A/N: This update is for littlemissvampire21. Originally, I hadn't planned on adding to this, as it's just something I wrote for my school newspaper, but she wanted me to continue it. Here's your update, littlemissvampire21.

Matthew jumped when his clock radio went off, right into the refrain of Animals. He reached across his futon, grabbing his glasses from his end table, and attempted to stand up from his bed. He ended up on the floor, flat on his behind.

“Note to self, never do that again,” Matthew murmured to himself, and stood up.

“Matt, breakfast in five!” Tyler stuck his head in his brother's door, the left. Five minutes gave Matthew enough time to shower and get dressed, unlike Tyler who seemed to be trying to impress one girl or another lately.

Twenty-two, and Tyler still hadn't had a decent relationship. Every girl seemed to find something wrong with him, or vice versa. Tyler just couldn't seem to keep a commitment. But Matthew really shouldn't be the one talking, as he dumped his girl for some slut. Then, Charolette was gracious enough to take him back after the lies he'd told her about why he broke up with her, and this time they have a deal—No more lies, about reasons for breaking up or otherwise.

Matthew got out of the shower and dressed in an old pair of cargo jeans and a sweatshirt, not bothering to dry his hair. Shaking it out at his little brother would suffice.

Tyler sprung out at his brother as soon as he walked into the kitchen, warranting a good smack upside the head from both his brother and father.

“Move over, loser,” Matthew didn't wait for a response, knocking Tyler from his chair. “My chair.”

“Nice way to talk to your brother, Matt.” Their father walked over to the small kitchen table, setting a large plate of eggs down, and another large plate of bacon and biscuts. When you've got three guys living in the same house, you tend to need a lot of food. They usually had a very large mid-morning snack, most likely some sort of sandwich from the convenience store down the street from their complex.

Matt scooped a load of eggs onto a biscut he'd just set down on his plate when he heard someone at the door. He glared at Tyler, who took the hint and got the door.

“Matt, you're killer's here. She looks pissed!” Tyler walked back in, and continued to cram bacon and a bicut down his throat.

Charolette followed behind him, and kneeled beside Matt, stealing a bite of his eggs. This caused Tyler to choke on his bacon, and Bear, their father, to nearly hack his orange juice across the table onto the pile of old junk mail that had been their for awhile.

“What're you doing here so early?” Matthew said it so casually, as if nothing had ever happened. “Aren't you supposed to be helping Jamie with the stand? Or sleeping until noon?”

“It was either get up, or walk around with ice in my bra. I happened to prefer the former.” Charolette neglected to think about some missing details in this particular household.

“Funny, I prefer the latter,” Matthew leaned down to kiss her, quickly, then went back to his breakfast that Charolette occaisionaly picked off of. The strange thing was that Matthew never let people pick off his breakfast. He hadn't let her pick off him when they were together awhile back, even.

“You're a perv, Matt,” Charolette rested a hand on his blue-jean clad thigh, then went to pick off his plate again.

“You're out of freebies. If you want breakfast, then get your own damn plate.” Matt playfully smacked her hand. “In the cabinet, you remember.”

Charolette glared at him, ruffled his hair, and grabbed a bright green plate from the cabinet. She ignored the chuckle from Matt at her shortness; she'd had to stand on her toes to reach the cabinet.

“Matt, may I ask what the hell happened?” Tyler took another bite of biscut. “Didn't she stuff a potato into your tailpipe?”

“You told me you got rear-ended!” Poor Bear hadn't even been told why his son put the Sonoma in the shop, just that it wasn't something that he could fix himself.

“You told me babies came from the stork.” Matthew glared at him. “We're even.”

“You were four when you asked me that!”

“Had you not gotten Lois pregnant, I wouldn't have asked!” Matthew leaned across the table at his father, then backed down when Charolette took a seat next to the pile of junk mail.

“They still argue about the most pointless things?” Charolette pointed her fork at Matthew and Bear. Tyler only nodded through his breakfast.

All was quiet in the Avery household for the next five minutes.

“He must've really screwed up for you to stuff that potato in his tailpipe,” Bear said, smirking through his bacon. Matthew glared at his father, who didn't quite know the whole story. He and Tyler only knew that they had broken up, and that Matthew was with another girl fro some time.

“You didn't tell them, did you?” Charolette paused in buttering her biscut, shooting a powerful glare at Matthew. “If I wasn't with you now, there would be another potato in that tail pipe, and there would be more profanities on your door.”

“You told me that was the neighbor kids!” Bear piped up, again.

“Shut up, Dad!” Tyler held his hand to his father's mouth; he had to see this.

“You now have the threat, so if you jack up again in the near future, I'll ruin any possibility you might have to reproduce, even if it's with me.” Matthew immediately crossed his legs under the table.

“You want help at your little stand?” Matthew smiled with his mouth closed, while chewing. Charolette thought he was sort of cute that way, a bit like a little kid.

Charolette nodded, and continued on her breakfast of eggs and a biscut.