Geno's POV

Reaper and I were at the counter, going over things. We both agreed that we would have our wedding in a few days while the whole situation of the country is still small.

Reaper: You probably wanted to get married now so you wouldn't look fat in your dress.

I playfully punched Reaper in the shoulder and he laughed.

Me: It's easier to hide than your fat head.

He watched me as I wrote down notes on a lined paper. I just wanted a very simple wedding. Then it came to the time where we invited people. Reaper invited his employees and I invited my friends.

Reaper: You should invite Error. He can bring a plus one.

All of my movements ceased. He had the balls to say that.

Me: Error and I aren't exactly on speaking terms. Since I thought he was dead for the longest time. He probably wouldn't come anyway.

Reaper: Just try, you never know.

I sighed.

Me: Fine.

Taking out my phone, my thumb hovered over Error's contact. After pressing it, I hesitatingly typed words. My nervousness only grew as I pressed the send button. A good few minutes later, I checked my notifications.

'Still hasn't read it.'

Reaper: He must be busy.

Me: Or just doesn't want to read it.

Reaper: He will.

He was so sure of it and he doesn't even know my brother. Reaper was staring at a strange paper.

Me: What's that?

Reaper: It's a document.

Me: Is it legal?

Reaper: So far. Although, that's the least of my worries.

Me: Why what's wrong?

Reaper: A rival of mine is trying to buy my company. I haven't figured out the solution yet but I've been writing the pros and cons.

Me: Damn, that sucks.

He nodded and went back to writing notes. I peeked at the document. Sure enough, it was one-hundred percent real. The door was abruptly opened by Fresh. He threw his backpack onto the couch, threw his shoes off and stomped to the stairs.

Me: Hey Fresh, how was school?

He didn't say anything, only stormed up the staircase. I swear, he almost broke the steps with the amount of force he put into his feet.

Me: I'm talking to you! Fresh!

I locked eyes with Reaper. He was confused by Fresh's behavior as well. I gently face palmed myself and sighed.

Me: I'll be right back.

I followed after Fresh into his bedroom. His walls were colored with collages and posters. The collages consisted of cut-outs featuring his favorite music artists and posters of his favorite bands. To my left was a desk that had a PC as well as gaming consoles tucked away in the shelves. A skateboard was against the wall next to his closet. In the corner, in front of his bed, a TV was showing a YouTube video.

'He seriously needs to clean this room.'

Fresh was relaxing on his bed while playing a video game on his phone. His shades were off which helped me see his face. He was pissed off about something.

Me: What's wrong?

Fresh: Nothing.

Me: Don't play that game with me. I've known you since the day you were born, I know when something's up.

He put the phone aside and exhaled a breath of frustration.

Fresh: I got bullied today during break hours. That has never happened to me before.

I sat on his bed.

Me: I wasn't bullied in high school but I can sympathize. It's not the best thing but it's the least I can do.

Fresh: But this is the first time. Why are humans so mean?

His words made me realize something. Racism was spreading quicker than I thought. Cheers to the high population of this city.

Me: Look. There are bound to be people like this. It's almost guaranteed to have obstacles such as these in your life.

Fresh: How would you know?

He silently mumbled.

Me: I'm a lawyer, Fresh. I'm quite familiar with speed bumps obstructing my path. I had to make several life changing decisions, because of you. I had options for my job but I chose a difficult one because... I wanted to give you a life that I never had.

Fresh: What do you mean?

Me: When I was your age, god that makes me sound old, I never had a house like this. I didn't have the things that you do. My life was rough compared to yours. Our family was on the... lower side of luxury. It didn't help that our father wasn't the best person that existed.

Fresh: What was our father like? Heck, what was our mother like?

Me: Our mother was kind, beautiful, clever. She always took care of others before herself. I can't remember a single time where she had taken a moment for her own pleasure. However our father, was the complete opposite. There's no need for an explanation about his personality.

Fresh: How come I can't remember her?

Me: She passed away when you were three.

Fresh: What was Error like?

My voice began to fail me. I didn't expect him to remember who Error was.

Me: From what I can recall, Error was a quiet kid but was quite popular when it came to school. He inherited the cunningness of our mother and the looks of father. He never really took in consideration for others but he wasn't a bad person. I don't see him having a lover yet but, I could be wrong.

Fresh's eyes never left the ceiling. Like he was watching the best damn TV show in existence.

Fresh: I hope you consider Reaper to be a great husband. Hopefully I'm invited.

Me: Of course you are. How did you know about it though?

Fresh: Come on. A ring dazzling your left hand. How was I not supposed to notice? It's like rookie bling for the higher ups, ya know?

I lifted my hand to be positioned in front of my face. The ring was definitely noticeable even for its extreme simplicity. I lowered my hand back onto the bed. Returning to Fresh's new situation, I looked at him.

Me: What I tried to say earlier was that, even though you have obstacles, you can still surpass them if you put enough effort into it. Those bullies can be surpassed if you prove yourself to be a better person than them. Talk calmly with them and don't stoop to their level. If it ever comes to violence and they attack you first, you have every right to hit them back because that's considered self defense.

My baby brother stared at me than smiled.

Fresh: Thanks big bro. I needed that.

He hugged me and I hugged back.

Me: ...

You're welcome Fresh

A Quick Discussion

When Geno said that he didn't expect Error to have a lover, I wanted to tell him...

Me: Oh honey. He very much does and they were having sex while this conversation happened. Error's lover is Ink Comyet. Oh and also, expect yourself to become an Aunt because they did not use protection. Not in the slightest.

Can I talk about something, real quick? Well, I mean that's why it is called Quick Discussion. So you know when the clock hits 24 or 12 am on Halloween night, all music changes to Christmas music? Yeah, that's my topic right now. It's like all Halloween music ceases to exist. It's weird. I legit feel bad for my mom because she has to listen to 'All I want for Christmas is you' 20,000 times a day. She works retail. If I was her, I would have quit by now just because of the song.