It wasn't that I was overly concerned or anything. I mean, a little rebellion is normal at the age of thirteen. When my younger brother Ian came home late for the first time, I patted him on the back.

"Following in your brother's footsteps, eh?" I said. Mother said the same thing…but in a less positive way and with more cursing and screaming. Whatever.

When he started smiling all the time and holing up in his room whenever he came back from his friend's house, I bought him a box of condoms.

"Always be safe, bro. You never really know in the world we live in." he just blushed and nodded before scurrying away and I laughed. He is so cute.

I really caught on when I noticed that whenever he went to this "friend's" house, my friend Dylan always was busy. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but after the fifth time I started paying closer attention. They both had hickeys everywhere. They were always too busy to hang out at the exact same time. Whenever I tried to call, neither one answered.

What really clued me in was when Ian answered Dylan's phone.

I was lounging on my couch, watching TV and listening to my mother prepare dinner when I remembered that Dylan left his homework at my house. Now usually I would just give it to him in school the next day, but I thought, "Hey, this is the perfect chance to beat his ass in Soul Caliber again," so I called him. I was expecting to hear his deep voice moaning and groaning about having to walk all the way back to my house (even though its only three blocks away). I was expecting to hear him go on and on about how I never actually beat him, how I cheated and that when he got over here he was going to show me whose boss. What I wasn't expecting was to hear the light voice of my THIRTEEN YEAR OLD BROTHER ON MY MOTHER FUCKING BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER FUCKING PHONE! *coughs*Excuse me a moment.

Anyway. When I heard my brother's voice, I had to check my phone to make sure I dialed the right number. Sure enough the name Dylan was right there in white. I played it off and when we hung up everything clicked. I didn't let them know I was onto them. Ian obviously though he picked up his phone (which I later found out was because they have the same lock screen picture and phone case. How did I not notice how coupley they were?) and thought that I had just called to check up on him. So the next few days after that I brought Dylan around a lot, but I never let him leave my sight. He always mentioned Ian at least three times and whenever Ian was in the room…well let's just say that I must have been fucking blind as a bat to not have figured it out sonner. A fucking bat.

So on the third day when Dylan came back into my room after doing who knows what to my baby brother, I had a talk with him. Yeah, I was pissed off; my brother was in middle school for crying out loud! But after seeing that he wasn't just trying to get some, or use Ian and that he honestly cared for him, I eased up. I know Dylan, and I understood that he knew it was weird. He knew how it sounded and what people would think. A seventeen year old dating a thirteen year old? The fuck? But he also knew that Ian was it for him, and I watched as my mom broke his nose and gave him a black eye before accepting their relationship. I watched as people gave him weird looks and called him names behind his back. I watched as he stood there for Ian whenever I couldn't, whenever it was just a "Dylan and Ian" thing. I watched him struggle with the fact that he almost lost Ian to this douche bag when Ian was a sophomore in high school, then again his freshman year in college. I stood behind Dylan every step of the way. When he proposed, I was the one who helped him pick out the ring. When they got married, I was the fucking best man. Even though it was kind of weird sometimes, I supported them. Dylan was my brother before he became my brother in law, and I just hope that he knows that I was the one who eased mom up off of him, who took care of those backstabbers at school, who always made sure Ian knew who was right for him. I just hope he knows that no matter what, I'm always there for him; for both of them.

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