Look I wrote more. I felt guilty about not writing for so long. But typically I'm not going to update everyday. I am a college student. I do have a job. Just not this week. Lol. So hopefully you still enjoy it. Read, review, have fun, ect.

Drew said he had things to do until that night but he'd come and steal him away from the clutches of evil when he was done. Though he didn't technically phrase it like that. Jamie did his best to stay out of the basement, watching television in the living room and uprooting his father's Sunday routine. To give the man his due, he said nothing and even went and mowed the lawn. Maybe the tension in the house was getting to him too.

Eventually, and it really was inevitable, Tristan realized his prey was not coming to him and instead went hunting for his prey. Jamie was just in the middle of watching a very awesome spongebob episode when the evil creature slimed its way into the clean livngroom. He left traces of evil in his wake. Tristan sat on the opposite end of the couch from him, sunlight from the picture window glinting off his eyebrow ring. After ten minutes of uncomfortable silence the older boy finally spoke. "Can we please watch something else"

"No, you have the whole basement to yourself, go slime down there," Jamie snapped, clutching the remote in his reddened fingers.

"Look lobster boy, I'm trying to make mom happy okay? Spending time with you without fighting. So put something else on!" Tristan growled.

Jamie rolled his eyes and shook his head. The irony of this whole fight was that he didn't really like spongebob, he just figured annoying cartoons would keep Tristan away longer.

Tristan stretched down the couch and made to grab for the remote but Jamie was on his feet, dancing away before he could. The taller boy glared at him. Though Jamie hated to admit it, if you took away the hairdye, the eyebrow ring, and the blue contacts, there really was no denying they were related. They had the same hair, the same eyes, the same face. Jamie was just bonier and shorter. And his nose was crooked.

"You want it, take it," Jamie threatened. Not really a fierceome threat he had to admit. He stepped backward as Tristan lunged for his arm again. And tripped over his mother's shoes. Before he could think about hopping back to his feet, he had been captured, one arm trapped under his body the other pinned on the ground. "Now give it," Tristan demanded.

Jamie shook his head even though it was slightly hard to breathe with the boy laying on top of him. His legs were not as secure as his arms and he whipped one knee up and into the other boy's groin. The hand around his wrist tightened painfully but this did not dislodge his attacker has he had hoped. Instead Tristan used his own legs to pin Jamie's down.

"Figures you'd go for the crotch queer." "Figures you'd like...laying on other guys...hypocrite," Jamie spat back at him. "You're in pain and you're not going to win, why don't you just give up and give me the goddamned remote"

Yes, pain. There was that. Because sunburn really didn't like this treatment. Nor did his check like being deprived of air. He shook his head again. "I'm used to...pain, remember?" he said.

Instead of decking him, Tristan sprang off him like Jamie was made of acid. "You're...you're such an asshole," mr. purple head said before disappearing.

Jamie stuck his tongue out at his retreating back while massaging his wrist. He was not an asshole. Tristan was the asshole, he always had....mostly always had been. The teen pushed to his feet, kicked his mother's tennis shoes out of the middle of the blue carpeting and sank back onto the plush couch. When he heard the tv start blaring from downstairs he grinned and switched his away from the annoying yellow sponge.

After a few minutes the grin faded and he started to sulk. "I am not an asshole"

He stayed like that, staring at the television but not seeing what was on, watching the way the sunlight played off the screen. He noticed for the first time everything in that room was blue, even the wooden furniture had been painted blue. It was kind of depressing.

So was Jeremy deciding to go to frickin California! And not tell him! Not that Jamie was the picture of honesty but he never thought Jeremy would have to find out about Tristan. Or at least he'd have more time to tell him. But didn't Jeremy think that Jamie'd notice of he suddenly disappeared at the start of the next school year. Or the two glam siblings showed up?

All his ponderings served to put him in a worse mood so that he was lying prone on the couch when his mother walked in with the phone. "Jamie, are you capable of talking on the phone or are you a zombie again"

"Mmmm," he groaned, disinterested. Probably some stupid relative.

"Jeremy called to talk to you," she added. Or some stupid jerk boy.

He made a face but moved enough to take the phone from her. Looking her up and down he paused. "It's Sunday, why are you wearing a dress"

"Your father and I are going out for dinner is that okay with you? We were going to invite you two but since you are incapable of getting along for 10 minutes let alone a couple of hours, forget it." She stalked off, her black dress covering her arms to the wrist but leaving her legs bare. He'd never understand his mother's taste in clothes.

Turning back to the phone he sighed. "Yeah"

"Thanks for the enthuastic greeting," Jeremy said. "Why'd you guys leave yesterday"

Jamie shrugged. "My friends apparently thought that I have some fierce bone in my body and was going to kill your friends." As soon as the words left his mouth Jamie thumped his head on the arm of the couch. "Not that they're not your friends too. They are, they like you. I just"

"Jamie...just shut up. Look I'm really sorry. I should've told you okay? And I know my friends are a little"

"Beach bunnyish"

"Didn't we establish that you were shutting up now?" Jamie sulked but remained silent. "They're a little over enthuastic. But they're...basically good people." He was pretty sure Jeremy muttered something else but since it was Jamieshutup time he said nothing. "Look, why don't we hang out later just us"

"At your house?" Jamie asked, tone only slightly sarcastic.

The other boy sighed. "Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass sometimes? We could hang out at your house, watch movies, I don't know, just chill"

Jamie made another face at the words 'just chill'. "Yeah maybe then we can watch the football game and really have guy bonding time right"

"God Jamie, sometimes you can be such a dick. Do you want to hang out or not"

"Yeah fine....no wait! Uh-"

"What? Do you not want me to come over your house anymore either"

Jamie felt a stab of guilt. That was pretty much it, but not because he was mad at him, just...because...well because he was lying scum. "No no that's not it. It's just...my parents are going out tonight and-"

"They never cared if we were there when they weren't before. Did you tell your mom what happened? Does she hate me now too"

"I don't hate you! Fine, sheesh, you can come over I guess. I mean, you can come over"

The other boy sounded cautious but not as sad. "In a couple hours"

"Sure, sure, I'll cook somethi-"

"No, no, that's okay. I'll cook something"

"And I'm the one who's a dick?" Jamie asked. Though he was smiling and felt his mood improving.

Jeremy laughed. I'm not trying to be a dick, I just know how you cook. I'll see you later"

"Yeah." The second the phone hung up his good mood evaporated. Drew wouldn't bitch about him canceling but...how the hell would he get Tristan to just...disappear? Jamie smiled again, he'd been asking himself that question for years.