Kicks snoring, sprawled on his stomach. Gunthers is sprawled on his back, arm flung over Kicks back, sound asleep. he jerks at a loud banging noise. he blinks awake, eyes blearily landing on the clock, 2AM. he grumbles, shifting under Gunthers arm weight. Gunther grumbles, rolling onto his side, pulling Kick to him. Kick grunts slightly, but curls up to him. he lets his eyes fall closed again, but they snap back open when his phone ring.

"who the fuck calls at 2 AM?" Kick mutters, pushing himself up slightly. he grabs his phone. Brianna. he answer quickly. "Bri?" Kick mutters.

"let me in please." Brianna begs.

"are you okay?" Kick asks.

"just, just come open the door, please. I'm begging you." Brianna sniffles. Kick wiggles himself free from Gunther, an easier said task than done, but he manages. he stumbles towards the front door, wearing nothing but his boxers and one of Guntehrs t-shirts. he opens the door and suddenly finds an arm full of his little sister as she clings to him. he's tired, but is easily more alert.

"Bri? what happened? are you okay?" Kick asks, wrapping his arms around her gently. she pulls back to look at him and his eyes widen. "holy shit! what happened?" Kick asks. her eye is black and her nose is bleeding.

"I didn't know where else to go! mom and dad are fighting so I was staying with my boyfriend but he got angry! I don't know what happened!" Bri cries. Kick frowns and hugs her.

"Gunther!" Kick calls. he hears a groan from the bedroom. "GUNTHER!" Kick shouts. he hears Gunther jerk up.

"babe?" Gunther mutters.

"Gunther, get out here." Kick calls. he hears Gunther get up and head out of the bedroom. he scratches absentmindedly at his arm as he walks out in just his boxers.

"Kick? whats going- Brianna?" Gunther asks.

"get an ice pack and bring me a couple of wet paper towels." Kick says. Gunther heads for the kitchen sleepily, seeming to wake up once he realizes what's happening."fuck Bri, c'mon." Kick mutters, leading her over to the couch. Gunther rushes over quickly, kneeling in front of the couch. Kick sits back and immediately lets Gunther do his thing. he knows Gunther is better at this than he is.

"what the hell happened?" Gunther frowns.

"my boyfriend, he punched me." Brianna mumbles. "I don't how many times. I woke up on the floor...." Brianna trails. Gunther sees Kick twitch beside him, fist clenching into a ball. "he's never done this before." Brianna adds.

"boys are assholes." Gunther mutters. "I mean, just look at Brad." Gunther adds. Kick frowns a little rubbing the scar on his neck from when he was 17. six years ago and it still seems like yesterday when his brother stabbed him nine times in their parents living room.

"can I stay here tonight?" Brianna asks.

"yeah, stay as long as you need to." Kick assures.

"we'll grab some extra blankets, you can take the bed." Gunther assures. Kick nods in agreement.

"no way, I can't kick you guys out of your bed." Brianna mutters.

"we sleep on the couch all the time." Gunther assures.

"come on. you can get a shower and throw on one of Guntehrs shirts. don't worry about it." Kick says, getting up. he helps Brianna up off the couch and leads her to the bedroom. he comes back out a moment later, wearing pants and his shoes. Gunthers sitting on the couch frowning.

"I've got something I've got to do." Kick says. Gunther heaves a sigh.

"don't get into too much trouble." Gunther says, getting up. he walks over to him. he grabs the smallers face in his hands. "what do I tell Brianna?" Gunther asks.

"I'll wait until she falls asleep, don't worry." Kick assures. he gives Gunther his same old cocky smirk, it hasn't changed at all since they were kids. "besides, I'm Kick Buttowski, trouble is my middle name." Kick grins. Gunther rolls his eyes.

"yeah, sure, Francis." Gunther smiles. Kick glares at him.

"don't call me that." Kick huffs. "set up the couch." Kick says, heading for the kitchen.

"what are you doing?" Gunther asks.

"I'm gonna get some stuff together, in case I need it when I get back. I won't have to wake you." Kick says.

"you better do it anyway." Gunther glares, heading into the bedroom. Kick snorts at him.

"if I'm hurt I'll wake you up." Kick assures. Gunther drops what's in his hands and heads over, grabbing hold of Kicks shoulders, nearly shaking the smaller man.

"you will wake me up when you get back Kick." Gunther says, firmly.

"Gunther-" Kick tries.

"I'm not asking." Gunther says firmly. Kick sighs softly, before nodding.

"okay, okay. I will wake you up as soon as I get back no matter what." Kick assures. Gunther hugs him tightly, making Kick grunt slightly, before he lets go and heads back to get the blankets.

Brianna gets out of the bathroom and walks into the living room. she's wearing one of Gunthers large shirts, just staring into the living room.

"hey, you okay Bri?" Kick asks. Brianna nods slightly.

"I'm gonna go get some sleep..." Brianna murmurs.

"alright. let us know if you need anything." Kick says. Brianna nods again and heads back into the bedroom. Gunther has left her a pillow and a blanket on the bed. she curls up quietly. Gunther closes the door some, just enough that the living room light won't bother her, but not enough he'll end up accidentally waking her trying to get to the bathroom.

Gunther sighs and turns to Kick.

"you're gonna be careful right?" Gunther asks. Kick nods, smirking. he grabs his cellphone and his jacket, before fishing his keys out of his pocket.

"of course. I'll be fine." Kick grins.

"you sure you wanna do this Kick?" Gunther asks. Kick pauses, reaching for the door knob. he turns, giving Gunther an almost genuine smile.

"no one picks on my sister, but me Gunther. we've done it our whole lives, but hitting her? that's a different kind of low. that's not a man, that's a boy, and I'm not going to let some boy get away with giving my sister a black eye." Kick smirks. he closes the door behind him and heads off on his personal mission.

its raining by the time he stumbles back to the apartment. he pushes the door open with a wince and shuts it behind him. he slowly manages to make his way over to the couch, flopping over his boyfriend with a yelp. Gunther jerks awake.

"Kick?" Gunther mutters. Kick groans lowly.

"Gunther I might need your help." Kick mutters. Gunther gets up easily, moving Kick off him and leaning over to turn on the lamp. Kicks lip is busted and his nose is bleeding, his knuckles are busted and thats just what he can see of the man.

"Kick! Kick are you alright?" Gunther asks, cupping his cheeks gently.

"shhh! be quiet, don't wake Bri." Kick hisses.

"sorry.... are you okay?" Gunther asks, nervously. Kick waves his worry off.

"I'm fine. guy kicks like a mule, but after I hit him a couple of times, I think he realized I was no match.... though I might need to hide from the cops for a while. I beat him pretty good." Kick frowns, looking at his knuckles. Gunther lets go of him and runs off to get the first aid kit. he rushes back over to Kick, quickly patching him up.

"you sure you're alright? I think you've got a couple bruised ribs... and I'm not sure what to think about your knee. its awful swollen." Gunther frowns.

"no its fine, I just slammed his face into my knee." Kick assures. "with some ice the swelling will go down, it'll bruise but I'll be fine." Kick adds. Gunther frowns slightly, but patches his partner up.

Gunther sits back and looks at Kick.

"I think you're done." Gunther says. Kick nods, glancing at the clock. 6AM.

"well, might as well get some sleep while we can/ Bri will be up soon." Kick says. Gunther glances over at the clock before nodding in agreement. they put the first aid kit away and curl up on the couch, Gunther turns the light off as Kick pulls the blanket up over them. Gunthers careful when he wraps his arm around Kick. he doesn't want to hurt the already injured man. he knows Kick notices, but the smaller says nothing, simply curling up to sleep.

"you sure you're alright?" Gunther asks.

"m'fine. lets just get some sleep." Kick murmurs. Gunther nods, nuzzling against him and mumbling.

Kick groans softly when a bright light hits his face. idly he wonders why he and Guntehr didn't think to close the curtains, before he rolls over and buries himself in Gunthers chest. Gunther pulls him closer mumbling, turing his head slightly to get away from the light, but he doesn't want to move too much and wake up Kick. suddenly the light goes away and Gunther blinks his eyes open. he squints a little.

"Brianna?" Gunther mumbles.

"yeah, thought I should close the curtains to keep you guys from waking up." Brianna murmurs.

"what time is it?" Gunther asks.

"9AM." Brianna says. she walks over to them, her eye looks pretty bad, but not as bad as last night. she glances at Kick. "I cleaned the blood up from the kitchen." Brianna murmurs. Gunther winces slightly.

"shit." he mutters.

"wanna tell me what happened?" Brianna asks. Gunther frowns a little.

"I think you already know Brianna." Gunther says, softly. he pulls Kick closer to his chest.

"Kick went out and found him, didn't he?" Brianna asks.

"wasn't hard. we've been over to his house twice." Gunther mutters.

"he didn't need to do that." Brianna says.

"yeah he did." Gunther murmurs. Kick mumbles, shifting.

"Gunther, who are you talking to?" Kick mutters, pulling his face from Gunthers chest. his face is scrunched almost in disgust. he grunts slightly, opening his eyes. he lifts his head a little, squinting at her.

"morning. nice black eye. I think I've seen that work before." Brianna says. Kick groans, dropping his head back over Gunthers arm.

"bet you've got the bruised ribs to match." Kick mutters, rolling over. he pulls free from Gunthers hold, the bigger man easily letting him go, and gets up.

"are you okay?" Brianna asks, looking him over.

"yeah. I'm good. had worse from failed stunts, which reminds me. if the cops swing by, I was here all night, practicing a stunt while you two were sleeping. I've got the video footage to prove it." Kick mutters.

"you recorded a stunt like this?" Gunther asks, sitting up.

"I needed an alibi Gunther, we're not kids anymore and I'm not going to prison over that idiot. " Kick shrugs. he winces a little and heads for the bedroom, intent on a shower.

"hey you okay?" Gunther asks.

"just sore." Kick mutters. "I took a dive on ol' Blue and I'm busted up." Kick mutters. Gunther watches him go before looking at Brianna.

"want some breakfast?" Gunther asks.

"sure." she shrugs. she looks around a moment, before following Gunther into the kitchen.

"so what's your plan? parents are fighting and we're not letting you go back to the bastard who beat you." Gunther frowns. Brianna shrugs.

"don't have one." she mutters.

"well, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you want." Gunther says.

"I can't do that. you guys can sleep on a couch every other night and neither can I." Brianna says.

"well... you don't have to." Gunther frowns. Brianna looks confused.

"what do you mean?" Brianna asks.

"well... that door everyone things is a hallway closet, its not. its a small room. not much but I use it for editing his stunt videos. it wouldn't make much of a bedroom, but I'm sure Kick would agree we can put a bed in there for you, even if its just a fold up bed. I can move my equipment out and we can make a room for you to stay a while." Gunther says. Brianna looks more confused.

"the closet?" Brianna asks. Gunther nods.

"yeah its not a closet. its not a big room, but it can be used for a bed room. let me finish here and you can check it out." Gunther says. Brianna nods slightly.

"okay, thanks." Brianna murmurs. she heads back to the living room, looking around. "you guys sure you don't mind me staying a while?" Brianna asks.

"no way, we don't mind a-" Gunther starts.

"Gunther!" Kick shouts. Gunther drops the spatula in his hand and heads quickly for the bedroom. he slams into Kick in the living room, the smaller wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, he's still dripping with water from the shower. Gunther looks him over quickly.

"Kick are you okay?" Gunther asks.

"hey we got it." Kick says. Gunther looks confused.

"got it? got what?" Gunther asks.

"the apartment." Kick says, holding up his phone. "landlord called while I was in the shower. Mr. and Mrs. Benson from the fourth floor, their moving out." Kick says. Gunther grins.

"so we got the apartment?" Gunther says.

"we got it." Kick nods.

"yse! we got the apartment!" Gunther grins, hugging Kick tight. Kick grunts, letting Gunther hug him to his chest.

"whats so great about an apartment?" Brianna asks.

"fourth floor only has three apartments up there. they're huge. we're talking room for stunts, Gunthers podcasts, a bigger bedroom, three bedrooms and its a two bath.." Kick smirks. he frowns after a moment. "god, I've become mom. excited about more space." Kick huffs. he rolls his eyes.

"so what, you guys get more space?" Brianna asks.

"not just more space, we can move tomorrow. think you can sleep on the couch tonight? we get the upstairs apartment, you can have your own room so you don't have to run off to your bastard of an ex." Kick says.

"is this what being an adult is? getting excited over an apartment upgrade?" Brianna snorts. Gunther shrugs.

"hey we were excited we got this apartment, we finally get an upgrade? we're double excited. this place is great, but we've been on the list for a better room since we moved in here at 17." Gunther says.

"six years waiting for a better apartment, finally we get it? hell yeah we're excited." Kick snorts. "you didn't answer my question. are you gonna stay and help us move upstairs?" Kick asks.

"yeah sure. why not, I get a room out of it right?" Brianna asks.

"you get a room either way." Gunther assures. Kick glances around.

"Gunthers right... hey is something burning?" Kick asks, looking at Gunther.

"my eggs!" Gunther yelps, running back to the kitchen. Kick snorts.

"I'm gonna go get dressed, then I guess, start packing." Kick snorts, heading into the bedroom. he glances around the bedroom as he gets dressed. sure he was excited about the new apartment, but he was also going to miss the old one. six years and six years worth of memories.

there was, of course, the day he and Gunther moved in. Kick had left his childhood home after a fight with his parents. he'd spend all his savings on the first month of rent anad moved in on impulse, Gunther moved in the next day.

there was also the time Kick had brought home a stray dog. Gunther had simply heaves a sigh and helped him clean the dog up. there was still a dent in the floor of the bathroom from where Kick got tackled by the dog while washing him. the dogs owner had come to claim him two days later.

there was the time Gunther slid on a towel chasing Kick and slammed against their bed frame, there was still scratched paint on the wall behind the bed.

one of Kicks favorite memories was when Gunther and he were horsing around and Kick jumped over the back of the couch. the couch, now gone and replaced by a bigger couch, had flipped and left a scratch on the wood floor, almost breaking one of Gunthers toes. when the couch flipped, Kick had gotten hit by the couch and went flying back into Gunther, sending them both tumbling across the floor, giggling like maniacs.

there were a lot of memories in this apartment, but Kick was sure they'd make new ones in the new apartment. he smirks and heads out of the bedroom.

"so, you can move in tomorrow?" Brianna asks.

"we can start moving in tomorrow. we have a week to move fully, though we don't have much, don't think it'll take long." Kick shrugs. "probably pack up the bedroom and the kitchen first, then Gunthers editing equipment. the important stuff first. the living room will take the longest. took us forever to get the couch in and the tv is mounted to the wall in a removable mount so that won't take long." Kick says glancing around.

"its gonna take longer when the only help we've got is two people with some bruised ribs." Gunther says, bringing over two plates of food.

"you know that a couple of bruised ribs aren't going to stop me." Kick snorts.

"you know, you could hire a couple of movers." Brianna says.

"like who?" Kick frowns, glancing at her.

"well, you know Horace and Pan-" Brianna starts.

"fuck no. I don't need those losers knowing where I live while their looser boss is in prison, where I put him, for stabbing me." Kick frowns. Brianna shrugs.

"okay so not the best suggestion, but I think if you hired a couple of movers we could get the move done in a day." Brianna says. Gunther comes back with his own plate as they all sit on the couch.

"she's right Kick, we don't have much, one day of two or three hired help could get the move done asap and leave us time to fix somethings." Gunther says.

"things?" Brianna asks.

"the scratches on the wall behind the bed from the time I hit the bedframe." Gunther says.

"the dent in the floor under the couch from where we accidentally dropped this one moving it in." Kick says.

"theres still scratches on the counter from when Brad tried to stab my hand with a fork." Gunther says.

"okay okay. we'll hire some movers and then a couple of guys to fix everything." Kick says, shoving a fork full of food in his mouth. "but I want-" Kicks cut off with a knock on the door. he glances at Gunther and Brianna, before Gunther gets up and heads for the door. he opens the door.

"uh, hello?" Gunther asks.

"Jamie Bartlett and Davis Yount, Mellowbrook police, we're looking for Clarence Buttowski." Bartlett says. Gunther looks at the officer.

"can I ask why?" Gunther asks.

"Gunther, just let them in." Kick says. Gunther frowns, moving out of the way so they can come in.

"Clarence Buttowski?" Yount asks.

"you're looking at him." Kick says.

"where were you last night?" Bartlett asks.

"you mean other than patching my sister up because some bastard beat her?" Kick snaps.

"Kick." Gunther warns. Kick scolds.

"I was asleep, in bed, until 2 AM when my sister knocked on the door and woke me up. he boyfriend had beat her and she needed a place to stay. you can see it yourself." Kick says, motioning to Brianna.

"yeah? and where were you between the hours of 3 and 6 AM?" Bartlett asks.

"Brianna was sleeping in my bed, Gunther was sleeping on the couch, I was outside, practicing for my next show. I have a stunt show in two weeks." Kick says. the cop raises an eye brow.

"you were outside in the middle of the night, riding a skateboard? can anyone confirm your alibi?" Yount asks.

"my camera." Kick says.

"you recorded yourself?" Bartlett asks. Kick shrugs a little.

"I always do. see this?" Kick asks, motioning to his face. "I need to prevent this from happening at a show. it was dark, I couldn't see, and I didn't gave Gunther to check the ramp before I used it. we almost record me, I can show you years worth of footage." Kick adds.

"actually, uh, we have maybe a years worth of footage." Gunther says. Kick looks over.

"huh?" Kick asks.

"it took up too much space, I had 20 years worth of footage Kick, I couldn't keep it forever." Gunther frowns.

"I could've burnt that onto a disk." Kick huffs.

"we're losing track of the topic. you have footage from last night?" Bartlett asks.

"yeah, its a night vision camera. the camera can see I can't. look," Kick says, standing to show them his knees. "I triped, trying to get up to the top of the ramp, I busted my knees and slide all the way down, when I got back up and went down the ramp, I hit a rock. cracked the wheel on my board and it shattered when I tried my stunt again. the pieces gave me a black eye and I busted my face when I hit the rock. you can check the footage." Kick says.

"anyone else able to verify your alibi?" Yount asks, looking Kick over. Kick frowns.

"just Blue, my board. I haven't replaced the wheel yet." Kick mutters, heading for the bedroom. he comes back and shows the officers the board. "wheels were ready to be replaced, it was stupid to ride when I knew the wheels were almost six months old." Kick huffs, glaring at his skateboard. the cops seem uninterested, but nods.

"alright we'll be back with more questions later." Yount says. Kick shrugs and sits down to finish his breakfast.

"alright. you want the camera footage?" Kick asks. he motions to the door. "camera holder is beside the door under the key holder." Kick says. Gunther pulls the tape out of it, glad they still had an old school camera, and holds it out to the cops. they take it, looking annoyed and head out. Gunther locks the door behind them.

"that was freaking nerve wracking." Gunther mutters. Kick snorts slightly and shakes his head. he gets up with his plate.

"finish your breakfast. its time to start moving." Kick says. he's ready to get out of this apartment now.