City in the Sky

"Do you want to make eggs and bacon, and I'll make pancakes?"

I nodded. As I opened the door. Immediately, I felt something slash on me. It was white and cold. I looked down and licked my lips. It was milk. I looked up at the kitchen. Justin had a large bucket of milk for some reason and Alex was covered in flour and looked like a ghost.
It looked like they were trying to make breakfast.

"Um... Alex, Justin we'll take over on breakfast if you want to go clean up. Ok?"

"No way! We're almost done!" Justin said. "What exactly were you making?" I asked. "Scones, little bro," Alex said, walking over and wrapping his arm around my neck, and giving me hardcore noogy while covering me with flour.

"Why do I have the feeling that the 'scones' didn't turn out well?" I asked Tristan quietly.

Alex let me go, and I fell face first to the floor. "You never know, Mads, my brother's are slobs in the kitchen, but they're decent chefs." I stood up and immediately regretted calling them slobs in their presence when I saw the mischievous look in their eyes.

"I can tell their slobs," I said smirking a bit, "I'll believe that their decent cooks. Will you guys let me cook tomorrow though?"

"Sure, if you can get up early enough," Justin said, sauntering up behind me. I gulped. They were going to do something to me, I know it!

"Alright boys leave him alone you have to admit that he was telling the truth I mean look at yourselves."

"Whatever, Mads," Alex said in a friendly voice. Justin placed his hands on my shoulders and shook them slightly. "He's our little brother, we wouldn't do something too bad to him," he said.

"I know you wouldn't, but he currently has a concussion which is why I'm saying anything and Alex sorry, but I've decided that Tristan is the only one who can call me Mads."

"HOW IN THE HECK DID YOU GET A CONCUSSION?" Justin roared, immediately making me sit down. When it came down to it, my brothers were extremely protective of me. Alex cried when my leg broke!

"I'll explain," I said calmly.

((THIS STUPID CAT WON'T QUICK MEOWING! I'M ON THE SECOND FLOOR FROM THE GROUND, I SHOULDN'T HE ABLE TO HEA- OH CRAP, THE CATS ARE FIGHTING!!!))

"What happened?" Alex asked, grabbing my head and looking at it.

((Cats love meowing at my window all night because my cat is one of the only female cats that goes out side and the tom cats want her to come back out when we bring her in for the night.))


"Remember the 'vacation' Tristan was on?"

((These cats are demons! I can hear them clawing and yowling at each other! The claws come out, some dog is barking!! This is scary to listen to! Wait, it just... stopped...))

"Yeah," they said in unison.

((that's good))

"Well we were both put on an island. They sent the smartest or the ones who were the most likely to over throw the government to this floating islands. For example I'm one of maybe even the best hacker/computer person you will ever meet. Anyway we weren't supposed to leave the island, but obviously we did. However before we left I took control of every electronic the government had. They obviously want control back, and they decided that the best way to get me to cooperate was to threaten Tristan's life. So I agreed to go, but they still knocked him out. They obviously didn't kill him, but the force of impact was enough to give him a concussion and quite possibly bring back the two concussions he received on the island."

Justin looked mildly concern.

((No, it is not good, in concern for my life!))

((Why?))

"He's going to see a doctor about it  soon. I highly doubt the other two came back, just because of how we got them healed. He's going to be fine."

"He better! Do you know who's behind all this?" Alex asked.

((Cats are scary! Also, I'm going to bed.))

"Um, yes, but you probably won't like it..."

((So am I))

"Who?" Justin asked.

"Umm..." I trailed off then mumbled the rest, "Your dad."

Alex looked very confused. "No way! Dad would never hit Tristian!" Justin said.