Challenge: He Ain't Heavy
Talk about a time you realized that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.
My brother, Andrew, was scared of everything when he was a little kid. At least in my eyes he was, anyway. The other day, though, I realized that something changed. We were yapping at each other about what he's going to do now, and he - disturbingly - seems to have grown a set of nuts.
I don't know when it happened. I mean, when I left Sunnydale he teamed up with my best friend and the short guy, and they got all ambitious. I assumed it was just because he crushed out on Warren, but it seems like there was more to it. Even after Warren died, Andrew stayed ambitious. He teamed up with the Slayer and her crew, he went to England (without even telling me; I had to hear it from mom) to study Watcherdom, and he met all these people that I wouldn't meet for years. Nothing really came of it, I guess, but it was still kind of a shock.
Because he was so scared of his own shadow, or so I thought, I let him live with me and Warren in the loft. We barely talked, except to fight. I tried, over and over, to make him understand where he stood in the house, and that Warren and I were together (sorry if that's a shock to anyone on my friends list, but, yeah: Warren and I are fucking in love together involved) - but he still insisted on making mopey eyes at Warren, skeezing on him when I wasn't around, and generally flailing around like we'd hooked up just to spite him. He even started hanging out with Remus, but still, he skeezed. I even GAVE HIM THE WARRENBOT, and yet the moping continued.
Anyway, then we stayed with Kara and I went away to training. When I came back, we barely talked and now he's staying in a hotel somewhere. I don't even know where. I told him he had to figure out his own path, for once, and he bit my head off. I couldn't even respond to the last comment, which is rare for me: I love the caustic. But, suddenly, he didn't even seem like my brother anymore. He says he's working on the side of good now, but I don't even know what that means. I mean, who isn't? W&H is practically working on the side of good now. Of sorts.
But, Andrew. Back to Andrew.
He doesn't want to be my henchman, he doesn't want to be my assistant, he doesn't even seem to want to be Warren's minion - not now that Warren's my right hand man. And I don't get it. I don't know what changed. He looks like my brother, sounds like my brother, hates me like my brother used to; I just barely recognize him.
My brother, Andrew, was scared of everything when he was a little kid. At least in my eyes he was, anyway. The other day, though, I realized that something changed. We were yapping at each other about what he's going to do now, and he - disturbingly - seems to have grown a set of nuts.
I don't know when it happened. I mean, when I left Sunnydale he teamed up with my best friend and the short guy, and they got all ambitious. I assumed it was just because he crushed out on Warren, but it seems like there was more to it. Even after Warren died, Andrew stayed ambitious. He teamed up with the Slayer and her crew, he went to England (without even telling me; I had to hear it from mom) to study Watcherdom, and he met all these people that I wouldn't meet for years. Nothing really came of it, I guess, but it was still kind of a shock.
Because he was so scared of his own shadow, or so I thought, I let him live with me and Warren in the loft. We barely talked, except to fight. I tried, over and over, to make him understand where he stood in the house, and that Warren and I were together (sorry if that's a shock to anyone on my friends list, but, yeah: Warren and I are fucking in love together involved) - but he still insisted on making mopey eyes at Warren, skeezing on him when I wasn't around, and generally flailing around like we'd hooked up just to spite him. He even started hanging out with Remus, but still, he skeezed. I even GAVE HIM THE WARRENBOT, and yet the moping continued.
Anyway, then we stayed with Kara and I went away to training. When I came back, we barely talked and now he's staying in a hotel somewhere. I don't even know where. I told him he had to figure out his own path, for once, and he bit my head off. I couldn't even respond to the last comment, which is rare for me: I love the caustic. But, suddenly, he didn't even seem like my brother anymore. He says he's working on the side of good now, but I don't even know what that means. I mean, who isn't? W&H is practically working on the side of good now. Of sorts.
But, Andrew. Back to Andrew.
He doesn't want to be my henchman, he doesn't want to be my assistant, he doesn't even seem to want to be Warren's minion - not now that Warren's my right hand man. And I don't get it. I don't know what changed. He looks like my brother, sounds like my brother, hates me like my brother used to; I just barely recognize him.