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Sighing, you walked around the park looking for a certain Brit. He'd ran in this direction a few minutes ago. Luckily it was lunch and your school had an open campus, no one would notice as long as you made it back to class in time. You knew the Arthur was very studious and that he wouldn't wander too far from the school.

Punching a certain Scottish boyfriend of yours sounded like a really good idea right know. As much as you loved Allistor, he was way to harsh on his younger brother some times. Since you started dating the Scotsman, you tried to intervene on Arthur's behalf, but this time Allister was teasing his brother when you weren't there. Not even knowing what happened, you instantly followed Arthur, he was like a brother to you.

"(Name)?" a sniffing accent broke your angry mental rant. Turning, you spotted Arthur sitting on a bench wiping up his tears. Smiling softly, you sat next to him and pulled out the handkerchief he dropped earlier and handed it to him.

"Hey, buddy," You tried to make your voice soothing and calming.

"Why do you love my bloody wanker of a brother?" Arthur whined.

"Because he's sweet when he's with me and I know he loves you, he just doesn't know how to express it," It was the truth. When it came to showing his emotions, even you had a hard time reading Allister. But, you knew, that when he teased Arthur, it was his way of connecting with his brother. He just didn't realize how much he hurt Arthur's feelings. Though lately you began to doubt if he had any feelings at all.  

"I wish you were my sibling, not him," Arthur mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"Ah, no you don't. I hog all the hot water," You smiled softly. Arthur hiccuped a small laugh and you patted his head. "You know your brother loves you,"

"No, he loves you. He's amused by me," Sighing you remember how jealous Arthur was of you when you and Allister started dating, but eventually he became your best friend. In fact you best friends with all the Kirkland brothers.

"Well at least you put on a good show, why don't you spend the night on my couch? I can make tea and we can complain about the men in our lives," you offered.

Many a nights one of the brothers slept on your couch for different reasons. Your parents, the former hippies they were, understood and let you handle the situation. Allister, being the legal guardian of not only Arthur, but his even younger twin brothers, Dylan and Seamus, had no problems with you caring for his brothers. He knew that you were like a mother to them and it was convenient that you two were neighbors.

"Alfred did laugh at my spell book today," Arthur sniffed, but his voice was lighter at the thought of not having to see his brother for the rest of today. You were furious at Allister on Arthur's behalf, having told your boyfriend many a time how much he hurt Arthur. You still what sure what he said this time, but it still wasn't okay.






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"And then he-" A loud knocking interrupted Arthur telling you about the rest of his day. The two of you had managed to sneak by Allister the rest of the day and make it home without being seen. After a few cups of tea Arthur finally began to relax and laugh again. But you were still mad at Allister and you had a good feeling who was knocking on your door at 6 at night.

Nodding at Arthur to go in the other room to talk with your parents, you opened the door at stepped out on the porch, facing your boyfriend.

"And here I was hoping you would be a Girl Scout," Sarcasm dripping from your voice as you glared at him

"Is me brothe' here?" he asked causally, like he was just here because he was checking.

"Yes," You could see him almost flinch at your tone.

"Can I talk to em?"

"No, you can talk to me," Checking that the door was shut so Arthur wouldn't hear you two argue, you raised your hand and aimed to smack him. Allister caught your hand, like he always did when you tried to hurt him, only this time you two weren't playing.

"Wha's with you,lass?"

"What's with me? What did you say to Arthur?" The tone in your voice demanded an answer and Allister ran his hand through his hair, he was expecting this.

"I was jus' jokin' wit him, he freaked ou'!"

"About what?" Allister mumbled something you didn't catch.

"Didn't hear you," You snapped.

"His eyebrows, I was jus' jokin'!" Now you were seething. Just yesterday you told Allister not to tease his brother about his eyebrows anymore, because Arthur was becoming extremely sensitive about it.  This was the last straw.

"That's it, we're done!" Yelling you turned back for the door, but a strong arm yanked you back.

"What do ye mean?" Allister growled, but you saw the panic and confusion in his eyes.

"You and me, we are through. It's clear to me now, that you don't even listen or care what I say anymore, which means you must not care about me,"

You were only able to push him off because he was now in real shock. The kind where you loose all feeling and can't possibly comprehend what's happening. The slamming of your front door snapped Allister back to the world.



Back inside you sat down on the worn couch and felt small silent tears work their way out. A gentle pat on your back made you notice that Arthur was now sitting next to you.

"Did you really have to-" he started but you cut him off.

"Yes, he needs...to listen, but I apparently I'm not the person he'll listen to," Thinking about it any other way might make you break down and you couldn't do that, not now.

"So it wasn't because of me?" Arthur asked softly. You looked at him stunned for a moment before hugging him.

"No, sweetie, it was him, me, us. We just aren't meant for each other I guess," But then why was  your heart telling you other wise?







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The next few days were not the easiest for you. Luckily, Allister was absent from school the entire time and you had Arthur to cheer you up. As much as your heart hurt, you knew that in your mind, as long as Allister refused to listen to you, you two couldn't be together.

As you walked out of another dreary day of school, a set of arms looped around yours from either side.

"Ey, (Name)!" Seamus greeted you smiling from your right.

"We missed ye!" Dylan grinned at your from your left.

"How are my favorite twins? Up to no good?" You were one of the few people who could actually tell them apart and they thought of you as the mother to replace the one that had left all those years ago, after their father died, leaving Allister in charge. Even if they were only a few years younger than you, you were Allister's age, they still treated you like their mom.

"Actually, can we talk to ye?" Dylan requested seriously.

"Aye, (Name), it be importan'" Seamus added quietly. You nodded, concerned but letting them lead you to the park where you found Arthur yesterday. They stood while you sat and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" They were starting to worry you. "Is someone hurt?"

"Nay," Seamus answered quickly.

"Well, not physically," Dylan added.

"It's about Allister," Seamus started and you leaned back, sighing. This was not what you needed now.

"He's broken emself"

"He jus' sits aroun' all day drinkin and mumblin'"

"Smokin' too,"

"Won't talk to us,"

"Jus' sits there,"

"You gotta fix him!"

"He only listens to ye!" This last one made you laugh.

"He does not listen to me, he's made that clear," What was supposed to be a light tone was ruined by bitterness.

"You gotta try!"

"Please, he hasn't been dis bad since ma left," That much you knew.

"Ye were te only one who snapped him out of it!" When you'd met Allister he had been a heavy drinker and smoker, but then began to lessen more and more through the years as you two dated, till he eventually didn't need either.

"For us?" You looked up at them and saw how desperate they were. Sighing you nodded and started the walk to the Kirkland house.







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Opening the door, you found various bottles and filled ash trays around the living room. The kitchen was just as bad, but the trail got worse as you walked up the stairs towards Allister's room. As you got closer you heard mumbling in a familiar Scottish accent,

".....me lass.......gone......" When you reached the door you felt frozen, not sure whether to knock or just go in. At last you gave up all hopes of being polite and just pushed the door open. Too many bottles to count and random cigarettes covered the floor to the point you couldn't even see the carpet anymore. Allister was on the bed, arms over his eyes, a bottle in one hand and a picture of you and him from last summer in the other.

"Me lass is gone and it be all me fault," His accent was thick with slurs and an even stronger accent then usual.

"Well, you got that right," At the sound of your voice he snapped up, half dazed and surprised.

"(Name)? Why are ye here?" His voice was in such awe it almost broke your heart.

"Well I can go if you want," You said turning away, only to be pulled into a familiar pair of arms. A few moments of struggling told you that he wasn't relenting.

"You can let go now," Your voice was muffled by him holding you two his chest. He rested his head on top of yours, making escape impossible.

"How fast will ye run if I do?" Man he knew you well.

"We both know you run faster, even when you're drunk,"

"I'm no drunk, I never ge' drunk,"

"Well you're close enough to make your brothers worry about you. What's wrong, they cancel the All My Children from the soap opera channel?" Playing it off like a joke was the only way you could say it without having your voice crack. You were here for the boys is what you kept telling yourself, not for him.

"Ye kno' wha's wrong...I'm sorry," He whispered the last part quietly.

"That doesn't change anything,"

"Then wha will?" his voice had an edge of desperate with  a hint of caution, "Please come back,"

"You need to understand that your words have a big effect on your brothers and I'm only trying to help you guys. I guess I shouldn't stick my nose in your guys business-" But Allister cut you off by hugging you tighter.

"Nay, you've been so good to me brothe's and me, te need you," he pulled away and leaned down to look you in the eyes, "I nee' you," trailing a finger down your cheek, his voice became softer, "I miss ye,"

"You'll listen to what I'm saying?" Your voice was skeptical, but Allister was usually very honest. He nodded, still keeping eyes contact with him.

"Anyt'ing to get ye back," he promised. Smiling, you leaned forward and kissed the familiar lips that tasted like smoke and alcohol. Pulling back the shock on his face was now happy, but when he leaned in to kiss you again, you stopped him.

"Not until you don't taste like a back alley anymore," You said grinning at him, then you turned serious again, "But you will make it up to Arthur,"

"How?"

"I have a few ideas,"







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Bright and early the next morning, you dragged Arthur to the front of the school and waited till exactly 20 minutes before class started.

"(Name), what are we doing here?" Arthur complained.

"Just wait, grasshopper, you'll see, Allister wants to apologize,"

"What? No, I'm not listening to that bloody wanker! Why should I after all he's done?"

"Trust me, it's taken care of," You insisted. Arthur was just about to complain again when suddenly the sound of bagpipes filled the air.

You and about half the student population turned to see Allister dressed in full traditional kilt, playing Scotland's national anthem on the bagpipes. Smiling at your work, you turned to see Arthur on the floor laughing while Dylan and Seamus tapped the whole thing. You caught Allister's eyes and winked. He smiled, as if to say it was worth it.
Man have I missed writing Scotland! :iconchibiscotlandplz:

But this kept me up through night and morning demanding to be written. So now I'm dead and will not be in for the next week or so.

Anywho: I don't own the lovely Kirkland brothers or you, but those are my bagpipes!
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AnimeKitty2014 Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2014  New member
Ummmm just to warn u but I am a Jehovah's Witness so this may offend some people so try not to put such names in your story's I would defiantly appreciate that.
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booksaremydrug Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
the ending was perfect
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MadHatBunnie Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014
Awwwwwww this wasso cute and sweet good job! 
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PrussiasKitten Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014  New member Hobbyist General Artist
*le time skip brought ter ye by bagpiping troll* XD
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GumiTheCarrot Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Dem time skips doe :XD:
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WishingUponAStar27 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2014
I love this~!!! xD
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SakuraDrowned Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
I fell laughing nice but i have another bump
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SpongebobsMoustache Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2014  Student Artist
That wa' amazin'! XD
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Raidioactive-Demon Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
I love it keep at your writings and please don't die...
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Dreamer-of-Magic Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014   General Artist
Oh God I lost my shit at the bagpipes! XD This was good!
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