Living Like You're DyingFrom the POV of Griffin.
Griff crept around the tree silently. He raised the barrel of the gun, leveling it with Darian. "I win," he said as he shot. "Dammit!" Darian exclaimed as he dropped his paintball gun and clutched his ***. "Hurt, buddy?" Griff asked. "Yes!" Darian exclaimed, turning. "Then don't strut your *** around when you're playing paintball," Griff advised with a wink. "Jerk," Darian muttered, rubbing his shorts. "Pull," Griff replied, chuckling. Darian put on a half grin. "You remember our little bet, Darian?" Griff asked. "Griff, man, come on!" Darian exclaimed. "Oh, alright, but only because you let me shoot your *** with a paintball and I just know Grey and Arron with love giving you a wedgie," Griff relented. "Dude, please!" Darian begged. "Sure, buddy. What was our bet again?" "Fine!" Darian exclaimed, stomping off. "They can't be that bad, buddy!" Griff called. Griff was in the living room when Grey walked by. "Hey, did Darian let you and Arron wedgie him?" Griff asked as he caught his wrist. Grey nodded with a wild smile. "What did you guys do?" Griff asked, grinning. "We gave him a melvin, then put his hands through the loopholes and taped them together," Grey told him eagerly. "Oh, your cruel Grey," Griff said, laughing. "And you know what we do to cruel brothers," he added. "Wait, Griff, don't!" Grey begged. "Plea-" Griff cut him off with a sharp wedgie on the back of his red boxers that he used to pull him over the couch. "Jerk," Grey muttered as he picked his wedgie. "You just wait until you're picking on Arron, and then you get to be the jerk. Can't you just see it now, sneaking up on him and giving his boxers a huge pull, and thinking how fun it is?" Grey smiled at that. "And I was calling Jaxon jerk a lot when you were just a little baby," Griff said, smirking. Grey laughed. "What's it like being a younger brother?" Griff asked. "I mean, Jaxon was my older brother, but eight older brothers almost makes me feel sorry for you," Grey grinned and blushed and said, "It's not bad, when you guys aren't getting me. And one of you always has money I can barrow, and I can always tell you guys my secrets," Griff saw him turn a deeper shade of red when he said that. "Like what?" Griff asked. Grey grinned sheepishly and punched his arm. "Yeah, like what?" Griff heard someone ask. "Hey Sage," Griff said, pulling his head back to look behind him without turning. "Dude, that's freaky," Sage said, pushing his head forward. "What's up, Greyman?" Sage asked. He flicked a look at Griff, an unspoken look that said, "Go away," "I'll leave you two to flirt," Griff said, ruffling Grey's hair before he left. "Sorry," Griff said as he bumped into Darian when he rounded a corner. Darian kept walking. "Hey, come back here, punk," Griff ordered. Darian didn't listen, and Griff caught him in two steps. "Darian, what the hell's wrong?" he asked. "We all know you hold grudges, but you never show it," he added. "Just let go," Darian ordered as he pulled his arm free. "Darian, dude, tell me," Griff said as he caught his shoulder. "Come on, Darian," Griff said. "I know you're mad at me, tell me how to make it better," "Figure out how to go back in time," Darian ordered as he slipped his arm free. He rushed to his room and slammed the door before Griff could get in. "Son of a *****," he muttered as he sat down outside it. He folded his arms over his knees and waited for Darian to let him in. Griff must have been there an hour or two before Darian came out. "Darian, wait," Griff said, grabbing his elbow and standing. "Griff, just leave me alone," Darian said. "I did," Griff said as he pushed his eyes into Darian's. Hurt, he registered. But so much of it? "Darian, what happened?" Darian said, "Nothing. Can't you understand it's nothing?" "I could if it was," Griff replied. "Darian, Grey told me that older brothers were for secrets. What is it?" he asked. "Carly and I broke up, okay? Are you happy, now that I told you? Does it carry some satisfaction?" Darian demanded as he ripped free and stormed off. "Darian!" Griff called after him. Then he stopped and thought about it. "Carly and Darian done?" he asked aloud. Impossible. Carly and Darian had been dating for...forever! As long as Griff could remember, Carly and Darian had been going strong and stronger. Then Griff realized how hard it must have hit Darian. "Ten tons of misery and another twenty of depression," Griff said. He remembered one of his brothers saying that once. Griff found Darian in the backyard, reading underneath a tree. Griff didn't say anything; he just sat down next to him, silent. "It sucks," Darian finally said. "I know buddy," Griff replied. He could hear Darian sobbing. "Darian...don't let it get to you. Your life shouldn't be bogged down by one event. There's so much left to happen in it," Griff said. "Like?" Darian questioned. "A family. A home. A child. There's so much, Darian," Griff repeated. "Can't you see little Darian running around, laughing and telling his dad something that makes you smile?" Griff asked. Darian grinned and said, "You know I want a girl," "Darian is a unisex name, but if you insist, I suppose you could call her Darianyta," Griff said. Darian grinned and punched his leg. "When does the hurting stop?" Darian asked. "When you make it, Darian. Live life like you're dying, and let the past be that-the past," Griff said as he donned his arm over Darian's shoulder and pulled him in close. Darian put his hand around Griff's waist, staring out in the distance. Then he reached down and gave Griff's boxers a sharp pull. "Pay back!" Darian yelled, as he ran off. "Oh, you little punk!" Griff called, running after him, smiling.