Michael Burkowitz

[Sarah]

Claude wasnt a guy to share very personal stories, but he'd been-- or at least thought- over Rae for a while now. He hadnt talked to her, or even about her in how long? 5 months or so? It didnt hurt so bad. It wasnt like he cried or anything when they broke it off. He wasn't much for commitment anyway.

Yeah, Claude got girls. He maybe didnt always understand them, but he had dated a couple. Slept with a couple. Same old same old. But, he'd liked to look at guys too. If they were hot, there was no denying it-- it was just a fact. Some parts perplexed him though...like how he could really like the looks of guys...

Claude shuddered at the thought, and pushed it away. He didnt want anything associated with that right now. He was having a normal moment, with a guy that could maybe become something more than just a kid he knew.

He was surprised to hear Mike actually ask him a question in return. Most people just nodded and moved on to another subject. Claude didnt mind. "Dated her for..." He had to stop and think, counting off the months. "Damn..." He whispered to himself, and counted again. "6 months?" His voice sounded in question. He couldnt believe it had been that long. But, from December to June was six months, or close to. He blinked, then slowly nodded. "6 months," he said, more sure of himself this time. He shrugged. "I slept with her a couple times, and knocked her up." But, he wasnt the one to leave her, it was her leaving him.

Easy come, easy go.

[kaitie]

Mike shivered. That was always his biggest fear, getting a girl pregnant. There was always fun in screwing around (no pun intended) but sometimes the consequences were not always fun to live with... Like a child was no fun. Or being the father of some girl's kid. That title right there was a major turn off.

Though Michael was certain he had his fair share of close calls. Waking up some mornings with at least three new messages on his phone from a girl he hadn't seen or slept with in two months saying she missed her cycle for the second time and might be pregnant. It was a rude shock, something that Michael didn't want to go through again. Luckily though, the bitch just wanted to get revenge on Michael for being a dog. That was the lowest he had ever felt in his life.

But you get up, rub some dirt on it, and move on. And that's exactly what he had done.

His habits didn't cease, and that's okay. He was a seventeen year old boy full of raging hormones and knew he had a purpose for them.

He nodded his casual, silent nod again, but this time he followed up with a verbal response. "Ouch. That's a rude awakening. So did she have the kid or...?" Mike didn't want to think about the rest, because he was pretty sure he didn't want to know. Michael blinked, quickly wanting to change the subject to something better, or less saddening. "So you have douche of a sibling?" Michael asked, smiling slightly, trying to bite off the edge of laughter at his question. It was humorous in some cases.

[Sarah]

Claude had been there, done that. Just one time, and he only intended it on one time. Well, without it being planned. Hell, he didnt ever want to be a father, he knew. The world was hard and cruel, and why the hell bring a kid into the world when it was? Well, he had once, but not intentionally.

That poor kid.

But, Claude hadnt heard much of it since. Rae didnt ask for child support, (Thank you Oh Dear Freaking Lord, where-ever you may be.) because her parents were loaded. Not to say they were thrilled to hear the words "Mom, I'm pregnant," But, they sure as hell didnt leave her out on her ass.

It was a little weird how Mike was more awkward in talking whereas Claude wasnt. But, Claude had talked about it before. It was just a chapter in the past, and he kept turning the page. "She had the kid. A boy," He said easily with a shrug. "About three months ago," he added.

But, Claude did like the change of question. He couldnt hide his smirk when he nodded. "Hell yes," He said simply. "More like dick of a sibling. It's the only part of his body he knows how to use." he grinned.

[kaitie]

Mike shook his head as he laughed. This time it wasn't a faint chuckle, it was a full out laugh. He needed this. It was something he hadn't done in who knew how long, and he didn't care that it was Claude who gave it to him.

"I'm sorry about Rachel. At least she had the kid though." He shrugged it off coolly. Claude's comment about his brother was a new and enlightening subject. It definatly grabbed Mike's attention. "Really..?" He asked, afraid to hear if this kid was straight or homo. Not like it mattered. Not like Michael was meeting this kid anytime soon; so honestly, sexuality didn't matter. But you know, Michael was a firm believer in just having straight friends and no freaky shit.

But if the kid was straight. Holy hell, he had to meet him. Couldn't keep it in his pants. Well he obviously knew how to charm the ladies - that is if he did charm the ladies. "Ha ha.. I'll have to meet this kid someday." Michael stretched out his legs and his arms, but remained seated.

[Sarah]

Claude shrugged towards what Michael said about Rachel. "I guess." He wouldnt have cared if she kept the kid or not-- he never saw his son, and didnt care to see him either. Some father figure he was. It was easy to tell when he had caught Mike's attention on the one word. really...?

Nodding eagerly, Claude couldnt agree more. "Biggest fucking dick ever..." He muttered, then thought again. He wasn't trying to compliment his brother's penis size, because he really didnt know. Didn't want to know, either. "He's an ass. He's probably knocked up more girls than he can count..." He muttered. It was clear to see Claude didnt like his brother. "But, then again, they were all wasted at the time." Claude rolled his blue eyes.

Dark brows lifted as Mike mentioned having to meet his brother, and shook his head. "You won't want to." he muttered. He didnt like to think that his friend would like his brother-- his total enemy. "He's a jackass. He's selfish." He muttered

Daiton...was a piece of work. He was everything Claude said, but it was weird how some people could find those qualities charming. Daiton could work things into however he needed to, making him seem charming.

[kaitie]

(lol. I like to change my font color xD)

Michael laughed, looking away from Claude. A total jackass and selfish. Sounded a lot like himself, which was rather frightening. And knocking up girls, yeah well Michael had to meet this kid, one day.

He smiled, biting down on his lip, this time in a comfortable fashion rather than a nervous one. The talk about Daiton reminded him of Kyle. She was a selfish bitch who wanted whatever and got him removed just so she could get her way. "Reminds me of my stepsister." Michael grimaced looking at Claude out of the corner of his eye and then up to the limbs of the trees.

[Sarah]

Claude was surprised when it still seemed like Mike was intent on meeting his brother, even after what he told him about him. Who the hell would want to meet Daiton?! It was an unfortunate event, Claude thought. You had to be sadistic or crazy or... or something to want to put yourself through that misery.

Raising his brows, Claude propped himself up on his elbows, a brow raised. "Daiton has a twin?" He acted surprised, smirking slowly. "Wow, I never knew." he rolled his eyes. "What she like?"

[kaitie]

Mike shrugged, running his tongue over his teeth before starting. "Well. She's ugly as fuck." Apparently, Michael was the only one who saw it this way. Everyone freakin' adored Kyle. She was the epitome of grace and beauty, or so people and Mike's family claimed. Yeah, okay. Michael held his tongue for a second and then continued. "She acts like this little goody-two-shoes but she's a total slut. Demands everything. And she's just so full of herself."

None of this was true whatsoever. It was all Michael. All in his head. He was the demanding one. It was why he was sent here and why Kyle was sent to... Well, wherever she was sent to. They just couldn't get along. It was fighting, constantly. Sometimes physically but most of the time it was just verbal.

Mike waited, looking at Claude and shifted his weight so he relaxed a bit more comfortably. "Yeah. We fought constantly. Finally my dad realized it would be smart for us to be separated and sent me here, and Kyle somewhere else. Oh and she's some prissy little ballerina. It was always about her dance. It made me sick and drew the attention of my family to her." He shuttered at the thought of Kyle, dancing her way into his father's life. He adored her, Michael knew it from day one, when she first walked in and his stepmother began spitting out the fact that there needed to be a near by dance studio for the up and coming Miss America.

Or something stupid and girly among those lines. He couldn't quite honestly remember, but that's alright, he didn't want to.

[Sarah]

Claude was surprised by the first sentence that came out of Mike's mouth. Ugly as fuck? Claude had met some damn ugly women before but most were family. Blood family. So, it wasn't like he could go around saying 'Yeah, Aunt Carolyn. She's ugly as fuck.' He'd be castrated. As Mike went on, Claude slowly nodded. So, whoever this was, they were pretty damn close to Daiton. Maybe not in the goody-two-shoes part. Daiton was just a dick to any, and every one.

But, these two boys did seem to have a lot in common. Claude nodded eagerly when he went on about how the two had fought. "I'm not sure how many teeth Daiton's knocked out of me...." He muttered. Yeah, of the two of them, Claude considered himself to be the prissy girl who always lost. He wasn't sporty like Daiton was.

"Life's all about football at home," Claude rolled his eyes. Clearly, he didnt know who he was talking to. "The dick's all about it." He muttered. He hated the sport now, only because his home life had become so obsessed about it, because Daiton was into it.

[kaitie]

Mike thought to himself nodding as Claude spoke about football. Oh yeah, that was another argument in the house. Ballet wasn't a sport. He remembered the countless times Kyle would attack him with her pointe shoes. The wooden-toed shoes that she would smack him over the head with. Sometimes maybe give him a black eye if she swung hard enough, which rarely occurred, but it occurred. "Football is my life as well. I grew up playing it.That changed when Kyle came around too. Stupid bitch." His voice trailed off, muttering the last part.

Michael couldn't think if he had truly hurt Kyle or he didn't because his morals took over and told him that it was bad to hit a girl. He was sure that he had yanked her hair out maybe once or twice or did something stupid to her pointe shoes or ballet equipment. But it was all returned with her soaking his jock strap in meat or something cruel like that.

She was a dirty, back stabbing, hoe. "I don't think I ever hurt her to the extent of the emergency room...Wait, I did. I hit her really hard and it made her black out. Left her a nice shiner on her left eye. She claims that because of that she can't see straight anymore.. But she's such a whiner." He laughed, pleased with himself as she shot a glance towards Claude.

"Home life sucks. We definatly need to get the hell out of here."

[Sarah]

Claude tried not to be too critical when Mike said that his life was all about football, but he could only stop himself from so much. So far, Daiton and Mike seemed to be just the same-- homophobic, jocks, football-loving, girl-getting... Claude tried not to make himself sick by thinking that he really did have his half brother at school with him.

Shrugging a couple times, Claude tried to make conversation without sounding bitter. "I tried football-- sucked at it." he shrugged again. He wasn't into many sports at all. He liked to play them, baseball, soccer, almost anything. Anything but football, at least. Thinking for another moment, Claude's head tilted. "I guess I'm the stupid bitch of the family..." he said steadily to himself. "I'm the only one who 'came around'." he rolled his eyes to himself. Hell, he didnt come to the Clark family willingly. He was forced into that damn place, before he could get away. No matter what Eddingborough was, it was better than home.

As far as battles went with the two feuding brothers, they were more physical than anything. It'd start out over something petty, surely, and then Daiton would start shoving Claude around. Like he would stand for that bullshit. Claude always ended up being the one that was pinned in the end, normally with several bruises along with it. But, he always, always make sure to leave his mark on Daiton as well. Return the favor and all.

And, of course the guys had their little pranks. Some of them were harmless, sibling squabbles for a nice laugh, and others were for revenge. Claude had pulled the meat-soaked jock strap before-- their dog, Brutus, back when he was still around especially loved that trick. And then, Daiton would back-slap with some other dumbass thing, normally it turned out to be putting itching powder in his boxers.

Daiton was predictable, but Claude could be everything but.

Hearing Mike, he smirked slightly, but rolled his eyes. He knew about whining siblings-- he had three of them. All of them older, even. He nodded slowly with a sigh to Mike's statement. "This place is better than home, at least," he muttered, but agreed. They still had to get out of here.

[kaitie]

Mike bit back a smile but couldn't help himself. "Football isn't everyone's sport..." He tried to sound friendly and helpful. Not some condescending jock. "How can you be the stupid bitch when you're a guy?" Michael was confused, he arched the brow. So the boy moved into the house and was the one who disrupted things... That didn't make him the stupid bitch, or did it? Michael never really thought of himself as the stupid bitch, but he knew that that was Kyle's name, not his. And he wasn't going to take that from her.

Michael thought about Claude's previous statement: "This place is better than home, at least." He shook his head in disagreement. It wasn't just disagreement, but it was a large disagreement. How could a place like this that cock blocked straight boys with hormones from girls be better than home. At least at home, Michael could hop on whomever he liked at any time he liked.

This place was far from being better than home.

Michael contemplated on how exactly they would follow through with this plan and sneak girls in or maybe get themselves out. He stared blankly at Claude, wondering if he had any other ideas than hot wiring a car. It sounded plausible, but would it work was the other question.

[Sarah]

Claude nodded easily with a shrug at Mike's comment. It certainly wasn't his sport, anyway. He wasn't into many sports to begin with. He just sat around and watched, and then acted like he cared afterwards. He had to think a little about what Mike said next, though. He shrugged. "I guess I mean stupid dick," he said simply. It was all the same to him. He was the 'bastard child'. He got over it.

"Long story short, I'm the kid they didn't know about, and didn't want," The way he muttered it made it clear that it was a subject he was not going to open up on. But, from how he said it, it didn't really explain his situation at all. It wasn't that he was an unexpected pregnancy....Well, actually, he was. It was all so complicated, that it hurt his head sometimes to think of it.

Seeing the other boy shake his head, Claude shrugged again. Well, it was better than home for him at least. It wasn't a heaven on Earth by anymeans, but it was his vacation away from hell. He'd been trying to get out of that God damn place for so long, but where did he have to turn to? No where.

There had to be an easier way to get out of this place. Maybe all they needed were a couple more guys-- more people to come up with plans.

[kaitie]

Michael felt bad. He was going on and on and on about how his life sucked at home, but really he didn't have it as bad as he thought. Well, he wasn't going to lie, it was bad. Stupid stepmother and stepsister and all. But no being wanted by your family was rough. "Oh," was all Mike could say, seeing as he wasn't very good at the sensitive stuff.

He fidgeted again against the tree, shifting his legs so that they were less cramped. Feeling like their conversation had come to an abrupt halt, Mike casually reached for his cellphone and flicked it open.
No New Messages.

He almost wanted to scream, or maybe even throw his phone out into the courtyard, but that so useless and a waste of energy. He also didn't want to embarrass himself like that in front of Claude. It would show that Mike was weak, and that was the last thing he wanted any boy here knowing. Nonchalantly, Mike went to his messaging options and created a new message, flagging all of his best football buddies. After the creation of the message, he looked at it longingly but hesitated to send it out.

[Sarah]

As far as step siblings went, Claude didnt 'officially' know the feeling. The siblings he had were related to him by blood, but it didnt feel that way. They were his half siblings, being the creation of his father, but of another woman as well. His father had cheated on another woman while being married to his now step-bitch, as he called her. And, the ending result was that Claude and Daiton were born only a month apart. Only, their father didnt know of Claude's existence for nine years later when he was forced to live with the Clarks, thanks to the death of his true mother.

He wasn't known of, or wanted, and yet he had lived with them for nearly nine more years now.

Claude found it equally uncomfortable for Mike, since the conversation had ended. Claude let out a sigh, and looked up at the sky. What would he give to be able to just fly away. Get out of this school easier that way. And, he wouldn't have to come back.

He didnt much care as he saw Mike texting on his phone. Claude himself had some friends that he chatted with ocassionally from back home, but it wasn't often. He propped up on his shoulders again to sit up. 'I wonder...' he said faintly to himself. "If Eddingborough has a visiting day... We could 'go for a trip' with our family, or so we say, and go find some girls," He mused.