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Let’s go campin’ pt. 1

They had slept through their alarm, hearing Ma screaming up the stairs at them telling them to get their asses to school. Murphy lifts his head and looks at the clock, "Shit!" he swears, he scrambles out of bed and runs over to Connor's bed and shook him. "Conn! We slept through the alarm! Get te' fuck up!" he shook him a little more before running off to grab his uniform trying to hurry and put it on. He scrambles downstairs with his backpack and shoes and sits on the couch, hurrying to put them on and he was out the door before Connor. He got to school first and hurried into their English class, came in late and sneak behind the rest of the students to take a seat next to Connor's seat, putting his backpack in Connor's seat to save it from others.

He didn't see much of Connor after English cause English was their only class together. But at lunch he found him and sat down next to him giving him a nudge. "What te' fuck took ye so long gettin' to English class?" he whispered, "Woke ye up and everythin'.." he mumbled, rolling his eyes a bit.

Early mornings were always a pain. Connor questioned their existence and his during the wee hours of the weekdays. Former buzzing of the alarm didn't even reach his ears, he was sound asleep. Yet, his blissful land of rest was disturbed when he felt the motion of somebody prodding him to get up, knowing exactly who it was. A brief thought crossed his mind to take the pillow beneath him and sock Murphy as hard as he possibly could with it. Instead, a mere groan of aggravation came from him. "Fuck off..." he muttered as he pulled the blanket further up over him. Just a few more minutes, that couldn't hurt... could it?

Finally rising, Connor dragged himself to get ready. Minimal effort was put into making his bed mimicked by the effort shown with his uniform, shirt half tucked in his pants, coat collar untucked... all things fixed and perfect by their Ma, making him grimace with teenage annoyance. Connor's mind was young, free and naive. He had an array of ideas on what he wanted life to be, ready to charge out and direct his fate as he intended. No Ma fussing, no brother badgering him... little did he know how things would change so drastically.

Breakfast was forgotten as he rushed to school, being late of course. He got a verbal scolding from the teacher as he took his place in the seat, sitting Murphy's bag aside. He slumped back as class resumed though his gaze traveled between the teacher and Murphy now and then, ocassionally becoming by other minor things within the room just so he could keep himself awake.

Lunch was a blessing. It provided his mind time to relax and something to appease his growling stomach. No sooner than he had begun to dig in, was he accompanied by his brother - little one by his standards. The roll of Murphy's eyes made him grin. "I got 'ere, didn' I?" He answered in response with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Ye' know ma is gonna bitch at ye when she get's off work tonight if the teacher calls her 'gain.." Murphy reminds him, "Lucky she won't be home to catch te' call aye? Ain't answerin' it either tis time." He chowed on his food for a moment before catching the eye of a girl walking by and he ducked his head and frowned. Lately he had been really ignoring the girls in school, no matter how much they tried to be sweet with him. He tried to tell himself it was because he knew they were just trying to get to Connor through him, but he sometimes had a feeling that it wasn't like that all together and he was just being weird and picky. He'd been hanging around some of the older guys that smoke outside during lunch but to his surprise he didn't feel like being around them today. He'd rather be in his brothers company rather then trying to be someone he wasn't, those guys were just something to do when his brother was up some girls skirt rather then paying attention to Murphy.

"After school." he states between bites, "What ye' want te' do anyway?" he asks Connor who usually had some plan to do something but sometimes it didn't involve bringing Murphy along like he was older or some shit. Hated that, treating Murph like he was five years younger when they were the same age. Constantly belittling him or talking to him like a child, really did him in sometimes which caused fights before but he was trying to ignore it more lately when it happened.

Connor listened in silence for the moment as he took a drink of what had been offered with school's lunch. He caught Murphy's gaze which seemed to be briefly locked one of the girls that passed by. Connor's followed as she went to take her seat, his tongue poking out just the slightest to lick over dry lips. Accompanying the teenage glory years, Connor had begun to divulge in his adolescent hormones, noticing not only the changes among himself but those within his peers as well. Murphy seemed to be opposite of him, shying away from such socialisms. Connor made a mental note to push him a little more and get him out of his shell. Perhaps he should find a party for them to attend one weekend. Oh, their Ma would surely kill them. With the girl disappearing into the crowd, Connor turned back to Murphy and gave him a nudge. "Relax… Ma can't stay mad at me fahrever, right?" He retorted back with a sly grin.

Connor didn't answer for a bit, thinking about just what exactly he did want to do when he left school. A few bites of food later, he shrugged his shoulders. "Haven't thought much of it… Might go sneak into one of the local pubs but not sure if that's such a good idea…" His words were accompanied with a slight laugh. If he did, he may just end up late again in the morning or not show up at all. "What 'bout you, Murph? Any bright ideas?"

"Nothin' to excitin'.." he finished his food and pushed the tray forward a little. "Probably just go home take a nap.." he was always sleepy, always taking nap more then Connor but maybe it was just a way to avoid actually doing anything else or--getting out of his shell. He often did avoid actually going places with Connor knowing he would always be looked at as the younger no matter what. He hated that but nothing he could do to avoid it, although that was the case he still felt like doing something rather then staying home today. "Maybe we could.. goin' campin' like ye promised last time ye' would?" he muttered a little like he didn't quite want Connor to hear what he said cause usually when he mentioned something Connor said before he always had an excuse why he couldn't do it /now/.

He then grabbed his tray and mumbled something about being back and discarded his tray and left to go to the toilets. While he was in there he was approached by one of the guys he sometimes hung out with. They were bein' kind of too nice almost like the guy liked Murphy, but it must be in his head right? Next thing he knows the taller male hovers closer to him and steals a kiss before leaving Murphy stunned in the bathroom. He quickly left, looking flustered and angry and he just started walking home by himself without so much as looking for Connor the entire time. He was upset, his first kiss had been a boy and it wasn't even a boy he liked. As he was sitting on the couch eating Connor's ice cream out of the carton without care, he came to the conclusion that the guys he'd been hanging with were a bunch of fairies! Shit, now he had to explain everything knowing Connor would be asking him all kinds of stuff when he got home, if he ever did come home tonight.

Finishing the not too appetizing meal, Connor pushed the trey back. It wouldn't be a surprise if he hurried back to his next class and left it there… Attention and efforts not his priority for this place. Murphy's suggestion surprised him, acting as a bitter reminder that he had promised. How long ago had that been though? Must've been some time if Connor couldn't pinpoint the date. Running a hand through his hair, he let out a audible breath. Connor had been so preoccupied with himself and the starting process of figuring out where he fit in this big 'ol world and who he was that he had started to pull away from his brother a little more as the days rolled on when they were once each other's best of friends. "I'll tink about it." He answered honestly. It confused him that such things felt more like tasks anymore than downtime to enjoy and bond as they once did.

Murphy never did return like he said he would, not a big concern at first but as the day lingered on Connor began to wonder where the little shit went, casually asking the few mutual people between them who unfortunately hadn't seen hide or hair of him either. The breaks between classes, Connor found himself outside smoking. Being self absorbed in his own world, he wasn't all that aware of the people Murphy hung around when he wasn't directly in his presence so when noticed the group of guys talking and laughing among themselves about something, he turned a blind eye to it… for the time being.

Late, Connor always seemed to be late to everything these days, including coming home. As soon as the door shut, he was faced with the questions of where was he by their Ma. Reassuring her, he made his way through the kitchen and into the living room, throwing his stuff down. Catching Murphy's presence from a side glance, he full on glared at him. "Where de fuck did ye go?" He asked, gaze traveling down to the ice cream carton in Murphy's hold. "And eatin' all me shit too!" He barked, reaching down to rip the carton from Murphy's grasp.

The outburst took him by complete surprise, leaving him standing there stunned for a moment, eyes wide. He flinched when the carton of ice cream was slammed onto the coffee table and Murphy pushed past him to jolt upstairs. What the fuck had just happened?! A deep breath escaped him and he turned, to face his Ma suddenly who looked at him with concern written along her weary face. Connor's gaze traveled to the floor and he felt bad suddenly though he didn't understand what he felt bad for. He loved what was of their little family; the three of them… He just… Well, things were complicated. Connor just wanted to branch out on his own. All of his life, this house, his Ma, Murphy… They were all he knew. Connor slumped back on the couch in silence, Ma taking what was left of the carton back to the freezer.

The house wasn't the worst, but it wasn't the best either. Upstairs, he could hear the kick to the bathroom door, followed by the flow of the shower afterwards. Connor sat there, idly fiddling with his thumbs as he tried to sort out the problem among himself in his head. He wasn't one for sentiments now, he was starting to harden around the edges and emotions were beginning to become more reclusive within him. After all, wasn't that the standard to being a "man"? He had always tried to be the stronger brother, the one to fall back on. Hearing the water cut off and footsteps above, Connor assumed Murphy had made his way back into the room they shared. Connor willed himself from the couch and made his way upstairs. Quietly, he went into their room, looking over to Murphy's resting form. Connor took a seat at the edge of Murphy's bed, as carefully as he could as if he were afraid to disturb him. "Murph, you awake?" He nearly whispered, though he doubted the other man was asleep so soon.

Quickly dodging the others grasp, Murphy was in a right bitter mood from the day he'd had and he barked back if not louder. "TE FUCK DO YE CARE WHERE I WAS, NOT LIKE YE FUCKIN' CARE!" he probably shouldn't have done that, but he was feeling attacked immediately and fought back. He slammed the carton on the coffee table and shoved hard passed his brother and ran upstairs. An audible slam to their door resounded through the house. Murphy ripped off his clothes and slammed the bathroom door behind him. He was pacing a little, all red in the face from being angry and he turned around and kicked the locked bathroom door for no good reason he could think of other then he was angry. He turned on the bath water and soaked in the tub for about an hour just to calm down. When he got out he was still kind of angry at everyone, but he dried off a bit and wrapped the towel around his waist before coming into the bedroom.

He avoided acknowledging whether or not his brother was in the room, picking up his dirty clothes and shoving them in the clothes basket by the dressers. Then he crawled into bed and pulled the sheet over himself and his head, hiding away from this stupid fucked up world where people thought it was funny to mess with his feelings. Mess with his head and whatever else they could do to Murphy. The fuck had that kid thought it'd be a good idea to be kissing him for like it was some kind of big joke, like they thought he was fucking gay or something. He wasn't.. he didn't fuckin' know actually what he was, his feelings were all kinds of mixed up since he'd gotten older and had less time with Connor now. He just wanted to be around him, join in on the fun but every time he did he just seemed to be the outcast of the group no matter what. It wasn't like he was trying to be weird and quiet but it was just that he didn't feel very welcomed around Connor's friends.

"Aye.." he muttered from underneath the sheet. He'd laid there for a minute long enough to start getting tired from the warm bath he'd just had. All the anger deflated and now he was just kind of feeling needy. He uncovered his head slowly and rolled over to look at the other, blinking tiredly. "Em sorry Conn.." he starts before Connor could say anything else. "Didn' mean te' yell at ye jus.. had a bad day.." he sighed, rubbing at his face a little. He just wanted to forget for a moment what happened today, just sleep it off. He rolled on to his side facing Connor and reached to him a little.

"Somethin' happened today.." he mutters, looking away from Connor with a frown. "Was in the toilets.. bout' to come back to see where ye' were and this.. this guy I hang out wit' sometimes cornered me and kissed me.. didn' know what to do.. felt angry.. been botherin' me all day.. Don' go tellin' Ma I'll never here ta' end of it eit'er.."

Connor frowned upon the apology. Really, Murphy didn't have to apologize or explain anything. He hadn't done anything, had he? Connor rolled his eyes at that. "Shut de fuck up with dat… Don't wanna 'ear it…" He grumbled. "Nothin' to be sorry for…" He slumped in his posture. Pride was strong for Connor, mouth opening slightly several times in attempts to admit where he felt he was in the wrong and yet, no words came from him but he knew he had been lacking as a brother. If they didn't have nothing else, they had one another and he was letting Murphy down.

Suddenly he perked up, form stiffening as his eyes narrowed. Hands curled into fists, gripping the sheets beneath him. "He did what?" Connor's voice seemed to change, taking on a more serious and deeper tone. He felt the heat of anger start to rise within him. "I'll knock 'is fuckin' teeth out, I will…" He muttered under his breath, mind going back to earlier that day. It wouldn't be that much of a challenge for him to find the culprit if he truly wanted to. Connor flinched, feeling Murphy's slight touch. His expression softened some but still, he felt that protectiveness for his brother. "I won't tell her." He assured.

Murphy looked on at his brothers expression, the anger in it worried him like he might actually kill the guy who did it, slightly regretting telling him but at the same time he couldn't hold it in either, he needed to get it out. "Conn.." he frowned, sitting up. "It wasn'--" he stopped himself, "Was just a kiss.. just-- took me by surprise I guess.. It's alrigh' I'll get over et'.. just won't hang wit t'em no more.." he assured his brother though he knew it was too late to stop it now, Connor was going to do something whether he liked it or not. He scooted closer and wrapped arms around his brother in a hug, laying his head on his shoulder.

"GET YER BUTTS DOWN 'ERE AND EAT!" Their Ma shouts up the stairs making Murphy flinch and sigh. He wasn't in the mood to eat anything but knew better then to refuse their mothers food. He climbed out of bed and pulled on underwear before looking to Connor, not really knowing what to say before he just goes downstairs to eat. He was silent while he ate while Ma and their aunt sat there eating and talking.

He finished his food and went to the laundry room in the basement, turned on the light and pulled on a fresh shirt that'd been just dried. He looked around and listened and then he went to a closet/room near the back of the basement where he'd made a hide out, not even Connor had bothered to come back here cause he didn't know about it. He grabbed the joint he rolled earlier and lit it. He came back up an hour later still kind of stoned and went right up to their room in order to spray on some of Connor's cologne to mask the scent of skunk. That's why he'd been hanging around the older kids, to get weed off them with his allowance money.

Connor sighed. There wasn't one thing about this and he did consider himself the protector of the two. Connor pulled him in closer, resting his face in Murphy's hair, taking in the clean smell. "Aight… If they cause anymore problems though, they'll 'av ter deal with me." Connor chalked it all up to that he was just looking out for his brother and nothing more but the way he felt towards the matter was something deeper than that. If he had actually saw the scene unfold before him, he couldn't promise the guy wouldn't be sent to the infirmary. He swallowed hard, attempting to ignore whatever confusing thoughts lingered in the back of his mind. Life was hard enough without him questioning things within his own personal circle. He merely closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the little moment they had, as they once did. Though the innocence of childhood had nearly faded. What would people think of their closeness and what if something were to happen? Connor was beginning to find himself tore between the bond they shared and the stigma society put on others.

The yell of their mother jerked him to attention and he pulled away quickly, heart beginning to race. Something told him that Murphy wasn't all that thrilled to go down and in truth, neither was he. It was an odd thing that when his brother seemed to be in a off mood, it effected him the same. "C'mon… Better get down dare before she chews our 'eads off." Connor offered a chuckle to try and lighten the atmosphere. Connor tried not to let his gaze linger to Murphy when he got up to pull a pair of underwear on. These days Connor felt awkward in certain instances with Murphy where before Murphy would be the only person he felt his most comfortable around.

Dinner was silent for the most part, stiff and just tedious and draining. Their Ma talked with their aunt for the most part and Connor ate his fill, leaving the rest to just be picked at and pushed around on his plate until he could be excused. In a means to give them both some space, given the day had been tense, Connor decided to hang back in the kitchen and help their Ma with the dishes. Only after he was done, did he make his way back up to the room to settle in for the night. Coming into the room though, the faint smell of his cologne lingered, leaving him to raise a brow, attention landing on Murphy. The fuck was he doing now? Taking more of his shit again? Connor decided not to push another matter and upset him further. Rather, he took his place on his own bed. "So… I was thinkin'… 'Bout what ye said earlier today… We can go camping, dis weekend, if ye want."

Giving a slight cough, he felt guilty and rather nervous, worried that his brother would know--fuck sake he would know the second a giggle comes out of him, Conn will know. He straightened up a little, keeping a straight face and he went over to Connor and climbed on his bed to lay beside him. "Aye?" he asks, kind of surprised Connor would finally take him camping although, he wasn't crossing any fingers at this point. Conn talked up a storm but most of the time he'd forget or just not do it all together. "Ye' really gon' te or ye' just sayin' tha' cause ye feel bad fer not takin' me in te first place?" he asked with a little smirk as he turned on his side facing his twin.

Maybe it would be fun, they could make a fire and go deep off from the town and really be alone for once. They were never truly alone with their mother and these thin walls separating the boys from her. It really felt like he was trapped sometimes but really, he just wanted to finally be alone with him and just relax and talk and do stupid things like they use too. "Maybe we could.. make fuckin' s'mores or somethin' aye?"

Filling the bed dip down under Murphy's weight, Connor knew he had to be cautious with him in such a close range. He released a soft breath, looking down at what was essentially the other part of him. They were one another's strength and weakness. Connor rolled his eyes as he gave a shove to Murphy for asking such a thing even though, he wasn't entirely wrong. Connor did feel bad for skipping out before and other times Murphy wanted to be in his company and he found some excuse to bail. But, he also thought it would be good for Murphy, to get away from the stresses of life and maybe it would even be good for him too. He had been so occupied trying to just roll through the motions, he'd truly forgotten how to live. "I don't feel bad for ye, asshole… Doin' it 'cause I want ter do it, dat's all…" He grumbled, an attempt to keep up that tough barrier around himself.

The suggestion made Connor scoff. He flopped back, laying across Murphy as he gazed up at the ceiling. "S'mores?" He repeated. "Will ye ever grow up?" He asked in amusement, a chuckle following his words. In a way though, he hoped Murphy never did lose that softer and even sweeter side to him. It helped to balance them out. "Sure… We'll do whatever ye want."

"Aye I fuckin' said s'mores! And.. and drinkin'.. whatever we can get our hands on anyway.. know where ma keeps the keys to the liquor cabinet.. think she's all smart an' shit keepin it in her jewelry box.." not that he should know where it was, let alone be in his ma's jewelry but he ignored that bit. He squirmed a little and sighed, "Where we gon' te get a tent? think we got one in the shed Da' might've left us?" he asks. The thought of spending time with Connor, all night in a tent just the two of them sounded fun. He smiles a little, "Hey.. ye wan te see somethin?" he asks, sitting up a little. "'long as ye don' tell ma.. not dat I tink ye would but.." he sat up and moved Connor before getting up. He looked to Connor and gestured for him to follow. They snuck past their mother and aunt in the kitchen to the basement, and Murphy opens his hide-away closet door and plops into the blankets and pillows he stuffed inside. Then he holds up a joint to Connor, "Fuckin' don't say shit.. Ma would kill us bot'.." he gives a nod. "Fuckin' sit and close te door."

"Course ye did… You'll get all shit faced an' pass out on me in dat case." But the thought of bringing liquor into the mix sound fun. Connor was always up for a drink or two. Brows furrowed at the mention of the jewelry box but he just chalked it up to their Irish blood and the love they had for a good drink that led Murphy to scout out the key to the cabinet. Their Ma was clever but, they were always a step ahead of her. "I'll look 'morrow, see if there's one out dare." Connor sat up when Murphy got up, looking up at his brother with a curious gaze. "Ye know our secrets are ours." He assured. Connor rarely spoke about the things they shared to their Ma because most of them were things that either strengthened their bond or was minor occurrences Connor himself could handle. Getting up, he followed quietly behind Murphy, sneaking past the kitchen and into the basement. Connor's eyes widened a bit at the little hide-away. "Ye sneaky wee bastard… So dis is where ye go, aye?" He scoffed as he took a seat beside Murphy, closing the door behind him. He snatched the joint from his brother's grasp, pressing it past his lips and inhaling a deep breath of the contents. Smoke bellowed out seconds after and a content sigh seemed to slip from him. He was quiet for a moment but then, he looked back over to Murphy, handing the joint back to him. "Da fuck did ye get dis from?"

"That guy who kissed me.. he sells it to me from time te time.. now I don' think I'll be askin' him no more after the shit he pulled today.. find someone else.." he took a hit and got comfortable in his little hide-away. He grinned a little, "Aye this where I been goin' when ye' and Ma can't find me.. know none of ye would come lookin' ere so I just made it me own. But now ye know about it, suppose it's ours now.." he shrugged a bit. He didn't mind having it to their own. Could be a good thing, but sometimes Murphy wanted to be alone but he knows if Connor knows he wants to be alone he wouldn't be bothered.

After a long hour of smoking, the closet was foggy with smoke and Murphy was high as a kite, giggling about something they were talking about. He moved to lay against Connor's chest and stretch out, yawning a little. "Wish it was Friday.. don' want te go to school tomorra'.." he frowned, "Don' want te be made fun of, lord knows what tha' prick probably told his friends.. What te fuck anyway! I'm no' gay!" he crossed his arms and grumbled.

A faint smile peaked at the corners of Connor's lips at the statement. They had always shared everything together and yet he was trying to change that between them. Maybe he was being a real jerk about things. "Tis a good place ter go… Quiet, cozy… Tis very, Murphy like." His smile grew wider when he looked over to his brother.

Time seemed to pass quickly as they fell back into old habits of conversing among themselves, laughing with one another and just getting back to what made them, well them. Whether it was the relaxing effects of the weed in his system or the nostalgia of what they've always been; Connor found himself pulling Murphy closer to him without hesitation or any second guessing. He could fall asleep here and now with his twin using him as a pillow and be perfectly content. A hand found it's way to Murphy's hair, fingers scheming through the strands. "We got two more days… Don't worry about dem, if they say anythin' I'll take care of it." Connor may have started to become more relaxed through the years but when it came to Murphy, his fists could still do the talk for him if need be. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath. "Course you're not! Fuck dem! Bunch of assholes…"

Murphy huffed a bit, but relaxed finding the fingers running through his hair relaxing. He ended up going quiet, little did Connor know he was beginning to fall asleep. He jumped awake, realizing he was falling asleep and groaned, rubbing his eyes. Faintly he heard their ma' calling for them and he frowned. He crawled out and got up, stretching his arms above his head. It was late, better get sleep for tomorrow. With a silent look to Connor they went up stairs and Murphy instead of crawling into his own bed, crawled into Connor's which he hadn't done for months. He curled up on his stomach and fell fast asleep.

In the morning he de-tangled himself from Connor and lazily got ready for school after shutting off the alarm. The walk to school was quiet, he had a bad feeling in his stomach and he stuck close to Connor when he could. When he was alone, putting his stuff in his locker the same guy came up to him, picking on him about the kiss and Murphy got so pissed off at him for picking on him he nailed the guy in the face with his fist and yelled at him in Gaelic before storming off to the playground where he bummed a smoke off a kid and sat under the slides, knuckles bruised and his hand shaking while he attempted to smoke.

Connor knew they shouldn't share one bed together, they were getting too old to be doing these kinds of things together. But, the company felt nice. Murphy was warm and his presence was comforting to Connor. Against better judgement, Connor wrapped his arms around Murphy and snuggled into him, drifting off to sleep.

The following morning was even more aggravating than the previous, simply because Connor didn't want to lose the moment of closeness between him and his brother. But he reminded himself they only had tomorrow left until the weekend. Connor accompanied Murphy to school on time today and for the most part they hung around one another. Knowing the events of yesterday, Connor felt a need to keep a close watch over Murphy but unfortunately there had to be times between classes where they were separated.

Slamming his locker door shut, Connor overheard a group of guys speaking among themselves about something, noticing one rubbing the side of his cheek. Eyes narrowed, Connor stormed up to them, an argument ensueing. "Run ye mouth some more and I'll knock ye teeth down ye throat..." he threatened and left them in a huff. Connor searched for Murphy, eventually finding him outside. He kneeled down under the slide in front of him, sigh leaving him. "Ye alright, Murph?"

"Fuck 'em Conn.. They told the whole fuckin' school practically that em a fuckin' faggot.." his hands shaking, anger in his eyes. "Fuckin' hate tis place, should'a seen te girls lookin at me Conn, fuckin' disgusted wit me now. I'll never find anyone in tis fuckin' school don' think I want te anyway. Don' want anybody.." he frowned, he could do this; be alone never be with anyone. Fuck it why did he need anybody when he had Connor right? He looked to Connor and tossed his smoke. "Let's get outta here aye?" he said and climbed out from under the slide and brushed off his pants. He saw those guys in the distance, talking to one of the teachers and they all started looking his way. He felt so angry, those fuckers rattin' on him for some shit they started. "FUCK YOU!" he screamed at them from across the playground and flipped them off. He hit his chest with both hands. "COME GET ME YE FUCKERS!"

He knew he was in for it if they came over, two against five wasn't a good out come so he knew they should just go but he was so pissed off he wanted to start swinging left and right as much as he could fight. Eventually though the guys were told by the teacher to leave it and the teacher came over. "Murphy Macmanus!" she said angrily, "What is your problem with those boys?" he asked. "They were-- They called me fuckin' gay! Ain' a faggot." he huffed. "Watch your language Macmanus. I suggest you and your brother go home. Detention. Tomorrow Murphy." and after that, Murph having nothing more to say to that he hung his head a little as she walked away.

Walking home was quiet, they stopped for smokes and snacks and then went out to the back yard and sat at the picnic table, smoking. Ma would be at the bar late so they had a good chunk of the night to spend by themselves. He was hovered over a small plate in his lap rolling a doobie and then lit it up. Passing it to Connor he hops up to sit on the table part instead of the bench and then grabbed a chip from the bag and popped it into his mouth. "Fuck detention tomorra'.. ain' goin.."

Connor bit into his bottom lip, wanting to reach out to his brother and just bring him into a tight hug and yet at the same time bash someone's heads in. Typically the more calmer and relaxed in terms of having his emotions reigned in, that didn't mean Connor didn't plot things within his mind for those that crossed him or Murphy wrong. Perhaps that made him more dangerous than the other twin. "Don't say that, Murph… The girls in this school aren't the only ones in the world." Connor spoke with a frown. Following his brothers lead, he nodded and got up, about to start walking until his gaze followed Murphy's, eyes narrowing at the guys. His fists flexed at his sides, Connor believing that he had the strength alone to take them all on if he had to. The anger exerted from his brother was well deserved but with the teacher there, Connor knew they were fucked.

"Murph… C'mon…" He muttered, as he reached out to tug on his twin's arm. Yet, their teacher came storming over causing Connor to let out a deep breath, rolling his eyes. "But they-!" He attempted to put in but was shot down quickly with threats of being in equal trouble as Murphy if he continued. Once more, Connor bit at his bottom lip as she began to walk away. "I'll break their fuckin' jaws if I catch 'em out… See if they wanna go 'round kissin' people den." He huffed.

Connor didn't like the silence between them on the way home but he knew a lot was weighing on Murphy's mind so he didn't push. He just merely glanced at him here and there, observing his facial expressions. Sitting at the picnic table, Connor was quiet himself, thinking about everything that day and scenarios of how to get the group to themselves out of a teacher's watchful eye or even the one guy specifically. Justice. He wanted his own justice for his brother. Connor was beginning to learn that life wasn't fair and people were easily persuaded but he, he saw the wrongs overlooked. He shook his head when the doobie was handed over to him, taking it from Murphy and inhaling a deep breath of it. He let the smoke linger for a bit before releasing a breath of it. At least they had some time tonight before Ma came back.

"Ye know… We could just skip tomorrow… Go campin' early. We can stow away in your wee hide out til Ma's gone den split." Connor suggested.

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