A/N: I finally found a sequeal I like, which makes me totally pleased. The ending still has to be hammered out a little more, but I have the plot, I have the actual ending, and I have a lot of the middle. Just have to decide on one character, so I hope I will actually finish this in a sort of timely manner. I'll make myself!! Well, enjoy, read, review, have fun!!

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“No. No way. Absolutely not. I forbid it. No way in hell!” He whined the last word, arms crossed, shoulders slumped.

“Well then it’s a good thing I already told him yes before I spoke to you,” Satan, in the clever guise of his mother, chirped.

“You’re a jerk.”

“Honey-”

“No, don’t say it. I have denied that very fact for five years. Five years! That’s a lot of backed up denial! I am not going to suddenly decide, hey, I think I want him to fill that position again.”

Two sets of brown eyes narrowed at each other. “He is coming. You will get over it. You will both get along. Or. I. Will. Kill. You. Both,” his mother spat. If they ever wanted to reflim the exorcist movies, he had a good candidate for the psychotically possessed, right here.

He was mildly concerned at this point that he was pushing his luck, but five years of hatred coupled with seven years of bitter memories did not a cautious teen make. “I hate him. With a capital ‘h’!”

“You will hold your tongue!” the woman snapped, sounding ever so much like a stuck up school teacher from the nineteen tens. “You are both going to deal with each other this summer, and I really don’t care what it takes. I am fed up with your childish behavior. I understand that things happened between the two of you, but neither of you ever bothered to hear the other’s side of it! I don’t care if you silently hate each other, but it will be silent! There will be no yelling, punching, fighting, name calling, or pushing one another off any high surface. Do you understand me?”

It wasn’t really a question, that much was obvious, but he gave her his best sarcastic salute anyway. She whirled around on one heel and left the room in a huff.

The perfect picture of a sulking child, Jamie sat. And sulked. And brooded. And cursed his misfortune. Time dragged by as he slumped there, quite displeased with the current track his summer was taking. A track straight down to hell.

Even the ringing doorbell didn’t pull him from his unhappy place. It probably wasn’t anyone he wanted to see anyway. He didn’t move from the sprawled position he had adopted as his mother stalked past.

The fact that it wasn’t anyone he wanted to see was only confirmed as a fist rapped on his skull. “Anyone in there?” Mr. Annoying asked.

“No. Go die,” Jamie snapped, face pressed into the couch cushions, which weren’t remarkably comfortable but he would suffer in silence.

“Oh. Is that nice? I come to rescue you from boredoms clutches and this is the thanks I get? Frankly, I’m crushed.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to bother?” he snapped.

Drew sighed, ignoring the parts of the couch he wasn’t occupying in favor for sitting on his back. “Nah, she’s…somewhere? Africa maybe…or it could be China. I wasn’t really listening.”

“I really don’t fucking care. Go away!” This firm declaration was not only wasted on the other teenager, but it lost a lot of its effect due to the fact that he was being sat on by someone considerably stronger than he was, whose body weight was forcing his face deeper into the cushions grasp.

“Yeah, I figured as much. Come on, we’re going out.” Without giving any time for an objection, Drew leaped to his feet and pulled Jamie up and across the living room with him. “We’re leaving!”

“Good, bring him back in a better mood!” his mother called from somewhere. Probably the pits of hell, feeding her demon minions bits of murdered children.

He really wasn’t in the mood for going outside, where the sun beat down on the pair happily. It illuminated the streets and the grass and made shiny things glow…shinier. Why couldn’t the weather ever be in tune with his mood?

To his satisfaction, even the sun’s rays couldn’t make Drew’s rusted junk heap glow. As he consented to sit calmly in the passengers seat, which was much better than being forced violently into the passengers seat, this thought brought a small ray of inner light to his otherwise dank day.

“So what’s your problem?”

“Nothing, Dr. Phil. Leave me alone,” Jamie snapped, slumping further down in his seat. He wanted to go hope and mope, not be forced into social interaction.

“He told you then, I guess?”

“What?”

“Well, you look depressed,” Drew said.

“No, my mother informed me.” Informed him in a very rude way, very early in the morning. Really, who was ready for such news at ten o’… Jamie turned to look at his driver. “You don’t know my brother.”

“You have a brother?”

“Exactly. So how would you know that he told me anything? Because if you were at all involved in the situation, you would know I don’t speak to my brother. And my mother wouldn’t tell you before me, probably not anyway. So what are you talking about?”

Even if he hadn’t been able to follow Jamie’s logic exactly, he still managed to look paler. Which meant that there was something Jamie didn’t know. Which meant that they were keeping something from him. Which meant the world was going to end and Jell-O was going to eat him!

Okay, maybe not the last one, but it never hurt to be prepared.

“Drew,” he said, trying out a warning tone but ending up sounding rather whiny. Well, whatever worked, right?

“So…a brother? He a nice guy?”

“No. What would this mysterious ‘he’ have told me?”

“Nothing. Can I meet him?”

“No. Tell me.”

“Nothing to tell.”

“Drew!”

“Jamie, I’m not involved. I’m not supposed to tell you! He was supposed to have told you already, he said he would have. I guess he didn’t, which really sucks, because he said he would and stuff. I dunno, whatever. I mean, ask him…”

Jamie continued to look at him unpleasantly as he rambled on and on, making less and less sense and sounding ever more frantic. “Just. Tell. Me.” This time he didn’t have to fake a dangerous tone, he really felt quite murderous. And at the same time, he really didn’t want to know, because he was almost certain he wouldn’t like what he was told.

Drew sighed, taking one hand off the wheel long enough to rub his skull. “Couldn’t you wait until after lunch?” The subtext, then maybe I won’t have to be the one to tell you, was pretty clear.

“I hate it when everyone knows something I don’t, especially when it’s something that’ll probably bum me out. It’s not fair! I told you when Ashley was cheating on you,” Jamie pointed out, his look one of childish impatience coupled with deep annoyance.

“Yeah. Thanks for that one.”

“Your sarcastic tone isn’t appreciated.”

“So sorry. Look, just wait, ask Jer-fuck.”

However, Jamie looked like Christmas had come early. And left him boxes and boxes of coal. “Why? What does he know? What was he supposed to tell me? He hates me? I mean, I guess I can be kind of annoying, but still, I would’ve thought he would have told me that himself. Does he have some terrible disease and he’s gonna die? Is he dying violently? Did he get another cat and he doesn’t want me to go near it? Because it wasn’t my fault about the last one, anyone would’ve hit it if it jumped out in front of the car like that. Okay, so the car shouldn’t’ve been on the sidewalk, but we’re not all perf-”

“Jamie, shut up.”

He snapped his mouth closed, retreated into as much of a fetal position as the car would allow while still wearing his seatbelt. “Why won’t you tell me? Now I have to wonder!” he wailed.

Drew sighed, rubbing his head again. Maybe he was getting a headache. Well that was his own fault for being a secret keeping jerk. “He graduated a year early.”

“Oh.” Jamie frowned, shook his head, frowned again, and tried to come up with some kind of response. “That’s not so bad.”

“He’s going to college in California.”

Yeah, well that was a little worse. Actually that was a lot worse, if the sinking pit that was his stomach had anything to say about it. “Okay…but why wouldn’t you tell me that.”

“His friends are coming up from California for the summer, to visit.”

Jamie frowned now, his mounting depressing forsaken for a feeling of confusion. What did that have to do with anything. “So?”

“Two of his friends. The girl he used to pretend to go out with and her brother who he actually dated, was dating when he left to move here.”

Oh. Well wasn’t that majorly sucky. But still, not really the big deal he had figured. Well the college thing, that sucked. A lot. But the friend thing?

“Look, he didn’t tell his friends he was dating anyone, because they would have told his cousin who still lives there, and his dad would find out and then wouldn’t pay for college, because he thinks his son is over his ‘gay phase’. So…they can’t find out that you’re dating him.”

Drew looked distinctly uncomfortable, though if it from being the messenger, the evil secret keeping friend, or from sitting next to someone who looked ready to puke or pass out, Jamie was uncertain. “So…for the summer before he leaves to go to college across the country, his friends are coming to visit, and I can’t actually be around him because then he wouldn’t get to college. Which is across the country. And meanwhile, he can’t come to my house because the brother that he doesn’t know I have is coming over for the summer too. Is that the gist of it?”

Drew nodded, chewing on his lower lip. Jamie moaned, burying his head in his knees, arms hugging them as close to his chest as he could. “I hate my life.”

“I’ll pay for lunch then, huh?” said his oh so witty driver.

“Go die.”