Love Your Enemies

[jumpmybones]

( hope it's alright! )

n his final year of high school Boyet Falton Bright had everything under his feet holding him up with triumphant arms. He was the middle of three boys. Middle child syndrome was nowhere to be seen, though, and he had never felt as if he were shadowed by his older brother. Perhaps that was solely on the seventeen years age difference or the fact that his parents had an easy parenting lifestyle. They didn’t pressure him to be like his older brother, nor did they pressure their youngest to be like Boyet. They were two parents that were happily married and proud of each of their children without specific conditions. They wanted their boys to be happy, not pressured yet driven to succeed, and themselves. The eldest was married with two daughters of his own. Boyet had his own world and his own way with the world.

Right off the bat he had a handsome figure. One of those naturally handsome kids who developed nicely after braces in middle school, and with the help of hockey and his simple love for swimming his body had developed full of tight muscles. He didn’t look like Ronny from Jersey Shore, or some big muscled wrestler. His legs had tone and slight build, his chest soft on the eyes but firm to the touch. His face was up to par with the rest of his body, a strong jaw, solid brown eyes that didn’t have a definition between the pupil and iris. Boyet stood at five foot eleven. It seemed he was oblivious to his good looks. Boyet used his natural charm on people just about every time he spoke. It wasn’t that he absolutely needed to get his way or a tantrum would be thrown, no, it was just who he was. He was brought up with manners and respect. Somewhere along the way a suave, charismatic, and confident man was formed.

Boyet could have his way with many people but he kept it reserved. He didn’t play it up unless he needed to. He charmed more than manipulated. A good character for people to befriend. Someone everyone wanted to say hello to. He walked with confidence, smiled with pride and spoke with ease.

He had the high school around his finger for the past three years. At least those in his graduating class. He was always the one everyone loved. The funny, kind, handsome, hilarious guy. The guy everyone knew but didn’t know well enough to write a book. No one knew beneath the surface and 95% of the time Boyet was alright with that. Truthfully, he didn’t know exactly who he was behind the charisma. It confused him, and the last thing he wanted was someone pinpointing who he really was. Slapping him in the face with reality unexpectedly just because they were pissed with him. His closest friends are the hockey team. Perhaps his brother knew him quite well, but he only knew Boyet’s tactics. The way he wrung his fingers when he was nervous, or tore a plastic bag to shreds if it was in his hands while he was waiting for something. He knew the general things there was to know about someone that you lived with, just not what went on in his mind.

He sat at one of the lunch tables with a few of the other guys from hockey and the rest of the table was filled simply with whomever else had decided to sit there for lunch. The lunchroom wasn’t exactly divided like it is in the movie Mean Girls, though usually everyone sat in the same tables each day. Just a safety understanding so no one was eating in the bathroom stall.
The man was dressed in navy shorts that ended right above his knee cap with a single factory put fold. His shirt was a white and blue v-neck, his shoes simple black nurse-like shoes. His appearance was important to him, though not as important as his personality shining through. Boyet didn’t see himself in the mirror very well. He would look only to style his hair, brush his teeth and shave a few times a week. He didn’t stare and observe like most people would think he did. Boyet barely knew what he looked like most of the time. If the outfit looked good, then he guessed he did, he didn’t really care to analyze what his appearance was. Not because he was confident that he looked good in anything, even a potato sack, but because he just couldn’t. His eyes scanned the lunch room briefly before he stood up, telling the guys he was going to get in line for a chocolate milk. Of course asking if anyone wanted anything, and thankfully they almost always all declined.

On his way to the line he spotted the new foreign exchange kid. Boyet thought it must suck being a new kid the last year of high school. Why not just wait to come overseas freshman year of college? Colleges love international students. He gave the man a wide smile and approached him, "Hey," he said with a genuine kindness behind his voice, though his eyes were a bit unsure. "You're new, right? I've seen you around for a couple of days briefly. I'm Boyet," he offered while extending his hand. The kind, generous smile still upon his features.

Boyet's eyes were always a little unsure, though no one noticed or really pin pointed the emotion in them. He usually didn't let many people look him in the eye long enough or frequently enough when the emotion was so bare. If they were laughing and what not, then sure, but when it was just confused, raw emotion he didn't dare.

[ritsukitty]

Look inside yourself.
You are more than what you have become.
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In the mundane, overly busy high school, students were enjoying their first week of school, preparing for a great new school year. Like every year before, each of the different class levels had their own special celebrations that welcomed the students back to the large place of knowledge. The only place that was even the slightest bit uni-grade was the cafeteria, where every student of every year mingled, give or take the few that had their lunch following this one so as not to over crowd everything.

Like most cafeterias, this one had its own unique decorations to match their varying types of food. The colors ran along the lines of greens, whites, tans, red and browns with softer colors in between. Greens for the stupid fake plants that filled in gaps and corners of the building and some real ones outside where students could sit if they so desired. Whites for the ugly walls littered with random posters for various club activities that were beginning, and welcome back posters, and posters with rules. Tans and browns were the tables, all lined up assortedly where each student mingled about enjoying their lunches.

The many sounds and shouts of the students filled the hall. Each of them, like normal, was excited to be seeing their friends again after their long summer away. They had only been back a few days, so the novelty had yet to wear off. Even if some were from a different ‘clique’ than another, they still stopped by the tables to say hello and catch up. It was all quite a wonderful display.

Through it all, walking along the scuffed up faux marble floor towards the lunch line for the sandwiches, was someone who had yet to make it into any crowd yet. He was a slender male who was the new foreign exchange student coming in for his senior year of high school. He was a tall male, built in the right places, but not overly so, with dark brunette hair that hung over his face in gentle sweeps, stopping just above his golden brown eyes, that were firm and inviting. He was slightly tanned, showing he obviously didn’t stay inside the whole summer, and it added to his warm aroma that a few people had been attracted to so far. Dawned in a dark blue shirt with a small silver ring with a single green stone wrapped within it dangling from a black cord wrapped five times around his slender neck and faded blue jeans, he didn’t particularly stick out. At least, more than any new kid would.

He walked with a graceful air about him, knowing full well that if he showed any signs of nervousness or anything of that sort he might be spending the rest of his lunches alone. Well, somewhat, so far he was fairing well with the people in his grade and some of other grades that he met during passing periods between classes. He wore a broad smile most anywhere he went the past few days, not only because it kept others from seeing his nervousness of being in a new school, but he thought it was great to be in a new place.

He was doing quite well actually, even saying hi to people as he passed them, whether he knew them or not. This was another trait that caused a few people to approach him with curiosity and an eagerness to get to know him. He was confident, and new. A mysterious ‘new meat’ on the menu that was quite an attractive male to begin with.

As he waited in line, chatting with the person in front of him, he stuck his hands in his jeans and rocked back on his heels. It was clear this male was going to come into the school well off, if he could keep this friendly demeanor. Which should be easy for him, he grew up in a home that made him determined to remain nice to everyone he met.

As the other male approached him, introducing himself right off the bat, the new student blinked a few times, always taken aback when others approached him –which meant the past few days held for quite a common reoccurrence of surprise- before he broke out into a charming but lopsided smile.

“Allo Boyet,” he replied, his voice filled with a Scottish accent separating him from the natives even more than he already was. Reaching forward, he grasped the other’s hand in a firm shake as he looked him over for a moment, letting his eyes linger perhaps a bit too long on the attractive male before him before he met his gaze that was quickly broken by Boyet. “I’m Raziel, pleasure I’m sure.” He said with a nod before slipping his hand away and to the ring upon his neck that he would fiddle with out of old habit.

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Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance.
Like so many things,
it is not what outside,
but what is inside that counts.

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Boyet had never been on the other end of the charismatic encounter. It was always him charming people, making them weak in the knees and giggling like a nervous little girl. His knees weren't exactly wobbling together and on the verge of crumpling, but he reacted to the smile. If only inside of his head. It was charming and handsome. Absolutely stunning. Perhaps it was just the appeal that this man was new and from an entirely different land. Entirely different culture.

"Raziel?" he said flashing his own bright, effortless smile, "that's quite a handsome and unusual name," he complimented. Boyet allowed his eyes to scan the man quickly and grabbed his milk from the fridge. "Have you just arrived in the states before school began, or have you been here since the summer?" He was curious, and befriending this handsome man seemed to be on top of his priority list out of nowhere.

"How are you adjusting to the new school?" he asked as they walked down the line slowly to the register. Boyet only wanted to help someone who man not have many friends adjust. He had always been the type to make sure someone was comfortable and not friendless. Everyone had to at least have one other person in the school.

[ritsukitty]

Look inside yourself.
You are more than what you have become.
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The line slowly inched forward as they were going through the process of introducing each other and the dark haired teen found himself rocking back on his ankles again, having never really cared for long lines. Perhaps he should have brought something from home instead so he wouldn’t have to stand in this line. Of course, he found himself saying this same thing every day, but with just enough money to get an apartment and get by for the first couple months until he got a job, chances of being able to bring food from home was slim. He hardly had food at home.

As they inched forward in line, the male he had been talking to in front of him leaned back to say something to him and laugh, causing Raziel to nod in return with a smile as the kid slipped from line with a wave. As the other male complemented his name he nodded. “Yes, my mother has a bit of a humor behind names, no?” he asked with a soft chuckle, though he figured the male didn’t know what his name meant or anything. He did, and that was all that mattered.

As they neared the front, he grabbed a turkey sandwich with nothing more than that, not able to pay for more than that at this moment in time. He shook his head, “No I haven’t been here for the summer, I got in a couple hours before the first day of school,” the Scotsman informed him as they walked down the line to go and pay. “So it’s been a bit of an interesting balancing act between school and settling in.”

“Thank you ma’am.” He said sweetly to the lunch lady with a charming smile and she smiled in return with a soft “Have a good day!” in return. As he balanced his tray in one hand, he brushed the hair from his eyes as he turned around with a graceful flourish and gave a light wave to Boyet. “It was nice to meet you.”

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Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance.
Like so many things,
it is not what outside,
but what is inside that counts.

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Boyet watched the man as he spoke, listening intently and let a soft smile grace his lips. "A humor with names? How so?" he further questioned. Keeping the man talking was in his best interest. His accent was nice on his tongue. In a more shallow retrospect, Boyet had mentally decided that Raziel was handsome enough to be part of the crowd. He also had a charming smile to match the handsome features.

He paid for his milk after the man before him paid and looked a bit dismayed that they were leaving one another's company already. "It was nice to meet you as well," he agreed with a nod. He had been about to walk away when he paused, "Hey, do you have anyone to sit with?" He watched Raziel with a soft expression. "Do you want to come sit with my friends and I? We're always up for someone new and that way we can keep you company for lunch."

Boyet wouldn't be offended if the man before him said no. He would be a bit disappointed, but not offended. In a way, Boyet already slightly feared this man's suave smile and effortless strut. He wanted to make sure he had the man under his wing. Push him into the shadows so no one would forget him, so no one could forget him. He didn't want people thinking 'oh, whatever happened to whats his name?' Even though he would never know what they thought, the thought of them thinking that really worried him. It made him paranoid and self destructive.

[ritsukitty]

Look inside yourself.
You are more than what you have become.
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He shouldn’t be surprised that he held the other’s interest so well, but he still was. Back where he came from, yes he was well known to be kind and charming, but he didn’t have that many friends. His father made sure of that, so to have people’s attention, like he had always wanted, was a nice relief. Of course, it helped that he was from some far off country, with a thick accent and charming demeanor. This caused people to become curious as to who he was, where he came from and why he moved to the states so far from home.

None the less, he liked the attention, and he knew that he would try hard to keep it. He would befriend as many people as he could and remain nice and in a good light with the rest. So far it was working well, but it had only been a few days, so he shouldn’t get too excited about it.

As the male asked him about his name, he chuckled. Raziel had already figured that he didn’t know much about name meanings or origins, hardly anyone did anymore. Most people only chose what they found suitable or more common. So he shouldn’t be surprised. Perhaps it was best not to mention his mother when talking about his name if it were ever commented upon. It had already been asked about a few times, so it would probably get annoying sooner or later if he had to keep talking about it.

“My mother named me after the Angel of Secrets, Raziel.” He informed him while trying to keep from looking the boy over some more. It wasn’t like Boyet wasn’t attractive, and the new kid had long since known that he swung on both sides of the field. If they were good looking, he was content to look at either gender; why should he settle for just one side if there were attractive people on each? Brushing the thought away, he continued. “She thought it would be both powerful and fitting.” He told him with a nod before they moved out of line, each holding what they had gotten in line to get.

Stopping as he moved to step away from the teen, he turned to look at him carefully as he was invited to sit with him. If he had been approached sooner, he might have taken him up on the offer, not knowing the true reason behind why he was asked to sit with him.

“Aye,” he said with a nod in regards to if he had anyone to sit with. “I do have people to sit with,” he said as he nodded to a large group of kids not far away from where they stood. They weren’t part of Boyet’s group, but were still a fairly well known group in the school. It was surprising that he had been invited to sit with them because they were known to be picky people at who they let with them. Not rude, just picky. “So thank you, but I must decline.” With that, he turned away from him once more before shooting over his shoulder, “enjoy your lunch.”

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Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance.
Like so many things,
it is not what outside,
but what is inside that counts.

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NOTES !?[/b] perhaps Boyet’s brother is in that group? So it annoys him when he comes home later all like ‘I made a new friend, he’s this and that and that also!” at dinner or something? Your choice though, I am just throwing out an idea.

[jumpmybones]

Boyet nodded to the angel of secrets meaning behind the name. His mother had named him after a servant in a Shakespeare play that had been a minute character. She had simply liked the name is what she told him when he asked. His father told him the same thing. His brothers and he all had the same first initial. The eldest was Brandon, Boyet then Beau. It wasn't as interesting as being named after an angel. But at least it hadn't just been picked from a baby book with closed eyes and random pages.

He glanced over the man's shoulder when he respectfully declined the offer. "Well, have a good day then," he called out as they departed. There was something he didn't like about the handsome new kid. It wasn't the decline of sitting with him and his friends. Perhaps it was how he was still standing in the same spot for more than the half second it would have taken him to get over the situation and walk away. He didn't turn around until the man had approached the table. Without looking to see who he was sitting with he went back to his friends. An uneasy settling in his stomach over it. He couldn't pin point why.

Boyet went about his day without much thought towards Raziel.

After school he waited for his brother to drive home, going back to the school for hockey practice then home in time to shower before dinner.

"Boys," their mother, Sarah, called out from the dining room, "dinner!" The rest of her sentence 'Jeff, will you shut that thing off and open the wine bottle for me? The damn thing is stuck,' was muffled through the floorboards as Boyet finished getting dressed. He hurried downstairs in sweatpants and a simple white shirt then sat at his spot.

The family always waited until everyone was sat to begin eating, asking about one another's day, etc.

[ritsukitty]

One of the boys that sat with the new male was a happily and bubbly Beau, who was; unknowing to Raziel; the brother of the same boy who approached him earlier. He was a shorter male, who had taken to the new kid quite well, wanting to become friends instantly. This both surprised and amused him, but he accepted the friendship anyway. The day proceeded from there without and further awkwardness.

When the boys were called down to dinner, Beau, who had been sitting on his computer in his room, proceeded down stairs with a big smile. Dinner was always a good time of day for their family. They would not only have a really good meal made up by their mother, but they just sat as a family. He was aware other families rarely, to practically never had a single meal together and some hardly even saw one another. He wasn’t sure what he would do if his family was like that. He liked their time with one another; it allowed them to catch up.

It also allowed them to ask for help if needed, and just talk about how they were. Kept them a tight knit family. So, as he was called down, he quickly said good bye to the people he had been talking to online and wandered from his room.

Adjusting his jeans he had yet to change since he got back from school, he sat down and looked around at his family that had each made it to their seats a few moments apart from one another. One spot was left open at the far end of the table, where Beau and Boyet’s older brother Brandon used to sit when he still lived with them. After he had first moved away, Beau had a hard time seeing the empty space at the table, without feeling like something was missing from his life. Then when Brandon met someone and he came by even less than before, Beau knew he had to learn to accept it and stop wishing that something would happen to Brandon’s new home so that he would come back to this one.

Not long after, he accepted it as an empty seat. Sometimes when he was feeling particularly lonely, he would be unnerved by the space, but that didn’t happen as often anymore. Today was one of the days he hardly even looked at the chair, as he was just about to burst with exciting news of his new foreign friend.

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[jumpmybones]

( nooo! it's fine. we're still getting into the swing of the play xD)

Boyet sat down next to the open chair as he usually did. He had always thought, back when Brandon lived with them, that they should have a dog or another child to sit next to Beau during dinner time. It was uneven. Their parents at the heads of the table, the eldest boys on one side and then Beau on the opposing. When they were younger the eldest boys would poke fun at Beau. It was a teasing making fun, though, and it was mostly Boyet teasing him since Brandon had quickly grown too old to feel alright with picking on such a small child so mercilessly. Boyet, though, had kept at it. It was just typical boy stuff, mostly. Teasing the other about stupid things, wrestling him over the remote or just outside when they were playing catch or something.

Boyet did love his family unconditionally. He loved that he could just breathe when he was home. He could be quiet and not expected to charm everyone. It was his vacation from the day. He was quite quiet while at home. Preserved to himself for most of the time, not saying much. Though when he did talk, the charm was still there.

Dinner was corn, lasagna, potatoes and broccoli. It was an odd mixture, but it was Boyet's favorite mixture of food. He loved all elements of the dinner.

Once everyone sat down bowls were passed, the family murmered thanks and please pass the __ remarks. As everyone settled down their mother smiled warmly, "Boys, how was your day today?" She was always truly interested. Sarah had been involved with the PTA during elementary school. She held after hockey game get togethers at their humble home once a year after the championships- whether they qualified, won or lost. It didn't matter. She was involved and encouraged her sons to be the best they could be, whatever it was.

Boyet shrugged some, "It was alright. I've got a chemistry exam approaching. I talked to this new kid today, he's foreign exchange. I didn't get a chance to ask him where he was from, though. Hockey try outs are next week for anyone who wants to join. Beau, you should try out this year," he grinned to his brother. It was a genuine grin, though. Boyet had always secretly dreamed of his younger brother being his wing man in life. Be one of his best friends that just enjoyed his company, and Boyet would enjoy the other's.

It was a sort of odd relationship between the two. Boyet watched out for his brother in and outside of school, though he didn't ask specifics about his life in fear to be asked in return. He made sure that Beau always knew that he was there for him no matter what. Though he'd only say it a couple of times, with much space between the times, he meant it to the core.

Boyet started on his dinner as Sarah commented about studying for the exam. She then looked over to Beau, "and you, my youngest?"

Their father was a humble business man. He owned his own real-estate business and sold houses for a living. He was interested in his sons' achievements and was rather a good listener than in putter. He was a closet family homophobic. Easy going with everything else in the world, even homosexuals that he sold houses to. If one of his sons came out to be gay, he'd lose it. It was an odd temper that the man had. He barely lost control over his anger, he barely even got angry, but the thought of his sons being gay appalled him.

[ritsukitty]

The family didn’t speak much as they began to settle into their normal routines, getting what they wanted from the food placed upon the table from the oven quite quickly so to keep them fresh. This was the time in which there was peace at the table in which they could simply spend time enjoying one another’s company before their days were spilled before each other.

When all was settled, and Boyet began to speak, the younger of the brothers sat, munching on the head of a broccoli flourette, watching him curiously. He looked at the difference between his own plate, and his brother’s. He had decided that he needed to go on a diet, regardless of the fact that he was already quite small, and so his portions were much smaller, and had more veggies than anything else. He was trying to eat healthily but he wasn’t off to a good start. He’d figure it out though.

As his mother looked to him, asking him about his day he smiled and perked up from the slouched position in his seat. He nodded to his brother as he thought about the hockey try outs. It would be neat if he could do something with his brother. They may not always get along, and he did get picked on by the older boy on occasion, but he knew that if they had something they could relate to one another with, they could get along better and he would like that. “I’ll have to look into trying out. I should be free.” He said as he popped a piece of broccoli into his mouth so he could have a pause before he gave the biggest news.

“I made a new friend,” he said with a smile as he looked around the table to his father and mother, curious of what they would think. He always liked when he made new friends, so when he got accepted into that group at school he was so thrilled. He was not about to be the brother left in the shadows because his older brother was popular in school. Not to mention, he liked having friends, he was one he liked to go out and hang with them.

“He’s the exchange student you were talking about Boyet. His name is Raziel, he’s from Scotland.” He said with a nod as he tried remembering all he was told about the male today. It hadn’t been much, but it was still exciting that the teen had something to tell. “He’s a great guy, really friendly and very charming. He is a people person and can talk to just about anyone so it’s hard not to get along with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he becomes quite popular.” He was nodding as he spoke, thinking to the handsome male he had sat with at lunch.

He glanced to his father a few times as he spoke, knowing the male was a homophobe after a stern conversation with him a few years ago about one of the friends he had who was openly gay. He didn’t want to sound gay to him, but he couldn’t help but get excited over the new kid, he liked meeting new people after all. So this reaction happened often when he made a new friend. He just had to be careful when he talked about them.

“Oh!” he said quickly, remembering something, “He’s got a thick accent that just makes you want to tell him to talk more.” Beau informed them as he took another bite from his plate, “He just moved in a few days ago before school started, joining into his senior year. So he’s your age Boyet.” He said as he nodded towards his brother, hoping the two of them might be friends. He had been jumping all over with his information, not sure what his family wanted to hear or not hear. So when he finished, he blinked a few times and nodded with a soft “yeah…” as he slouched back down in his seat and continued eating.

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[jumpmybones]

(naah, it's fine. he could be a bit manlier but it's no biggie )

Boyet listened as his brother had a new friend. To be honest, he wasn't fond of those who Beau hung out with. If his brother wasn't at the top of the group, he felt like they were truthfully using him just for someone else in their possy of prissy boys and girls. He didn't tell his brother, though, because he knew that Beau must feel shadowed by Boyet. He didn't want it to seem like he wanted everyone who wasn't him to suffer and be unhappy. As long as they didn't fuck with Beau, really.

Then he heard that it was the new foreign exchange student. Really? Either that group wanted to look cooler because they befriended the new and interesting foreign kid or they were truly interested in Scotland. Which, Boyet didn't buy the latter. Boyet had a stone face as his brother talked about the foreign exchange kid. Charming and easy to get along with? Boyet had noticed that, and now that his brother noticed and knew of it.. it unnerved the man more than lunchtime had.

"Oh, honey," Sarah cooed with a grin, "you should bring him home for dinner one night!" She was enthusiastic and overly so. She loved accents and people from other countries. "I can make a lovely pasta dish. Or, Beau, you and your brother can look up Scottish recipes so we can give him a taste of home to cure some homesickness he may be having." She spoke with an enthusiastic voice and an expression to match. Sarah was friendly to everyone and anyone. You could stomp on her foot and she'd tell you to have the most beautiful day. Rarely did she ever get cross or cold towards someone.

Boyet cringed a bit unnoticeably, "Mom, I don't think that's a good idea," he perked up between mouthfuls. "It could make him really lonely for his homeland. You wouldn't want to do that," Boyet regretted the words as soon as they left his lips. Only because his mother stiffened some and looked straight at him, "Boyet," she said calmly, "don't be foolish."

Boyet shot a look to Beau that told the other that he was dead meat. Boyet had pulled himself into the situation but in his mind, Beau started it just by talking about that new foreign weirdo. "He landed just a few hours before school began," he said quietly, "Maybe you should wait on inviting him over until after the weekend. Give him some time to settle in," he offered more reasonably. Give the boy time to miss his homeland. Miss it and yearn for it, then his mother's delicious dish would make him want to go back. Get off of his brother's tongue.

"Beau, don't you want more lasanga?" their father piped up, "eat more meat. A strong man needs meat and pasta in his system."

Boyet smirked, "Yeah, Beau, eat more lasagna." It was really nasty in the way he said it, but he noticed the smaller portions. Like hell if he was going to have a self conscious with body image little brother. Part of him wanted to throw Beau under the bus and accuse him of an early eating disorder just out of spite of how awful dinner seemed to be going for Boyet. But that kind of smite for something so simple was absurd, even to Boyet.

(oh man, Boyet sounds like some self centered wus! I'm really thinking he's going to have some mental health issues later on. more prominent ones, so I suppose it would explain for his thought process now. )