask. He smirks and walks off.