Collins P.O.V
    I'm warm. So warm and comfortable. "More than usual also. This is nice." Suddenly a object, that isn't as heavy as  it is unexpected, lands on my side and starts moving. Instantly I know it's my brother. I groan to let him know how unhappy I am to be woken up like this.

    "Oh calm down Collins." Comes his reply as he continues to move around on top of me. I know he won't do what I want for a while so I let it slide and try to ignore him and get back to sleep. It works, until his elbow holds most of his weight on my ribs.

    "Ow! Stop Devan! Get off and leave me alone." He stops squirming but doesn't get off. "Sorry but I've got to do this right now." I groan again "What could possibly be so important this early?!? Get off please!" This time I shove Devan off my ribs down to the bed behind me.

    "Collins this is my bed! You can't shove me around on my own bed. I didn't have to let you sleep here you know." I sigh, he's right. "You're right I'm sorry. Thank you for letting me sleep here." Devan seems much more pleased my words this time. I can here it in his voice as he says "You're welcome."

    "Please don't crawl all over me ok? What do you need?" I can't see him but I bet he's shaking his head as he says "Don't worry about it. It's nothing I don't know why I was freaking out about it." I roll over and squint at him. "For real?" He nods so I roll back over a close my eyes.

I hear Devan thump back down onto the bed with a sigh. I ignore his passive aggression knowing if I do, he'll calm down. He does, and after about five minutes of squirming and sighing, it's silent on his side of the bed. Pulling Devans covers closer to me I dig my face a little deeper into the pillow and sigh contently.

Devan has a really nice bed. Probably the best one in the house and I always wake up the next morning feeling great. It's one of my favorite things when Devan and I have a 'sleepover' as we used to call them. I always push, and sometime plead, that we sleep in Devans room. I want to have a good nights sleep.

Plus, this sounds weird but it, obviously, smells a lot like Devan. It's weird but sometimes when Devan's gone for awhile I come and sleep in his bed. It's like he's suddenly next to me again.

The thing is when Devan leaves for a long time, or me, I start to miss him and when I miss him I realize how bored I am, realizing how bored I am just makes me miss him more and I end up laying on my bed at night, staring at the ceiling and missing my little brother.

So, I come in here. I crawl into his bed and his smell just overtakes everything. It's not over-powering in a bad way, just comforting. Really comforting and I just end up falling asleep. Whenever I come out in the morning mom or dad, depending on who's with Devan, just smiles at me and keeps going about their business.

I know they miss him also so they don't judge me for sleeping in my brothers bed. I also know they won't tell him. They get it, and once or twice they come in Devans room with me and just talk to me. Just to calm themselves down by being in his room.

"I wonder if they do the same thing when I'm gone for a long time." I let these thoughts stay with me as my eyes drift closer and closer together.

----~|~----
Time skip
----~|~----

There's more weight on my back and it starts squirming again. I groan louder "Devan! I thought you said you're good!" I hear my brother sigh on top of me. "I know but I'm so bored and I want my sketch book."

Mumbling something that he won't be able to make out I reach over and feel for a notebook. "Nope that's not the one. To the left." I sighing I move my hands over to the left like he said and put my hand on what feels like the same thing.

"Is this it?" I slur out. "Yup! Can you get my pencil though?" Groaning I open my eyes open slightly and look for a pencil. Seeing one sitting a few inches from a blue notebook I grab it and reach it back over to Devan. He's still on my back as he grabs it from my hand. "Thanks. Notebook?"

Sighing again I reach for the blue one. "No. That's the wrong one. The black one." Grunting in protest I grab the black one and hand it back. "Thanks bro!" He happily gets off my back and I close my eyes and burry myself in the bed.

    The next time I open my eyes it's not because Devan's on me. I must just have woken up naturally. "I don't want to though. I wanna keep sleeping, I love this bed!" Sighing I try to keep my eyes closed as long as possible. Of course it doesn't really work. I open my eyes a little, still wanting to go back to sleep, to see Devan leaning against the wall with his notebook.

Grunting I scoot myself closer to him and look at his notebook. It takes me a second and I have to do a double take before my eyes let me fully see what's on the paper.

Devans P.O.V
It sounds bad but I'm nervous as Collins moves closer to look at my notebook. I know I can trust him, there's very few things I would keep from my best friend. The very few things I keep from him are either really personal, never brought up, or I've been told my whole life to never tell.

I bet he won't get it, in fact I doubt anyone would get it besides maybe mom but I don't know if she would even get it. It's one of my drawings that looks bad, looks like I'm having major internal conflict, but it just shows my feelings in a over exasperated way.

Collins stares at it for a while. "Why did you draw that?" Instantly I can tell that he doesn't get it and relief goes through me. I don't know how I would explain myself if he did get it. I would get in trouble for telling the age old family secret that's for sure.

It'd be my fault for bringing that pain on the rest of my family, that's the only reason any of us every kept it from everyone. We don't want to hurt them.

"I was just working on my shading and I wanted to recreate a drawing with my own twist to it." I'm lying flat out to my brother and he can tell. He looks between the drawing and me a couple times before he squints his eyes and stares at me. "Really" I shrug and nod. "Really."

"Why does it say 'prisoner of my own creation' then?" I regret putting the title on already but I just shrug. "That's what it looked like an-" "why are you lying to me Devan." Collins cuts me off and I shut my mouth. "I...I'm not. That's what it looked like." I fade off at Collins' eyes.

I'm lying to him. Flat out lying. It's something I don't like about myself. I'm always expressing myself to much through my art, and someday I'm gonna give away the truth and no one will be happy with me. Collins and dad won't for sure at mom and me. "And grandma, aunt Chris, and as far back as this goes. And none of them will be happy with me for giving away the age old secret and having to explain to our loved ones why we did what we did for so long."

I titled it 'prisoner of my own creation' because I can always express myself through me art, but I never seem to be able to do it in person, and the things I say through my art are really what's happening to me. I just can't ever say it to anyone. I've tried but I never seem to be able to get pass paper and paintbrush. I'm always stuck inside it, I guess that's a good thing, but it's terrible at the same time.

Knowing I'll never be able to get it out, I turn my head from him and back to the notebook. "I'm not lying." Placing my pencil back on the paper I start shading. Collins senses I've just put up barriers and sighs. He sinks back down onto my bed. "Please don't lie to me Devan. If you can't tell me, then just let me know that instead of keeping me in the dark."

I say nothing and we fall back into silence. "Collins' right, but I just can't do it. I've never been able to."

Collins P.O.V
I don't know why Devan's lying to me, I know he is. "Why would he draw something like that and then shut me down? What's happening?"

As I watch Devan carefully shading on the paper my mind starts to wander to you tube. "He's so good at art. Maybe he should do a video or something on his art...but that kinda is just the pancake art challenges. Should we even keep doing those?"

I open my mouth to ask Devan then close it again. "Yeah we should, it's always being requested and it's fun to eat it at the end. We're gonna keep doing it."

Suddenly the smell of coffee cake waifs through the air vent in Devans room. We both perk up "coffee cake?!!?" We look at each other and laugh. We're so alike it's crazy. Pushing the covers off me I hop down from the bed.

"Collins, your key." I turn instantly while putting my hand to my chest. Devan's holding it out to me with a smile. Breathing a sigh of relief I take it from his hand and slip it around my neck. "Thanks bro." He nods and gets off the bed.

We walk down the stairs together as I turn to him. "We need to make a new video soon." He nods "yeah ok. But after breakfast?" My stomach growls and we both look at it and laugh. Looking back up to meet deep blue eyes I nod in amusement.

"Boys! Your coffee cake is getting cold!" Dad starts to yells coming to the stairs. He stops when he sees us coming down smiling. "This smells great mom!" She looks up and pushes her blonde hair out of her face while smiling. "Thanks. Eat up."

We all sit and dig in. "Smells as good as it is mom." Devan mumbles behind his stuffed mouth. I nod in agreement while putting more in my mouth. She kisses my hair and stands behind me with her hands on my shoulders. "Don't choke or it won't be worth anything."

I just nod and continue to stuff my mouth. Looking up at Devan I almost choke of laughter. He's got food all around his mouth and his cheeks are puffed out. "You look like a chipmunk!" Devan just shoots me a sarcastic look while continuing to stuff his mouth.

"Hey dad, I got an email about going to some island for a speech last night." He looks up from his food. "You wanna do it?" I shrug. "I don't know right now. Can you look at it later? I honestly don't know if it's real or not." He nods "sure." and goes back to his food. I notice Devan and mom watching but I push it off. "They're curious too. No reason for them not to be."

    "So dev, wanna do another pancake art challenge for the next video?" I ask leaning back with a full stomach. He shrugs as he brings his now empty plate to mom whose at the sink. "Sure. It's fun." Dad looks concerned "what dad?" He shrugs "Well I was just wondering, wouldn't people be getting tired of all the pancake art challenges?"

    I shrug. "They're always requested." Dad nods "I mean if you love doing it then don't stop, just keep in mind what they would want?" I nod and look at the ceiling thinking. "I could make it a vote on Twitter, and actually all my social media sites because some don't have Twitter." He nods. "Yeah, I just don't want your views to go down because the keypers are so tired of the same video over and over again."

    I nod slowly. "Yeah, I'll do that and then-where's mom and Devan?" Dad looks around realizing that we're alone in the kitchen. They've disappeared. Dad sits up slightly. "I...I don't know." He pauses and look around for a long time. "I'm sure they're ok." I meet is gaze and shrug. "Devans been acting so weird today. And it's only 9:45!"

    Looking down and pulling out my phone I go to Twitter and start a voting tweet. "What other videos should I put on?" Letting go of Devan and moms disappearance, dad leans across the table to help.

Devans P.O.V
    Collins has been rambling on about his videos so I take that as the perfect opportunity to pull mom away from the kitchen. She follows me with concern outside.

    "Devan? Everything ok?" She asks while shutting the door quietly. I turn to her with fear and she instantly sees it. "Devan? What's wrong?!" Panic starts coursing through me. Coming closer she puts her hands on my face. "Baby." comes out in a whisper.

    "It's here mom." Tears start falling down my face as hers changes to absolute sadness. "Oh Devan, I'm so sorry. When did it happen." She pulls me into a hug and I happily obey. "Last night. I'm scared mom."

    "I know baby. I know it's hard. I'm so sorry, I never wanted this for you. I love you Devan. It'll be ok, I'll be here."