Bryan's POV
My brother and I were talking in the kitchen when lefty and molten came in holding a book.

"Bryan, this man isn't your brother!" lefty shouted, slamming the book on the table.
"what of course he is," I said about angry at lefty for making horrible accusations.
But then I looked at the book.
I recognized the book; it was a photo album that I kept in my house.
"How did you get this?" I said, almost getting angry.
"It Doesn't matter,"  lefty said, flipping the cover off and showing the first page. It was a picture of Charles and me when we were babies.
"Look at the pictures and weep," lefty said triumphantly.

"Aww, thanks for the old baby picture." me and Charles said in almost unison.

Molten and lefty looked shocked and grabbed the book and saw the picture.
"Dang it," said lefty, looking defeated and walking out of the room Charlie brown style. And molten soon followed.

After they left Charles grabbed the album and started looking at the picture.
"I haven't seen these in years," he said, smiling. it's true we haven't seen these picture since he left for his trip around the world.

"Oh look, it"s the time we tried to stay up to see Santa."

"We were so cute then," I said, looking at us when we were little.
"what do you mean "were" we only got better looking with age." Charles said, amazed.

"oh and look its one with us and...Uncle Aaron." I said, getting a bit sad.

We stayed silent for a right ten seconds before we turned the page to see.

"Aww, mom, and dad." I said, looking at our family.

"Cool, who are they?" asked helpy who had snuck up on us startling us almost making us jump out of our seats.
I quickly changed the book before she saw anything.
"Our parents!" Charles shouted, grabbing the book.

"Well I think it's time we get going," Charles said to me getting up book still in hand.
"Going where?" I asked, wondering what he was talking about.
"well, we are going to do that thing we used to do before I left," he said happily. "and there's a lot of 'em here."

"what was the thing you used to do?" helpy said, looking at us.
We got a bit nervous from all the questions. So we both said.
"Bowling," I said.
"Golf," Charles said.
From the doorway, I could see lefty hiding there.
"So what is it bowling or golf?" lefty said like he was in front of a jury.
My brother looked like he was building up confidence and said.
"The golf game at bowling alleys," he said calmly

Lefty looked disappointed, and helpy looked convinced.

Charles and I were leaving, and I did my usual thing.
"another day at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria." I said with my brother following along.

"You do that every day?" he asked, and I just ignored it.