OK first off. I must address something and someone, HOW DID I GET 200+ reads on this dumb book?! Thanks? whoa I'm just a bit shocked that it got more then 10 reads. Ok ALSO!.. I'M BACK BITCHES!! (for those who care.) but no really, if you read or even fallow this book, I'm changing it. (Cough cough) for the better (cough cough) These will be WAY better written with less flaws, if you want shorter, funnier things, I'm making a new book called 'Shorts' cause I can and I want to be a bit more organized. Why? because I want to be.

Here, for those who skipped what I wrote and just want shit.

Brotherly Love. (Dante x Travis)

Sick Dante
-My child's (Dante) POV-

The day was cold and the living room was colder... I lay on the couch all curled up with a nice fluffy blanket covering my body... my body was cold but my face was on fire. I couldn't stop coughing and my nose was so stuffed up I couldn't even breathe through it... I hate being sick..

I just laid there in silence, then be coughing up a storm with an occasional sneeze. Any move I make, my stomach turns and I feel like I'm going to throw up.. "ugh....."

I wish Travis was here... I can barely even get up without hurting... I grab my phone and start to call... ANYONE...

Garroth? No answer...

Vylade? I wish he picked up...

Laurance? Probably the reason Garroth isn't picking up.. damn guy..

Kim doesn't really use her phone when she's with Lucinda... and I know she's with Lucinda.. I tried but nothing..

"I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED!! AAAAAHAHAHaaaaa....." my shaky voice drowns out... and I stare at the ceiling...

Minutes passed but if felt like hours.. my head is pounding and my chest hurts.. why....

I heard the door click and my eyes light up, I see Travis walk through the door and close it behind him. He sighed and tossed his stuff on the coffee table, he looks right at me with tired eyes and raises his eyebrows.

"I didn't know you stayed home... you ok?" He looked me over and I give him a glare, "what's with the look..?" He asked. I roll my eyes and with my weird-stuffy voice I say; "I'm sick..." I start having a coughing fit, he jumps and his eyes quickly go wide.

I stop coughing at look at him to see if he shows any remorse. "Uh... uh..! you ok..?"
I glare at him, "O-Oh..." he smacks his forehead with his hand, "I said that already.." He starts searching for words and looks around the room.

"Do you want some uh.. tea..?" I smirk, "there you go.. yes please.." He smiles and rushes into the kitchen. I heard a clutter of glass and something hit the floor and brake with a 'crash'.

"Uh Travis..?-"
"EVERYTHING IS FINE! I GOT IT!!"
"... ok.."
I didn't believe him, he's good at cooking but when he's pressured or overworked he becomes a mess. I wait on the couch... I decide to sit up and I wrap the blanket around me with my hot bare feet on the nice, cool, wooden floor..

I heard the water boil, I wasn't that far from the stove, Only a wall away. It was taken of the stove and poured into a cup. I heard quick feet run towards me.

Travis ran into the living room with no tea, "do you want anything else ..?" He asked looking eager to help. I smile with my sleepy eyes and nod, "can you just put some honey in the tea..? We should have some-" before I could finish, he ran out of the living room.

"GOT IT!"

A moment later Travis slowly walks into the living room with a mug full of tea and a muffin. He try's his hardest not to drop anything, he sets it down on the coffee table in front of me and he tosses his stuff, that he put there before, to the ground.

He watches me pick up my cup and drink the hot tea. I pull it from my lips and hold it close to me. Travis plops down next to me and it shook me and my tea, I spill my... hot drink.. on my lap..

"GAH!" I hiss at the spike of pain. Travis stands up quickly and picks up the cup a dropped, "O-OH GOD. NO NO NO! IM SORRY DANTE!!!" He scrambles around to find something to wipe up the mess.

He grabs something that was red and starts to mop up the tea, I calmly take off my wet blanket and set it aside.. I look down at Travis.. mopping up the tea... with my favorite red hoodie...

I stare at him in shock for a second, he notices and looks down at what he's using... he jumps back and looks up at me. "SHIT! IM SORRY!! I'LL WASH IT! AND I'LL MAKE YOU SOME MORE TEA! A-AND ILL CLEAN THIS UP!!" His face is scared looking, he starts rushing around the house.

He grabs me a new blanket and takes the other to the laundry room, he runs a puts the pt on a slow boil and grabs me a new cup as well.

He ran past me and I grab him by the collar of him shirt. he fell on the couch next to me. "Travis..-" I cut myself off with my coughing.

I cleared my throat and Smiled at him, "it's ok Travis... you don't have too.." He looks down and rubs circles on his knee with his hands.

"Do you want me to call Garroth..? He's.. better at this stuff.... or Laurance..? He's a better cook then me.." Travis sighs.

I start chuckling and he looks up at me flustered, "aww you're being sweet travy." He scoffs, "S-shut up Dante!..." he puts his hands over his face, "I'm an awful brother.." he said under his breath.

I smirk and wrap him in my blanket, pulling him into a hug, "D-DANTE!! S-STOP!!" He starts giggling. After a minute he snuggles into my chest and sighs, "I'm sorry... I'm such a bad brother..." he frowns. "I just want to help you.. you ALWAYS help me.. and I just rust into things too quickly and I make a fool of myself..!" He groans into my shirt

I pat him on the head, "your perfect to me Trav..." I rest my chin on his head and sigh into his white hair, "thanks for trying to be a good brother.. but really all you have to be is you. You're great to me and your nice when you want to be.. and you always make me laugh!" I tickle his sides and he starts laughing.

a few minute later we somehow ended up watching The Foster's snuggled up on the couch.. "Hey Travis.. you ok..? You haven't been talking.."

I heard no answer from him.. I look down to see him asleep on my chest.. cute... I love him ... and I couldn't ask for a better little brother...