you had seen the dark twisted side of james conner. you had seen it corrupt your brother since he was 13. you were never stupid. everytime your brother came home with bloodshot eyes and barely conscious, he blamed it on the rain. but you knew the truth. and the truth was james conner.

he was 15 and you were 13 the first ever time you met him.

you were young and too over yourself, and really thought that you could save your brother from him. epic fail. you had showed up to James’ house, in the middle of one of his ‘parties’ after finding your brother passed out in his room. you went batshit on him, but of course. his eyes were hollow, he didn’t have any care in the world on what he was doing. to your brother, to himself, to anyone.

after the incident, your brother heard about it and that ended in an argument that pretty much strained your whole relationship.

he was your twin brother. your best friend. and now all you could do was sit back and watch the damage.

for the past four years, your brother had been battling his own internal issues, yet he still couldn’t push away from the true cause of it anymore.

the second time you met james conner was tonight.

you weren’t supposed to be at a house party. especially at this house. james conner’s house. the only reason you were here was to keep a lookout on your brother. even if he didn’t want it.

you were pouring a drink when you noticed a familiar figure. he had a cigarette, that most likely wasn’t just a cigarette, in one hand, and his other in the pocket of his black hoodie.

you couldn’t make out who it was until they lifted their head. and you were met with those same soulless brown eyes that you had seen 4 years ago. they still haunted you.

he started making his way over to you, and you could feel your blood boiling.

the last thing you wanted to do was even been in a 10 foot radius of him. you just wanted to beat the—

“you look like you want to beat the fuck out of me.” he says bluntly, once he’s close enough. too close. he’s close enough to where he could reach out and touch your arm.

he takes a drag of his cigarette, studying you with those hollow brown eyes.

“your brother here?”