One minute I was looking at my brother as he tried to keep Chris from lunging at Damon and the next they both went down as Damon speared them.

Grabbing the blanket from off the couch, I wrapped it around my waist as I hurried to prevent what I could only foresee to be a bloody situation.

"You fucking piece of shit!" Chris shouts as he tries to get up from under Derek who was now trying to keep him down and his best friend off.

"I'm the piece of shit?!" Damon shouts right back as he pulls Derek off before gripping Chris's shirt.

Not wasting any time I ran towards them and grabbed Damon, allowing Chris some time to get away since we all knew Damon's 6'2" could crush him.

"What the hell is going on in here?" I snapped angrily, my temper still shitty from seconds ago.

"You don't get to speak." Derek suddenly snaps at me and I gave him a confused look as he breathed hard, struggling to keep Chris at bay as he still tried to get back at Damon.

We were both struggling and even though I was mad at Jon, I was way too happy to see him make an appearance, albeit shirtless; the rest of his clothes stuck to his skin, showing everything.

"Both of you need to calm down." He says in that authoritative voice of his and both myself and my twin shared shocked looks as they immediately stopped fighting and settled on staring at each other angrily.

"I can't believe I ever let you into my life... Into my bed." Chris said breathing hard but making no move to go after Damon.

"I apologized at least a thousand times but you still-"

"I can't believe I ever loved you." Chris continued, cutting Damon off and it didn't take a blind person to see the hurt on his face at those words.

Damon takes a step towards Chris but is cut off by Jon as he shakes his head. "Walk it off." He says, holding his hand out and Damon grounds his teeth before storming away.

The room was so quiet that even a pin could be heard if it dropped but no one made any attempt to move as we listened to him storm into the room he was sleeping in moments before we heard it slam shut.

I turned my attention to Chris and almost opened my mouth to say something when he sighed loudly before he too walked away. I knew he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth but he was hurt and in the heat of the moment there was no way they would have stayed on his lips.

He surprised us all by quietly closing the door behind him and the room still felt as though it was filled with tension even though the feud was distinguished.

"What happened?" I quietly asked my brother but his expression was once again a mixture of anger and disappointment.

"You knew the relationship was falling apart-"

"What?-"

"And you still crossed that line."

"Wait? This is my fault?"

"Of course it is! They were having major problems that we all knew about and instead of you keeping out like you should have you-"

"We didn't have sex!"

"You might have well have!"

"I can't believe I'm being blamed for him kissing me. I didn't even-"

"You made no attempt to stop him did you? And going with it is just as worse as initiating the kiss."

"But I -"

"Chris could have forgiven him for the others because they were all girls and he wanted to hold onto the belief that Damon was still coming to terms with his sexuality... but... You ensured that that could never happen."

"We just kissed!"

"Yeah, whatever." Derek mumbles, shaking his head.

"Why am I the bad one here?" I asked, watching him walk away.

Sighing heavily, I sat in the chair closest to me as I watched my wreck of a living room.

"You okay?" Jon asks and I remembered he was still in the room.

"You should leave. " I state, closing my eyes in an attempt to block everything out.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asks quietly, not picking up on my vibes.

"That's what I said didn't I?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No shit Sherlock."

"Why?"

"I don't know, why don't you pick one from the long list of fuckups you did today?"

"I would if I knew what you were talking about."

Sighing heavily, I slouched further into the couch and once more tried to block him out. "Go away Jon."

"You really expect me to leave now knowing that you're mad at me for an apparent list of reasons that I know nothing about?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Ugh, why are you so infuriating?"

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"I have a right to be."

"No not really. In this relationship-"

"In this what now?" I asked, sitting up straight and eyeing him. All trace of tiredness gone.

"In this relationship." He repeats slowly. "That's not how things are done. We talk-"

"You expect me to be in a relationship with you after everything that's happened?"

"You kissed your brother's best friend-"

"You shot your dad!"

Jon opens his mouth to respond and closes it once more before sighing. Running a hand through his hair, he shakes his head before putting both hands in his pockets.

"Wow... And there it is."

He heads towards my front door and the anger I thought had left me suddenly comes rearing it's ugly head.

"Tell me if I'm wrong!"

"What's the point?!" He snaps, turning to me as he too is angry. "You wanna run with whatever nonsense the people my father employed is throwing around, then go ahead, be my guest."

"Tell me if I'm wrong!" I shouted, taking another step closer to him. "I spent the entire day worrying about you. Replaying the last conversation we had and knowing that you were drunk when I saw you-"

"That was on Saturday! An entire day passed before the shooting-" He stops and rubs his face. "You know what?! I'm done arguing. You wanna find a reason to be mad at me, go ahead because these stupid fights aren't a good excuse for you not to wanna be with me. Grow up, be a man and just say so."

"I'm not a bottom." I blurt as he pulls the door open.

"What?"

"I don't... I'm the one that tops, not the other way round."

"That's why you're mad at me? Because I..."

"You weren't even wearing a condom, I don't know what kind of-"

"I'm clean."

"I don't know that."

"Fine, we can go get tested together. Is there any other thing you wanna know about or are you done finding reasons why we shouldn't be together?"

"I..."

"Great. I'll call you when I get home and I'll come visit tomorrow." He says, closing the gap between us and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

"You're infuriating you know."

"I know."

I watch as he leaves, closing the door behind him and I groan loudly as he just managed to dodge every question I threw his way.

Was I just manipulated or...

Too tired to even finish my statement, I slowly walked to my room, shut the door and got into bed.

Tomorrow's another day.

A/N

Ran out of ideas and inspiration. Boring chapter. Not sure what I'm doing here folks but I'm trying. Might take a while to update next or might just beg my best friend for some inspiration who knows... Anyhow, hope y'all enjoy.

Leave your critiques, thoughts and suggestions.

Love,

S. Mindy.