booze fueled mind-------liam

[KYLE MICHAEL TEMPLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] keep your head down, my life is a warzone Kyle had been sitting in his car for a good hour just drinking. Him and his father got into another fight. Father wasn’t even the proper term. Dick was more like it. The guy spent half his life with his “real” family. Then when he came to see Kyle and his mother he either got angry at Kyle for not being good enough or was taking his mother out. It pissed him off. He claimed to actually love his mother and not this other woman yet he treated this family like it was second rate. Kyle used to try to be better-smarter and more athletic. None of that seemed to work. Kyle would forever be a disappointment to the old man. Unlike his older brother that Kyle hadn’t even met but his dad liked to compare Kyle to. That’s what let to this binge tonight. Jackson had a better fake id so he gave his friend money to buy some beers. Kyle gave Jackson some then drove off to be alone. Where was he drinking? Right in front of his “brother’s” house. The place was lavish despite the sleek lines. His own home wasn’t terrible but this went above and beyond. Kyle wasn’t unaware of the fact their father had money. He bought his mother all kinds of nice things plus helped support them. Then he tried to buy Kyle off with expensive electronics and a sports car-which Kyle traded in and got this used one instead. Then the rest of the money was used to throw a pretty awesome party while his parents went away for the weekend. What was leftover was just used for booze for other parties. At this point, Kyle was drunk. Not so much so that he was unaware of what he was doing but drunk none-the-less. He finished off his seventh beer, leaving him with five more. He always preferred the glass bottle to the shit in cans. And it gave him a nice little stack of arsenal to work with. Kyle grabbed a manila envelope he had and rolled it up before he shoved it in his jacket pocket. He then put six of the bottles in the empty card board container and carried the last empty bottle. As he drew closer to the building, he aimed the first one at one of the stone walls. He wouldn’t go for a window yet. No, there were plenty of areas with wood, steel and stone he could aim for first. The last two would be saved for the windows that led to the living room. Kyle knew Liam had paid for this house himself since he had a big, fancy job himself but that didn’t change his mind. He hated his whole family. Mother, father, half-brother-all of them. Two out of those three knew his feelings so now it was time Liam finally realized how his baby brother felt. And that he had a baby brother. torn between what‘s right & what‘s wrong tagged; liam. outfit; here. status;complete notes; ---- ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[LIAM GABRIEL STIRLING]

[/color] He said to himself. Liam quickly got up from the seat at his drafting desk, dropping his pen, and whipping of his glasses. He hurried up the steps from his basement office, went through his kitchen and into the living room. What the heck?! He yelled, at the sight of the two broken picture windows. It would be nearly $2,000 a window to fix that. Liam walked towards the windows, watching where he was stepping, so as not to cut himself. Fortunately, he still had shoes on. How in the world?! Liam scratched his head, before he looked up and saw some kid standing by a car outside.

Hey! He yelled. Liam stepped outside, by way of the broken window, and into the deep snow. Dang it Liam said with frustration as his feet instantly became wet from the slushy snow. Making his way to the kid, he was surprised to see that he wasn't running. What was up with that?! Did you do that?! Liam yelled, pointing at the windows as he stood in front of the kid. That's nearly $4,000.00 worth of damage! Who's gonna pay for that?! No, Liam was not all about the money by any means. But he did believe one should pay for damage they inflicted on another person's property.

Looking the kid over, he could see and smell that he was intoxicated. Beyond that, Liam thought the kid looked slightly, oddly, familiar. The nose and the curvature of his chin, not to mention his eyes. It was like he'd seen him somewhere before and quite often. But Liam knew he had never seen this kid before. [/ul][/size]

[KYLE MICHAEL TEMPLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] keep your head down, my life is a warzone Kyle had found out about Liam when he was about nine. That was when he realized why he couldn’t tell people at school about his dad. Not that it really mattered as he didn’t have the same last name as his father. He could say his dad’s name was Michael and no one would make any connections. Then when Kyle started to ask more questions, he found out that his dad was married to someone else and that he had a brother. One that was a decade older then himself! Though he couldn’t meet said brother, Kyle had wondered about him. Then they moved to Hope Harbor and Kyle got to look at the golden boy. That only fueled his anger. With moving here, they lived down a little private road secluded from the rest of the town and Kyle was told several times to keep his mouth shut. Not anymore. Kyle was done with keeping his mouth shut for someone who could give a crap about him. Kyle wanted to get a rise out of Liam. Maybe even get into a fight. His fists were itching to make contact with something. Ever since he was a kid, instead of crying Kyle had reacted violently. Temper tantrums with screaming and vicious kicking. Banging his head against a wall. His fists into pavement. Now he just picked fights with other kids. Liam was ten years older but that didn’t matter to him. They shared the same father-the one Kyle was currently pissed off with. He’d have no problem imagining Liam’s face was the old man’s and messing it up. That’s make him feel loads better. Or he figured it would until the next time the man pissed him off and he’d need to go off some more. Then he’d just find someone else to go off on. When the first window shattered a half smile of satisfaction formed. It grew wider with the shattering of the second window then seeing the form of his “brother” there. Kyle shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and just stood there. He made no attempts to leave because he wanted this confrontation. He wanted the truth out. He wanted Liam to get pissed off at dear old dad as much as he was. Kyle’s eyes watched as Liam trenched through the snow, looking fairly pissed off. Kyle’s head tilted to the side in a cocky manner. ”Aw really? Only four grand. I was hoping to take care of a few thousand more. Well I’ll just have to take care of them another day.” Kyle knew he was playing with fire but could care less. His smirk faltered slightly but still stayed there. His gaze went up and down Liam’s face before he tilted his chin upwards and squared his shoulders off confidently. “WHy don’t you pay for it pisshead?“ One of Kyle’s hands went up to his mouth as if he had a shocking thought while he held the other out. His body bent slightly as he gasped. ”Oh wait! I have a better idea-why don’t you ask our father to pay for it? I’m sure he’d do it quickly enough to keep your mouth shut about me.” By this point he had straightened back up and shoved his hands back in his jacket. It really was undeniable they were related. Their jaw lines were exactly the same as well as the shape of their noses, though Kyle’s was a little flatter now after being broken in a fight. Even their hair color was the same. They had different eyes but Kyle knew he had their father’s eyes so Liam must have his mother’s. the rest of their facial structures differed, getting them each from their respective mothers. Despite that Liam would have to be an idiot to not see the resemblance. torn between what‘s right & what‘s wrong tagged; liam. outfit; here. status;complete notes; ---- ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[LIAM GABRIEL STIRLING]

[/color] He didn't normally swear and especially at kids, but this one had him fuming. He was arrogant, cocky, and had no respect for other people and their property.

Liam froze for a brief moment when the kids said "our father". Our...father? His eyes squinted, giving the kid a 'yeah right, c'mon' look. This kid was out of his mind. He wreaked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. He was probably just a little pothead looking to get some dough to pay for his next fix. You're drunk kid...Get off my property now, and I won't call the cops. Liam turned to walk back to the house, when he heard the kid make another comment. Whirling around, Liam caught him by the upper arm with one of his strong hand hands. He didn't hesitate to grip firmly, as he marched the kid easily into the house, via the broken windows, and thrust him down on one of the sofas. Crossing his arms over his chest, Liam stood tall, looking down at the kid. What's your game here man? What you're mad at the world so you gotta go around causing trouble for people that have nothing to do with you or your problems? Liam cocked his head. Go see a therapist or something.

There was no way he was going to believe this kid was his brother. It was ridiculous and impossible. What proof did he have? What Liam was just supposed to believe it because the kid threw around the term "our father"? THe kid was just trying to milk him. Liam wasn't stupid. What did this kid take him for, a fool?!

Liam stared at the envelope as the kid thrust it at him. What's that supposed to be? He asked and after some prompting, took it from him. Liam pulled open the envelope, giving the kid a stern look. He read over the document. A chill ran down his spine as all he could think about was his mother and how this was going to hurt her so deeply if it was true. Ok....so how do I know it isn't forged? Who's to say you're not just trying to milk me for some cash....And you had better have a good answer, because if you're lying, I will throw the book at you!

If this was all true, the kid was heartless bastard for doing it this way. Had he no concept of the people that were going to be hurt by this. Had he no idea that one couldn't just barge in on someone and announce they were related. And what if they were? Why was he deciding to come here now and say so and under such circumstances? Drunk and hurling bottles at picture windows he had no intention of, nor did he have the money to, replace? Liam didn't get it. [/ul][/size]

[KYLE MICHAEL TEMPLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] keep your head down, my life is a warzone Kyle was fit but he knew he probably wasn’t a match for Liam but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was giving a reaction out of him. Starting off with the window was a good place. ”Actually if you want to get technical, the bottle broke your windows. They just slipped out of my hand.” There was about four inches in their height difference so Kyle should have to look up at him. But from where he was positioned by the car he could look dead center and be just fine. He didn’t waver as Liam stared at him. He wouldn’t give the man that satisfaction. Jackson had taught Kyle well in standing on his own in a fight, even if you have no chance in winning. Wrestling did as well but Kyle gave up on that after awhile like he did with most sports and extracurricular activities he was pushed into for the sake of “college applications”. ”Oh I won’t deny I’ve got a good buzz going. Well,” he chuckled for a moment. ”Ok more then a buzz but it’s the truth. After all, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.” Kyle watched as Liam began to walk away. He wasn’t finished with this. No, Kyle had come here to get his piece out. ”What’s wrong? You never wanted a sibling? Well suck it up. Not like I ever wanted to be related to a douche like you or dear old poppa.” Kyle was tired of little Richie-rich people thinking they could keep their worlds perfect. That they could control ever move and nothing would go wrong. The Stirling family was no exception. Liam held himself like he owned the place and their father thought he could have two women for the rest of his life. Not anymore. Kyle wasn’t looking for the man to be with his mother. If anything he wanted them to break up. But he wanted to remove the rose colored glasses from everyone’s eyes after eighteen years. Kyle didn’t try to wretch away from Liam to run the other way. Sure he tried to free his arm but he wanted Liam to know the truth about everything. His boots crunched on the shatter glass and he chuckled. Why in the world would anyone have a house made almost entirely out of glass anyways? That just seemed like a terrible idea. As his body made contact with the couch, Kyle leaned into the corned of it and crossed so his right ankle rested on the opposite knee. ”Well I figured it was time I meet this glorious big brother of mine I’m always being compared to. Since I doubt the old man will ever do it I thought I’d take the initiative. I mean, I really want that close, brotherly bond all my friends have. It kills me that I don’t have it.” The last part was said sarcastically as he clasped his hands in his lap. ”Eh my therapist said I need to deal with my issues head first-confront them. So here I am.” Kyle reached into his pocket and took out his manila envelope. ”Here’s proof.” He settled back as he watched Liam looked over it. He could tell the older guy was putting his best poker face on and he felt triumphant. His vistory was short lived and his cocky smirk fell. ”Seriously? Don’t you think if I was going to blackmail money out of anyone I’d go to the guy. Or, since he knows of me, to your mother? H*ll, I thought of going to her. I know about the prenup. Your mother would get both their main house and the vacation house in Nantucket, a third of all their assets and $5,000 a month in alimony. Oh, my mom works at the lawyer’s office your dad goes to so she’s seen the paperwork.” Kyle stuck his tongue in his cheek as he chuckled. ”Why don’t you empty the rest of the envelope. There’s photos of him when I was born, the three of us together and him and my mom on some mini vacations they took. You know, when he had to travel for business. And if that’s not enough, I can call him right now. See he and I got into a fight and it’s about time I apologized anyways.” Kyle knew Liam wouldn’t be able to deny it if he heard their father’s voice through the phone. torn between what‘s right & what‘s wrong tagged; liam. outfit; here. status;complete notes; ---- ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[LIAM GABRIEL STIRLING]

[/color] Liam asked sarcastically. Two can play that game....Get technical about this! he swiftly grabbed one of the remaining bottles and launched it at Kyle's car shattering the windshield. Technically, that bottle just broke your windshield....Hope you've got good insurance! Liam could be a hard person when he wanted to. Tough love soft of guy. Of course, he certainly wasn't like that all the time. It didn't define him. This had seemed one of the situations that required it though. And Liam was a very "eye for an eye" type person. This kid had broken his windows, so he broke the kid's window. And he couldn't go to the cops about it, because he'd get in trouble too. More trouble than Liam would.

Liam was slightly surprised that the kid hadn't tried to get away from him in earnest. He just wasn't understanding this! Liam couldn't imagine that if the kid wanted money, he'd really expect Liam would give it to him. None of this made sense. At this point Liam was thinking that he was probably drunk out of his mind and didn't realize what he was doing. Either that or high. Either seemed the only plausible explanation for this bold, seeming unrepentant behavior.

How quaint. Liam replied to the kid, in an equally sarcastic tone. What was this kid going on about, brothers, and "our father" and all this crap. Sure his parents didn't have the best relationship. Liam's mother, who was pretty much a saint, tried harder than any person should really and his father didn't seem to try at all. Oh there were times when he was affectionate towards her. And those times Liam cherished. But mostly he just ignored her, or brushed her off. Liam wasn't really sure why the two had never brought up the subject of divorce, not that he wanted them to divorce mind you. But the whole situation was odd. Liam knew his parents separately, his dad the overbearing, overachiever, who expected nothing less than perfection. His mom, the meek, sweet, tender-hearted woman, who had been the softening agent on him, when his father's influence seemed to be turning him hard. That was who his parents were separately. But what were they together? Liam didn't know. He never had and likely never would. Honestly, Liam didn't even think they knew. The whole situation was awkward, to say the least. But back to the kid. What did he have to gain by saying that he was Liam's brother? And could he even give Liam reasonable evidence that it was true?! If the kid was this old, what, 16? How in the world was it possible to keep him a secret for 16 years?!

Liam scoffed at the kid's comment about the therapist before opening the envelope. After he'd asked about further proof and the kid started to talk about the pre-nup, Liam's brows furrowed as he shook his head. Yeah well, suppose all that is true. Your mom could get in a whole lot of trouble for even telling you that....It's confidential client information. A.K.A none of your damn business. Reaching down further into the envelope, Liam pulled out the pictures that were supposedly of the three of them together and at events and vacations. Liam was hesitant to look at them. He didn't want this to be true.

Liam studied the photos one by one, taking about 10 minutes, of wordless, complete silence, before dropping them to the table and sighing deeply. He crossed his large arms over his muscular chest. Ok...so you've convinced me....I've got some little punk brother that I never knew about, who for some reason thinks it's okay to come here and bust out my windows...for what? Because thinks the old man and me are best buds?! Liam asked in a rhetorically sarcastic manner. Newsflash! Just because he brags about me, doesn't mean I'm the golden boy. Whatever he says about me, isn't the real me...It's a son he's fabricated, and he just thinks I'm that person. Yeah I did good in school and university and I have my own, very successful business. But I never once asked him for anything....Every bit of help I got from him, was forced on me. He went behind my back and sent all his clients to me for my business. I didn't know until I was already working with them for a number of years. Liam explained, though he really didn't feel he should have to. He expected every last thing I did to be absolutely perfect. And when it wasn't, he made my life a living hell....If it wasn't for my mom, I'd have probably run away or killed myself....I love my dad, because he's my dad....But we're not friends and I don't respect him....Especially since I'm now finding out he's got a mistress and an illegitimate child. Liam's jaw was set as he now paced the room.

Which, by the way! Nice of your mom to go husband stealing.... he huffed. Okay, I know...It takes two to tango. I am not at all saying my...our...dad is innocent in this....But goodness, my mom loves him, despite his fault. I mean, really and truly...This is just going to kill her. Liam sat down on the couch opposite Kylie and looking down at the floor, rubbed his forehead. So what's your name anyways? Liam asked, still not looking up. And does he really compare you to me all the time? That's not my fault y'know. He added, still angry that the kid had busted out his windows. [/ul][/size]

[KYLE MICHAEL TEMPLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] keep your head down, my life is a warzone Kyle couldn’t help but laugh as Liam finally started to react to his presence. Kyle was always a weird drunk-he was up and down emotions wise. Kyle ducked himself back as the bottle made contact with his windshield. ”Well our father pays for it so yeah I do. And technically he sort of got me this car so he’d probably pay for it anyways.” Kyle loved to say ‘our father’ just to get under the guy’s skin. That is why he came here after all. Sure he wanted to finally meet this brother of his and have Liam know who Kyle was but he mostly wanted to just hit him where it counted. Kyle was a little jealous. Jealous that their father held him on such a high horse and acted like Kyle was nothing. Jealous that as a kid, Liam got to go out and do things in public with their dad. Everything Kyle did were in remote places their father’s friends and other acquaintances couldn’t see him. Kyle couldn’t even claim him as his father yet Liam could! Yeah, Kyle was jealous and hurt and pissed off. Not a good combination when drunk. Kyle thought about smoking a little more then his cigarettes before coming but chose not to. While he may be drunk he still could focus on things. If he indulged in his other favorite goodies, he might not be able to. And Liam had to know everything. about how the past seventeen or eighteen years was a lie(since that’s when the relationship started). That really had to be some sort of record for keeping a mistress around. Then again, the two claimed they were in love and that he just couldn’t leave his wife without getting screwed. That just seemed like an excuse. Everything was an excuse really. If his father really wanted to be with his mother he could. Obviously he didn’t because at then end of his time at Kyle’s house, he went right back to Liam’s mother. No, he didn’t see the animosity in his father’s marriage and didn’t care really. All he knew is after a few days he was back to pretending his father was non-existent. Kyle reached into his jeans pocket and tossed his phone forward. ”Call my mother’s firm. The number’s in there. I could give a rat’s ass what happens to her though it wouldn’t matter. Pops and her talk about it all the time.” No, his mother didn’t push him to leave his wife. Actually-and disgustingly Kyle may add-she didn’t care. She was a big believer in fate and things happening as they may. She figured one day they’d be together and stuck by that belief. And his mother wasn’t an unintelligent woman by any means. She was just “in love”. Love. It was a ridiculous notion to Kyle. All it did was get people in trouble or hurt in the end. Kyle’s brows pulled together in ocnfusion. Half of what Liam was rambling about some things Kyle really could care less about. Though, it seemed they had common ground with their father not believing in them. If that was the case then why did the man constantly harp on Kyle and compare him to his big brother? Now he was really pissed at their father. He had no right to do that when apparently had all these issues with Liam. And, as far as Kyle could tell, Liam was a fairly successful guy. What kind of issues would their father have with him anyways? Now everything was way more messed up then before. Kyle shrugged nonchalantly. At this point most of his anger had died down though his fists remained clenched while his arms crossed in front of his body. ”Whatever. I’ve called her way worse. B*tch. Slut. Wh*re. I’m not exactly a fan of either of my parents.” While it was wrong for him to take his anger and blame out on Liam, Kyle wouldn’t go to Liam’s mother. Kyle’s stepmother? That was way too complicated to even think about. Anyways, he may say he didn’t because he wanted a fight with someone but that wasn’t it. Kyle wouldn’t be able to see the hurt in the woman’s eyes. Kyle may not like his mother and may only use women when he needed to get his jollies off but he wouldn’t go out of his way to hurt Liam’s mother. That was cruel. If Liam chose to tell her then he could find his own way to. Otherwise, Kyle would keep his mouth shut. Kyle looked down at the floor as his jaw set. ”It’s Kyle Temple. My mom decided it’d be best if I took her last name but she gave me the middle name Michael after the dink so…” The sentence trailed off as Kyle shrugged and looked around the place. It was nice. Very modern and something you’d expect from an architect. ”Yup, pretty much every day he’s at our place. Says I should put forth more of an effort, that I should start to think about my “future” and stay off my stupid games. Which, funny story, he bought me anyways.” Kyle pushed his body so he was no longer slouched on the couch and set both feet on the crowd. A grunt left his lips as he watched Liam pace. ”Dude take a friggin chill pill. I’ll just sell some of the crap our dad gave us and whatever I can’t make a buck off of I’ll get a job or something.” Kyle’s head fell forward as one hand went up to run along the back. ”I know it’s not your fault but I was pissed. I got compared to you again right before they went away for the weekend. That on top of having to see you in town every f*cking day. You know we didn’t live in Hope Harbor until a few years ago? Then he moved us to a house on some private road and expects me to deal with being in the same town. It’s disgusting.” Kyle paused as he shook his head. ”Befor ei didn’t know you two weren’t close. I thought you were and that really pissed me off because I’ve never had him as a “dad”. Sure his sperm helped create me but I have never been able to say his my dad and he never came to my wrestling meets. I’ve been told my entire life to lie and say my dad split when I was a baby. That’s bullshit.” Kyle had a lot of unresolved anger in him that no amount of therapy or alcohol had been able to help with. torn between what‘s right & what‘s wrong tagged; liam. outfit; here. status;complete notes; brotherly bonding moment. let’s here it-dawwwwww ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[LIAM GABRIEL STIRLING]

[/color] Liam sighed. Quite frankly, he hoped he never ran into the woman, because he probably wouldn't have been able to restrain himself. No he wouldn't get physical with her, or anything of that nature. But things that would come out of his mouth would make her blush and not in a good way. Liam couldn't have any respect for a woman that was willing to have a relationship with a married man. Likewise, he couldn't have any respect for a man who cheated on his wife. That was why his father was going to get an ear full he next time he saw him. Maybe even sooner. And he was going to tell his mother, no matter what his father had to say. She deserved to know that the reason why he hadn't treated her like a wife for the last 16-18 years, was because he was too busy making it with some other woman. Oh and what happened to the whole rank and social class, bit? All growing up, Liam hadn't been allowed to date girls that weren't "In their circle", despite the fact that he'd really liked a few her weren't and hadn't liked any of the girls who were. But it was okay to use them, to make them your mistress. It was quite obvious that this other woman didn't come from money. If she had, she wouldn't be a secretary at a firm. The whole thing was completely sickening.

Liam cocked his head at the kid. Well whatever she's done, you shouldn't call your own mother names like that....It's disrespectful. And yeah it sucks, but sometimes we have to show respect to our parents for no other reason than the fact that they are our parents. Liam had, had to learn that early on in order to keep sane. Now that he was an adult, he didn't really have to show respect anymore, but when he was in his father's presence he still did, because it was the decent thing to do. Sure they had their arguments, and heated debates. But Liam never flew off the handle or launched personal insults the old man's way. Wouldn't have done him any good anyways.

Liam shrugged. Yeah...that's just how he is. He'd been through all the speeches. He was surprised to hear that his dad had bought Kylie video games and all that, considering they were forbidden in their house growing up. Anything that distracted from school, wasn't allowed. In the summer time, they brought in a tutor 3 days a week to help Liam keep up with his studies. Which was a good plan, because one did lose quite a bit of information in the summer months. On the other days, Liam was to help around the house, or find a productive way to make money. His father wanted him to have an entrepreneurial spirit. Which again was good, but he never stopped. Liam never really had a childhood and he never really had many friends because he was always too busy with work or studies to get to hang out. He is right about one thing. You do need to plan for your future. You're what...16, 17? Liam asked. Graduation a few years away. And then what? College? Or a job at McDonalds, or one of the local restaurants or shops? You think you can be happy the rest of your life working in one of those places? Ok. Maybe you can be... Liam shrugged again. But you will be happier if you make something out of yourself....And that's all I'm really gonna say on it for now...It's not my place anyways. Liam hoped Kyle would listen to him. It was sound advice. He did need to think about tomorrow instead of only living for today. But he also needed to have a childhood and a good teenaged life, not the one Liam had, had.

Liam waved his hand dismissively at Kyle when he told him to take a chill pill. It wasn't so much the windows anymore. It was just the stress and honestly, heartbreak of the whole situation. The past 18 years had pretty much been a lie. It sucked. Kyle couldn't possibly understand. Sure there was fall out from this for him. Sure he'd had to lie about his dad and all that. But to be going along one day and find out that your dad had another family?! It was the weirdest, worst, feeling.

Liam listened as Kyle talked about wrestling meets and how it would have been nice to have their dad there. Well in theory, it would have been nice to have him there, yeah.....But from experience, you wouldn't. I did sports. If the team lost, he blamed it on me. If we won, the victory was all because of me. Everyone on the team hated him and me. Liam shook his head. Sorry to...burst your bubble on that. He said in a low voice, looking down as his hands folded and unfolded over and over. So...do you still wrestle? Liam asked.

Liam suddenly became aware of how cold it was getting in the house. The icy winter air was flooding in through the two large open windows. All the heat he was paying for was going straight to the great outdoors. Getting up, he went to the kitchen and pulled out the broom and dustpan. He walked back into the living room and thrust them towards Kylie. Here, start cleaning up this mess. Liam turned around and went downstairs, returning a few minutes later with another broom and dust pan, some packaging tape, and a large roll of plastic. He helped Kyle finish cleaning up the glass inside, the he rolled out the plastic, cutting it at the right length and together they sealed the gap temporarily. That should hold till I can get some new windows in.[/ul][/size]

[KYLE MICHAEL TEMPLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] keep your head down, my life is a warzone Kyle really was not thinking about the fallout from all of this. All he cared about was making it known that he existed. He was tired of lying to people and hiding who he really was. Not his fault two adults don’t know how to restrain themselves and still hadn’t learned. Maybe they should’ve used protection before Kyle came to be. Though, the man seem to have stuck around no matter what and not just for him. Actually, probably not for Kyle at all but he wouldn’t tell Liam that much. No, he wouldn’t tell him how the two said they were “in love” with one another. That’d just be the move of a true douche. Kyle wasn’t drunk enough to be that douchey. ”I don’t tell her to her face. Can you honestly tell me you weren’t thinking along the lines of one of those things?” Kyle knew neitherLiam nor his father’s wife were going to think kindly of the woman who gave birth to Kyle. He could honestly say in their shoes-he wouldn’t. Liam was right in he had to show respect for his parents but that didn’t mean he actually did respect them. They had pretty much raised Kyle to thinking that lying to people was ok, that it was fine to screw around(even if married), and that you could buy your kid off with live. Always fantastic morals to teach an impressionable youth. In retrospect, it really did shape him to how he is-a guy who likes to party and sleep around because really, it is ok isn’t it? Kyle shook his head as he scoffed. The prick made it seem like he worshiped the ground Liam walked on yet he did the same thing to him? Sure Liam had a nice job now but that didn’t work with every person. Especially when the one you wanted to have it work on didn’t respect you at all because you didn’t care about them. If there had been even one bit within his father that cared, he never showed it. Kyle didn’t expect bear hugs daily or anything but something to show the man had a heart in there somewhere. But the teen got nothing but venomous words about how he was pretty much nothing. ”I could care less what I do. They don’t seem to get that some things don’t come to me easily. Besides, I’ll just become a fisherman. I could happily live my life out on a boat.” Kyle actually had no dreams for ambitions and he wasn’t about to start now. Why would he? No one thought he could make it on his own so why not prove them all to be correct. Liam was right-Kyle could be happy doing pretty much anything at all. Mainly if he got away from Maine for good. Kyle thought over everything Liam was saying. While he knew their father could be competitive honestly? It didn’t matter. Kyle just wanted some form of a family. When his dad wasn’t there, his mother was attentive to Kyle and supportive. When he was there? It was all about him. That would hurt anyone after a bit of time. Kyle turned his into anger. He shrugged his shoulders to act like none of it mattered. ”Whatever, guess you’re right. Then again it’d be better then having no parents show up.” Kyle shook his head as he gazed around the room. ”Nope. I was either getting too distracted to see if either parent showed up or I wasn’t channeling my anger correctly. I just eventually quit before I got kicked off.” Kyle got lost in his own thoughts for a moment. Just long enough to look up and see a broom and dust pan shoved in front of him. He thought about protesting but-this was his fault. With a sigh, he grabbed the broom and started to sweep up the mess. He tossed the broken pieces into a large trash bag. The cold air rolled over him as he was still wearing his jacket though his hands were a bit numb now. Kyle worked in silence, even as he helped Liam lay the plastic over the opening. ”I don’t know how long those windows take to come in but I’ve got plywood at my house. I was going to use it to build a paintball field but-” Kyle cut himself off before shrugging. He was never really one to do drawn out apologizes. He had said sorry once and to him, that should be enough. ”So I’ve got about seven hundred some odd dollars in the bank and I can easily get twelve-hundred for all my crap. After I’ll go apply for jobs.” Kyle shifted around before he looked towards the door. ”I’ll bring a check by tomorrow but I should get home and crash.” Kyle made his way to the door. He wasn’t staggering but his body felt off. Mainly because alochol made him very mellow for some reason. Perhaps the “depressant” part of it. torn between what‘s right & what‘s wrong tagged; liam. outfit; here. status;complete notes; brotherly bonding moment. let’s here it-dawwwwww ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[LIAM GABRIEL STIRLING]

[/color] He replied. He pretty much hated Kyle's mom right now. And his own father. It just sickened him that two people would be willing to destroy a family like this....not that there was really much of a family to start with anyways. Liam couldn't help but wonder how many other women his father had been with and how many other half siblings he had running around out there. If he was willing to cheat on is wife, then why not Kyle's mom? Right now, Liam wanted to castrate his dad himself.

Well whatever you wanna be. You need to plan for it. You can't just expect to walk in off the street and land yourself smack dab in the middle of a great career. Liam figured the kid already knew that. But it didn't hurt for him to hear it again. Maybe coming from a practical stranger, it would be taken better. Sometimes when your family told you something, they were just too close to the situation. And yeah Liam was still family, but it didn't really count at this moment in time, because he and Kyle didn't know each other as family.

That's too bad. Liam said softly. He wondered if he could eventually talk Kyle into getting on back onto the team. Despite the fact that he hadn't received the information too well, Liam had always wanted a sibling. Now he was finding out he had one, a brother. Good looking kid, a little misguided. But maybe, secretly, that's why he'd come to Liam? Looking for someone to support him and be there for him full time? If Kyle got back on the team, Liam would show up at every match. Kyle was his brother and that meant something to Liam. It was important to him. But they wouldn't discuss that now.

Liam shrugged and shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. No it's okay...It'll only take a day or so. I can have them rush ordered. He explained. Liam felt bad when Kyle started talking about selling his stuff and taking the money out of his bank account No...no. It's all good man. I'll take care of it, don't worry about it. He said. Liam didn't want the kid to have to get rid of his stuff. He was aggravated and drunk. Liam would give him a pass...this time. Just pay for your windshield and I'll take care of everything else. Liam said as he followed his younger brother to the door. That sounded so weird to him....but kind cool. Even if the circumstances weren't ideal.

Look...you're car can't be driven without a windshield, and you're probably over the legal limit for alcohol anyways... Liam shook his head at Kyle. Why don't I just drive you home? He suggested. Liam grabbed his keys and his leather jacket and lead him to the man door that went to the garage. They walked in and got into Liam's sports car. When they were situated, Liam hit the garage door opener and speed out of the garage. They drove to Kyle's house and pulled into the driveway. Part of Liam hoped that his dad would be there so he could confront him right away. Part of him was glad that he wasn't. He had to have time to think of how best to handle all of this. Liam didn't want to act rashly, like he had just a short while ago when he smashed the windshield out of Kyle's car.

Liam put the car in park and looked at Kyle. So, if you just wanna tell the windshield guys where the car is, send them out tomorrow or something. I'll call you when it's done and you can come get it....Maybe hang out for a bit or something, if you want? He shrugged a little. Liam wasn't exactly sure what Kyle wanted from him now. If he wanted to have a relationship? Or he just wanted to let him know that he existed? Liam wasn't even sure how to approach that question. That's why he'd said they could hang out of Kyle wanted, leaving the ball in his court. [/ul][/size]

[KYLE MICHAEL TEMPLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcdcdc; border: #1c161e 30px solid;] keep your head down, my life is a warzone Kyle shrugged off the bit about how he shouldn’t think that way about his mother. ”Whatever,” was spat out under his breath. If Kyle had his way he’d emancipate himself. That required a job and a way to support yourself, which Kyle didn’t have at this time. Finding a semi-decent job was hard in this town. Not that he expected to start off making six figures but enough to get a cheap apartment would be nice. Then he wouldn’t have to deal with all the lies and bull in his home. Really, Kyle’s mother was delusional in thinking this arrangement could work forever. It was part of what fueled Kyle to come here to be. No, he didn’t want his mother and father to end up together but maybe the man would wake up and smell the roses, ending this charade and go back to his wife. Call it naïve but that’s what Kyle really wanted. ”Well thank you, dad for those facts for the millionth time.” Kyle knew he had to plan for the future and he was tired of hearing about it. Really tired of it. The more people hounded him the less he desired to do anything about it. Between the staff at the school and family, everything felt like a broken record. With Liam’s comment about his wrestling as well, Kyle shook his head. What did it matter to this man? Kyle had come here, smashed up the windows to his house and threw some pretty overwhelming information at him. Yet he was acting like he cared? Kyle hated all the charades people in his life had going on. He didn’t need Liam to start in as well. Kyle knew he was the unwanted one. He was an unplanned love child. No one liked kids like him-they were the bottom of the heap. Even if their father bought him expensive things to keep the peace it didn’t mean there was any affection there. Probably never would be. Kyle listened intently to Liam’s logic. His head bobbed up and down slowly in a nod. Made sense but from what Liam said, these windows were worth a lot more then his car. He’d figure something out, just when he was sober. The part of the alcohol that was making him tired was kicking in. especially after this little debacle, cleaning the glass and then taping plastic on the windows. ”Ok. Thanks…” And, also, in all honesty he didn’t think Liam would be this level headed now. Kyle expected to be kicked out long ago. Not like he had to worry much longer since he could head home. Kyle snorted. He drove home drunker then this all the time but he wasn’t about to say that. From the look on Liam’s face he could tell he really didn’t have any choice in the matter, though. ”Fine,” was grunted out. As they moved outside, Kyle looked over his truck. It may not be a looker like Liam’s car but I worked for him. Especially with paintball. Kyle could toss everything in the back and be on his way. And fishing come the summer. Kyle loved to fish which is why he wanted a career doing it. Some may say that wasn’t a high aspiration but he loved it and was good at it. Was about the only thing he was good at. He wouldn’t be forced into a career he hated just to “have a nice life”. While Liam’s house was impressive looking, it didn’t seem like much of a real life. Kyle may not have any aspiration for the wife, kids, two dogs and a white picket fence at this point but Liam’s house just seemed cold. Kyle would rather have a small apart with some life then some modern place with nothing going on. Kyle shifted in the passenger sit. He didn’t have much of anything to say to this man. In fact, after he picked up his truck they probably wouldn’t say much more. Not like people wanted Kyle around, anyways. Even their father focused on his-Kyle’s-mother more when at the house. Kyle couldn’t remember the last time some focus was on him aside from telling him to shape up to get a good job. As they pulled up to the modest, but rather new, two story house, Kyle undid his seatbelt. There was a chortle from Kyle as Liam talked about “hanging out”. ”First off, genius, please tell me how I’m even going to come get it without a car to drive me there. I’ll just have them tow it back to my place. Second, I don’t need your pity. I didn’t come looking for some brotherly bond. You know the truth and that’s all I give two shits about. You can go back to your life and pretend I don’t exist like everyone else does.” Kyle shoved open the car door and gave it a good slam. As he walked, he fiddled with the keys in his pocket and cracked his neck form side to side. Some people just really got under his skin. torn between what‘s right & what‘s wrong tagged; liam. outfit; here. status;complete notes; brotherly bonding moment. let’s here it-dawwwwww ELLE LIKE COOL of ESM

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[LIAM GABRIEL STIRLING]

[/color] He said in a very serious voice and a facial expression to match. Don't ever, compare to my...our father...I'm not him and I'm never going to be. Got it? If there was one thing Liam hated, it was being compared to his father. Whenever someone did it, he called them out on it. He would NEVER be anything like his dad. Kyle could think they were the, just because they shared the same words of wisdom, but they were polar opposites.

The drive over to Kyle's house was a bit awkward, but they managed with meager smalltalk. It was to be expected though. Why wouldn't your first drive with the brother you didn't know you had, be awkward. Things didn't go much better when they arrived at Kyle's. This kid obviously had some serious unresolved anger issues. Liam knew how he felt. He'd been in a similar situation. Sure he hadn't hated both his parents, but his dad, yeah. Liam had just had to make the decision early on, not to waist his energy on hating the idiot that fathered him, and pour his anger into other things. And that was how he became a successful architect. He'd been able to channel all his feelings, good and bad, into his work. It was his job, but it was also his escape.

When Kyle slammed the door in Liam's face, he decided right then and there he wasn't going to take any guff off this kid. Liam hadn't done anything to him. In fact, he'd gone out of his way to be kind. Getting out of his car, Liam slammed the door. Hey! He started to go after Kyle. You don't get to treat people any old way you want then just walk away. Liam pointed towards him angrily. I'm not giving you my pity...I'm offering my friendship. Liam started to calm down as he got closer to Kyle. I happen to think it's cool that I have a brother...even if the situation isn't ideal...And yah, I don't really know the first thing about you. But because you're my brother, I care about you and what happens to you and whether or not you make the right decisions while you still can. Liam shook his head. But I guess you don't want anyone around that might actually want to care about you, right? Big tough guy like you can't afford to ruin his image...cause that imagine is gonna get you so far in life, right?

Liam waved his hands in frustration, and started walking away from Kyle. Better have that truck off my property by noon tomorrow. Liam wasn't really that hard hearted. He just wanted to give Kyle a taste of his own medicine, hoping it would make him think. Liam wanted to help the kid out. He was leading a tough life, parts of which Liam had experienced. It was easier to go through something, when you had someone that related. But if Kyle didn't want that, Liam certainly wasn't going to force his way in.



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