This ist for LittleAngrySchoolboy

Hopefully you'lle like it. Don't worry, there will be a second and mabye a third part;)

POV Angus:

It was dark and warm the whole time. And then all of a sudden it was so bright. Colors flashed in my sight and I screamed out loud when someone cut off my source of food. What was going on here Why were these weird people looking at me with those creepy white teeth? Do they want to eat me?! A person held me underwater and I cried loudly. It was cold! I want to go back to where I came from! Somebody dressed me in something warm and cozy. That actually feels nice. I sighed a little and closed my eyes humming. Suddenly I was laid on something and opened my eyes again. A woman looked me in the eye and smiled proudly as she held me to her. A man stood behind her and beamed at me. Was that mom? Mommy! I squealed enthusiastically and gurgled a little. Mama smiled at me and stroked my head.

"Hello Angus." Angus? Who was that? Is that me? I like the name! "That's dad." Said mom, pointing to the man. Dad? Was that mommy's twin? Wait ... that must have been the guy who talked to me. He had told me that he was dad. I shrieked enthusiastically when I was put in his arms. I like him! He caressed my cheek.

"Hello Angus, my little son. Nice to finally meet you." To meet? He had spoken to me! I closed my eyes again. In this room it was just too much light. I want to go back home. "Sleep a little, Angus." I heard Dad whisper and then I fell asleep.

*

POV Malcolm:

I sat on the sofa at home and waited. I hate waiting! I always have to wait! If I want candy I have to wait! If I get a toy, I'll have to wait for George to give it to me! George, my big brother sat next to me. He was six years old. I was two and could speak pretty well. George drew on paper with a pen.

"What are you doing, Gorg?" I asked.

"My name is George. Not Gorg." Said George.

"What are you doing?" I repeated impatiently. "Can I paint too?"

"No! I'm not painting! I'm writing! I'm learning the alphabet! This is something else! Little children paint! I'm a first grader!" I crossed my arms and looked away in a huff. He kept calling me a little kid, even though I'm two years and three months old! At least that's what mom told me. And I think that's pretty old already.

"Gorg. When are mom and dad coming?" I moaned.

"I don't know, Mal." George muttered intently. I grumbled and looked out the window again. Suddenly I saw bright lights outside and quickly ran to the glass wall to look out. Mom and dad! They got out of the car and had something with them. Do I get a present!? No. It's probably something for George again. Shortly afterwards they came into the house.

"Mommy! Daddy!" I exclaimed happily and ran towards the two of them. Mom suddenly wasn't that fat anymore. In the past few weeks she had gotten quite fat and now she was almost thin. "Do you have a present for me?" I asked excitedly. Dad smiled at me and picked me up. We went to the kitchen, where Dad put me on the table. Mama put the stretcher or whatever it was on the table.

"Meet your little brother." Said mom and pulled the little blanket down a little. Big green eyes looked at me. Was that an alien!? Help! He was bald and had a pacifier in his mouth. I shrieked in fear and hid behind Dad. Mom laughed.

"What is that?" I whimpered.

"This is your brother, Malcolm."

"Like Gorg?" I asked quietly.

"Yes. He is your little brother. George is your big brother." I nodded a little and Dad sat me down on the table again. I took a closer look at "my brother". He had small hands with many fingers. Just like me. He was very small, but his face looked like mine. I carefully took my plump little hands in mine. My brother looked at me curiously.

"Hello. I'm your big brother." I smiled tightly.

"His name is Angus." Said mom.

"Hello Angus." I mumbled and smiled a little. Angus tightened his fingers around my index finger and gargled at me. He didn't have teeth! But somehow I liked him. He was pretty cute. I leaned down and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "I love you, Angus. I'll always take care of you, okay? I'll show you how to play the guitar. Gorg will teach me and I'll show you." Angus squealed happily. I grinned.

*

POV Angus:

Brother? What the hell is that? A smaller person stood in front of me and talked to me. He gave me his hand and smiled at me. He had dark hair and brown eyes. Also quite wide lips. His voice was very soothing. Even more comforting than mom and dad's. I like him!

"I'm your big brother Malcolm." He said. Malcolm? Was that a Surname? Probably. Sounds kind of funny. I giggled a little and he smiled at me. I really like him! I was carried away from him and cried. Mama took me somewhere else. I want to stay with Malcolm! He was so nice! I was put on something soft. What's this?

"Do you think he likes the bed?" Asked Dad as Mom covered me. Bed? Was that what I was lying on? Apparently. Mom kissed the top of my head and I fell asleep almost immediately.

*

POV Malcolm:

Angus was a great guy. I really liked him. Even if he was still pretty little and could be a real asshole sometimes. Mom bathed him yesterday and he threw his bath foam in my face! After that my eyes hurt and were red. But he's still a baby. So I can't be angry with him. At least that's what mom said. I was so mad that I wanted to pull Dad's baseball bat over his head. But if Angus looks at you with his big eyes, then you can't be mad at him, can you? Angus was a pretty calm baby. At least during the day. He was never quiet at night. He screamed really loud until my ears ached. He cried for food and extra attention. This little brat always wanted to be the center of attention! And then Mama came to Angus and my room and brought him a bottle of warm milk. She fed and caressed him. She sang songs to him softly and paid him attention. I tried it once too. After practicing a few times, I actually managed to let out a good loud baby cry. After a few minutes mom came to see me too. I even managed to pull out a few tears to make it seem more realistic. But mom just gave me a bottle of milk and then left. She told me that I was a big boy and that I could do this alone. I got no pats, no kisses and no cuddles. That's all about the simple life.

*

"Malcolm! I need your help!" I heard Mama call. What was going on again? I ran down to the kitchen.

"What's the matter, mom?" I asked.

"Can you put a new diaper on Angus? I have to cook." Mom said and smiled at me.

"I should change him?" I asked stunned. She nodded.

"Angus is in his little swing in the living room. You know where the diapers are, don't you?"

"But mom. How do I deserve this?" I moaned. "Have I ever done anything to you?" She laughed.

"No. You don't."

"I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all." I grumbled. Mama laughed.

"Don't say that." I grumbled and went into the living room. Angus looked at me with big green eyes and made movements for me. I rolled my eyes and slowly lifted him out of the crib. Then I dragged him into the bathroom.

"Man, you are pretty heavy, Angus." I grumbled as I heaved him onto the changing table and sat down next to him. He giggled. I rolled my eyes and opened his diaper. "Oh my God! How can you stink like that?!" I moaned and immediately pressed both hands to my nose. Angus laughed and moved away. "Hey! Stay here!" I held him tight and pulled the shit diaper off him, which I then threw in the trash can. Damn it! He stinks so much! I gently washed him off and put some cream on him before wrapping him in a new diaper. He kept crawling away from me. "Stay here!" I held him tight and closed the diaper. He giggled. "Now you're beautiful again." I sighed and lifted him into my lap.

*

POV Angus:

We were in a swimming pool. Mama was blowing my arm floats. I stood next to her impatiently and waited for her to finally finish. Malcolm and George were already in the water. Mal didn't have to wear stupid arm floats because he could swim. But mom and dad only let him swim where he could stand on tiptoe. He and George were fooling around.

"Mom." I moaned. She giggled and put the arm floats on my arms. I screamed happily and ran into the water. George caught me and turned me around, making airplane noises. I laughed. Malcolm watched us giggling.

"George! Don't be so quick!" Mom cried worriedly. George rolled his eyes and set me down again. Malcolm clapped his hands and told me to swim to him. I tried, but it didn't work.

"Hey! George!" Called a boy. We turned our heads and saw several teenagers. George got out of the water and went to them.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"These are George's classmates." Malcolm said and shrugged. "Come on, Ang. I'm going to teach you to swim, okay?" I nodded excitedly. We went to a slightly shallower stretch where I could just stand. Malcolm had one hand on my hip and was holding me up. He showed me what to do with my arms and I repeated it. "Exactly." Malcolm praised. I grinned at him. He taught me, how I had to kick my legs and then I could swim a little. Man! That was exhausting! Even with arm floats! Malcolm watched me smile.

"Mommy! I can swim!" I exclaimed enthusiastically, but mom was lying on a deck chair and reading a book. I sighed and held out my lower lip, whimpering.

"Sh. It's good, Ang." Malcolm hugged me. "She must have fallen asleep. You can show her later." I nodded and sniffed a little.

"Can we go sliding?" I asked excitedly. Malcolm nodded, giggling. So we did. We held hands and ran up the great spiral staircase. After ages we were finally up. Nobody was here, so we were allowed to slide immediately. Malcolm sat down and I sat on his lap. Malcolm wrapped his arms around me and we slipped away. "Whew!" I screamed. Malcolm laughed. Soon the last bend came and Malcolm pushed me away so he wouldn't hurt me if we hit the water. I disappeared into the water screeching and then reappeared at the edge of the pool. I held on tight and saw Malcolm appear smiling. He turned his head and looked around. I hid, giggling.

"Angus!?" Malcolm called. I put a hand over my mouth and giggled. "Angus! Where are you!?" Malcolm looked for me and I grinned. "Angus! Stop doing that! Where are you!?" The adults looked at Malcolm questioningly. "Has anyone seen my little brother!?" Malcolm exclaimed in panic. "He's short, has long curly hair, wears light blue swimming trunks and red arm floats." The adults shook their heads. "Angus! Where the hell are you!" I laughed, but when I saw tears running down Malcolm's cheeks, I immediately exclaimed:

"I'm here!"

"Oh my God! Angus!" Malcolm swam over to me and hugged me. I hummed happily as he pressed me against his body. "Oh God. I thought you drowned." Malcolm whimpered. Then he looked me in the eye. "Never do that again! Do you hear me! I was so worried!" He scolded. I giggled a little. He sounded like mom.

"That was just a joke. I was hiding."

"That wasn't fun, Ang! I was worried about you!" Malcolm exclaimed. "I thought you drowned!" I looked at him guilty.

"Sorry." I muttered. Malcolm got out of the water and went to his lounge chair where he lay down. I started crying and ran after him. He had closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Mal." I whimpered and pulled a little on his long straight hair. "I'm sorry." A smile formed on his lips and he opened his eyes.

"It's okay." He muttered, pulling me next to him. "I was just worried about you, Ang. Please don't ever do that again." I nodded. "I love you, Ang."

"Love you too." I hummed happily.

*

POV Malcolm:

Angus was my little brother and I was his big brother. We were best friends and no one could part us. We sat in the living room and watched TV.

"Angus, come with me." I said and took his hand. I pulled him into our room that we shared.

"What are we doing here?" Asked Angus. "Do you want to kill me?" I laughed.

"No. I don't want to, you moron." We sat down on my bed and I took out a knife.

"I knew it! You want to kill me! Mom!" Angus screamed and wanted to run away. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his waistband.

"I don't want to kill you. If I wanted to kill you, I would have stabbed you when you were a baby." Angus looked at me in shock. I laughed. "Was just a joke. Come here." My brother giggled a little and sat down next to me again. "You are my brother, right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And you are my best friend, right?"

"Yes." Angus nodded.

"Do you want to be my blood brother too?" Angus looked at me intently and cocked his head.

"Like Winnetou and Old Shatterhand in the movie?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yes exactly."

"I want to be Winnetou!" Angus screamed. I rolled my eyes.

"OK. Give me your hand." Angus gave me his hand. I raised the knife.

"I'm scared." My brother whimpered.

"You don't have to." I cut open his small palm a little. Angus gasped as blood trickled down his palm. I gave him the knife. "Now you." I held out my right hand to him. Angus cut into the palm of my hand. "Not that deep, you idiot!" I screamed.

"You went deep too." Angus pouted.

"You cut half my hand apart!"

"Don't be such a drama queen." Angus grumbled. I giggled a little. We shook hands and pressed our cuts together. Then we hugged. "Are we blood brothers now?" Angus asked excitedly. I nodded, giggling.

"Yes." Angus hugged me.

"I love you brother."

"I love you too, brother." I giggled.

*

POV Angus:

Today was my first day of school. Mom, Dad, George, and Malcolm went to school with me. I was so damn excited. Many children ran through the large school yard. George and Malcolm said goodbye and were about to leave, but I held Malcolm by his school uniform. He looked down at me.

"What is?" He asked puzzled.

"I want you to stay with me." I whimpered.

"Ang, I have to go to class."

"But I want you to stay with me." I repeated, and a few tears ran down my cheeks. Malcolm brushed them aside.

"You can't. When the day is over we'll meet right here, okay?" I nodded, sniffing.

*

Malcolm hadn't lied. The day had been great and he was waiting for me. We went to school together every day. George didn't want anything to do with us because we were "little babies". Plus, he was just 14 and thought he could be the king of the world. Everything was so nice until ... well, until mom told me to pack all my things. We're moving to Australia. I have no idea where that is, but I want to stay here in Scotland! It's beautiful here! Even if the weather is mostly completely stupid and it is constantly wet and cold. But it's nice here. Well ... actually not. But I want to stay here! I was put in the car next to George and Malcolm, and then we drove to an airport. I looked at the planes in amazement. For an 8 year old that's pretty amazing. Mama told me not to let go of Malcolm's hand. So I took Malcolm's hand tightly in mine. Malcolm smiled at me a little. After a long wait, we got on a plane. I sat next to Mal and George. Mom and Dad sat behind us.

"I'm scared." I whimpered, looking at Malcolm. I knew he was scared too. Neither of us had flown before.

"It's going to be fine, Ang." Malcolm muttered tightly, holding my hand tighter. The plane took off and we looked out the window.

"Mal." I moaned.

"What's going on, Ang?" Malcolm asked worriedly.

"I'm getting sick." I whimpered. George and Malcolm looked at me worried.

"You're quite pale." Said George. I whimpered.

"I'm sick." That was the final warning before I vomited. Right over Malcolm. Malcolm shrieked as I puked on his lap. Mom and Dad looked through to us from between the seats. Malcolm stared in shock at my puke, which was now on his lap and shirt.

"Mama." Malcolm wailed.

"Sit down, darling. Everything will be fine." Mom mumbled. "Are you feeling better, Angus?" I nodded dazedly. George gave me a handkerchief to wipe my mouth with. Malcolm looked down at his lap, grimacing.

"Sorry." I muttered. Malcolm nodded tightly. We were allowed to take off our seat belts, but Malcolm left the seatbelt on. Malcolm tilted his head back restlessly and moved his legs a little. My leftover food and stomach acid seeped through the fabric of his jeans and I was sure he could feel it on his skin. I took Malcolm's hand and looked at him pityingly. My brother smiled a little. "I'm really sorry, Mal." He nodded.

"How do we get this away?" Asked George.

"Not at all." Dad said. "We are not allowed to get up."

"W ... what?" Malcolm asked in shock.

"I'm sorry, honey." Said Mama, petting Malcolm's shoulder. Malcolm bit his lip and nodded. I could see he was fighting back tears. The acidic smell also slowly rose into my nose and I could imagine how he was doing.

"How long are we flying?" Asked George.

"22 hours." Dad said and leaned back.

"Please don't." Malcolm whispered. Me and George looked at him sadly. "I don't want to." Malcolm whimpered. Tears formed in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry." I said. Malcolm tilted his head back.

*

After four hours, the smell had gotten really bad. Malcolm had closed his eyes and was trying to distract himself. I was still holding his hand. Ma and Dad slept, as did the other passengers, as it was quite late. George tried to sleep. Malcolm sat between us. Tears ran down his cheeks.

"Stop crying." George grumbled, turning away so he wouldn't have to hear Malcolm sobbing. I looked at George angrily. I wiped the tears from Malcolm's cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Mal." Malcolm nodded, whimpering, and sniffed. "What if you take off your pants? The others are all asleep." I said.

"I can't. I can't just get off in my underpants in Australia." George laughed.

"The sight would be great." I looked at him angrily again.

"Try to sleep, Mal." I comforted.

"Can't." Malcolm muttered.

*

After torturous hours, we finally arrived. We got out and got our suitcases. Mama wanted Malcolm to give another pair of pants, but Dad was dying to go to our new house, so we took the bags and were taken to our new house in a taxi. It was actually nice. More beautiful than that in Scotland. It was white and had a large garden. The living room, kitchen and bathroom were on the ground floor. The bedrooms were upstairs. Malcolm and I now had separate rooms. Mine was next to his. Our furniture was already here and everything was set up. Dad had been here before and had everything set up with his new work colleagues. I fell on my bed and smiled. Malcolm was in the bathroom washing himself. I laughed a little when I thought of the look on his face.

POV Malcolm:

It wasn't going well for me at the moment. Not in school and mentally either. To be honest ... I hurt myself. Everything revolved around Angus! Nobody cares how I am! Everything Angus did was so wonderful and no one cared about what I did. I sat in my room kicking a soccer ball angrily. At some point Angus came in.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Breathe." I murmured. Angus laughed. He sat down next to me.

"What's up?"

"None of your business." I turned away from him.

"Come on. What's up? We are brothers. Already forgotten? You can tell me anything." He caressed my shoulder.

"I'm tired of being second!" I screamed. Angus winced. "No matter what you do, everyone is proud of you and when I do something great, nobody cares!"

"That's not true, Mal." Angus said and hugged me. I started to cry. "You should have said how you feel. Mom and Dad praised me for wanting me to be happy. I was bullied at school." I looked at Angus in shock.

"Really?"

"Yes." Angus sighed. "But not any longer."

"I... God, Angus... I'm so sorry. You should have told me."

"You should have told me how you feel too, Mal." I nodded a little. Then I gave him my hand.

"We will never lie to each other again and will always tell each other about our problems. Promised?" Angus giggled and gave me his hand.

"Promised."

"Now get out of my room!" I grinned. Angus laughed and went out.

*

POV Angus:

I was now 12 years old. We had lived in Australia for 4 years and I could handle it. I had friends and knew my way around here, even if I still sometimes missed Scotland. Malcolm and I were in an argument. He had become such an asshole! Just because he's now 14 doesn't mean he has control over everything! Yesterday he told me not to go out of the house in the evening when it was dark. Ha! Now I will go out of the house even more when it's dark! So I was out with a buddy and ... to be honest ... I think I'm in love with him. His name was Paul and he was blond. I knew he was gay. But I am not allowed to be gay! That's disgusting! I also had a girlfriend recently. If I hadn't argued with Malcolm I would have asked his advice because he could always help me. But ... no matter. Paul pressed me against a wall and kissed me hard. I whimpered and pressed my lips against his as he fumbled with my shirt. He pushed it over my head.

"God. I love you Angus. You are so beautiful." I groaned and rubbed myself against him as he unbuttoned my pants. Suddenly we heard quick steps and Paul was forcibly pulled away from me. I looked up and right into my brother's angry brown eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I screamed and slapped him in the face. Malcolm stared at me in disbelief.

"I told you not to go out in the dark!"

"I'm 12! I can take care of myself!" I yelled.

"Oh really!?"

"Yes!"

"Then why did that guy just want to rape you?" Malcolm exclaimed angrily. He pointed to where Paul had been, but he was no longer there. He ran away. Tears formed in my eyes.

"He ... he told me he loved me." I whimpered. Malcolm's eyes softened.

"Crap. I'm sorry, Ang." He wanted to hug me, but I angrily pushed him away. Malcolm stumbled backwards.

"Get away!"

"Angus, I just didn't want anything to happen to you and ..."

"Go away! Get out! Fuck off!" I nudged him again and Malcolm screeched. I looked down at his foot. Malcolm was twisted and broken his leg. I stared at his leg. "I'm sorry." I gasped.

"I wanted nothing to happen to you." Malcolm said softly. "I know how it feels to be used." I looked at him with wide eyes.

"What?" I asked, trembling. He swallowed hard.

"I know what it feels like to be just a one night stand, whether probably you love the person. I don't want that to happen to you too."

"Oh Malcolm." I fell to my knees and hugged him crying. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay." Breathed Malcolm.

*

POV Malcolm:

I was now 16 years old. My little brother Angus was now 14 years old. It was really cool here in Australia. A little strange at first, but it doesn't matter. I stood with him in Ma and Dad's room. He was lying on the floor and tried to get under the bed with one hand.

"I'll have it in a moment." He muttered. I leaned against the door frame and took a drag on my cigarette.

"If you have to look at porn magazines, at least you could have bought some yourself." I murmured.

"Why should I? Dad has a whole collection here."

"How do you even know?" I grinned. He looked at me and blushed.

"Well ... he told me."

"Certainly. And I'm Santa Claus." I laughed. Angus ignored me and kept looking.

"Got it!" He screeched and withdrew his hand with comics. His eyes were glued to the pages as he giggled hysterically and turned the pages of the magazine. I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God. She looks hot." Angus whistled and pointed to a naked, blonde woman.

"Show me." I grumbled and pulled the magazine out of his hand. I flipped through the pages.

"She's really hot!" Angus shouted, pointing to a redheaded girl. I rolled my eyes.

"You are disgusting."

"I'm not at all!" Angus exclaimed indignantly and pulled the magazine from my hand. I took another drag on my cigarette and sat on the bed. Angus continued to look at the magazine, then opened a bedside table drawer. He grinned and started laughing.

"What is?" I asked curiously. Angus took a tube of lube out of the drawer.

"It looks like Ma is pretty dry."

"Angus!" I shrieked in shock. He laughed so hard he doubled over on the floor. I couldn't help but giggle. "You're an idiot, brother." I giggled.

"I am not at all! I don't keep any lube in my bedside drawer!"

"But condoms, bet?" I grinned and got up to go to his room.

"Wait! That's unfair!" Angus yelled and tried to pull me back. It went back and forth a bit until we laughed and fell into a pile of porn magazines.

Sequel follows...