Our Song Has Not Been Sung [JASON]

[caleb andrew winston]

I couldn't remember the first time I'd done something like this. Well, tell a lie. I actually could. But that doesn't count for two reasons: 1) Because I was young at the time and 2) Because this time was different anyway. This time, it was me guiding a small hand, and not the other way around. It wasn't me being shown how to paint, it was me showing someone else how to paint. Someone a lot younger than myself. And if I was honest, I was really enjoying it. Not that I'd have any reason to lie about that. I preferred teaching t being taught - it was just so much more fun.

I'd attempted this once before, when I was much younger. Younger, and far less patient, just a few years after things in my life started to go downhill. Joe had only been little at the time, about four. I was nine by then, almost ten. I'd tried to show him how to do this, but he hadn't been interested. His thing was music, and it had been from the start. Music was to him like art was, still is, to me. No more so, but possibly on the same level.

And to some extent, the fact that he didn't want to be able to do something like this hurt me. It was almost as if, even after everything I ever told him, he was forgetting our dad. The dad that I loved so much, that I wanted him to feel the same way about. The dad that had taught me everything I knew. The dad that loved us both, even though he and Joseph never officially met.

Of course, that was before I understood that that might never happen. Joe never met our father, never grew to love him as much as I did. Sure, all of the things I said about him made him sound admirable. But there was a big difference between admiring someone and loving them. How could I get Joseph to love someone that had never been in the picture throughout his short life? Besides, he had me. I was as much of a "dad" to him as he would ever need. He told me that himself once.

But It wasn't really until now that I realised how different being a brother was to being a parent. If I was being one hundred percent honest with myself, I'd never pictured myself as a parent. I wanted kids, of course I did, but I was so certain that I wouldn't be a good parent because of the ADHD. I was so sure that I would do something wrong. However, this is how things had turned out. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

So now, here I was. Twenty one years of age, sitting with a little girl and guiding her hand as she painted her first slightly wonky picture - a Sudowoodo. Her idea completely, actually. She thought it would have been a nice surprise for Jason, and asked me to show her how to paint one. Now, I was secretly expecting another little Joseph - she was so musical, singing a happy little song wherever she happened to go. But no, she was sat next to me, her little form a warm comfort alongside my own, trying as hard as she could to "do it right". Her little tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. It looked, as a matter of fact, like the way Jason smiled.

Even though we weren't really her parents, it was as clear as day that those two were related.

Even as she painted, she merrily chatted away to me about how Sudowoodo was the best Pokémon (to which I begged to differ - Growlithe was pretty damn cool, if you asked me), purely because it was "on Jace's necklace". She was just fascinated by that thing, she loved it. And If I was honest, I could see why. Even after all these years, I still found it insanely awesome.

"But come on, Caleb!" she exclaimed, sighing and shaking her head. "Sudowoodo is better because... he's so much cuter than Growlithe! And anyway, if Growlithe was on the necklace, where would the scepter go? Growlithe is a bit of a weird shape for a scepter." She looked up at me for a moment, away from her picture of the Pokémon that she was painting. Her blue eyes were wide and inquiring, reminding me of myself. She was something that I used to be - a child. A curious, interested child.

"No waaaaay is Sudowoodo cuter than Growlithe!" I argued with her. "Growlithe wins that fight by far. And I don't know where it would go. I'd ask your brother."

She threw her hands up theatrically, as if giving up, and wordlessly turned back to her painting. I grinned and nodded triumphantly at her, only to spot a small blob of green paint on her cheek. God, was she a messy painter. Now that I looked, she had it everywhere. All over the tabletop, up her arms (and mine) - there were even a few splotches in her hair. I'd have to remember to clean up soon, or else Jason would kill me. Well, maybe not kill me, but I had the strangest feeling that he wouldn't be happy.

"You got it on your face, you silly moo," I chuckled, poking the rapidly drying blotch with the end of my paintbrush. ...The wrong end of my paintbrush. The bright ocher yellow that I'd been using to paint a Pikachu now streaked her pale skin, a somewhat weird contrast with the forest green staining just above it. "Caleb!" she shrieked, turning to look at me sharply, quickly, her little mouth wide open in shock. And in that moment, I swear to god, I could see every little cog in her brain whirring to life.

"Hazel, no," I warned, knowing exactly where it would end up if she did. "That one was an accident. Don't even think about it."

But I could already feel a grin stretching my lips, one that was mirrored by Hazel a she lunged at me, painting my forehead with a fat, green line. Soon enough, colors were flying everywhere. Reds, Oranges, Browns, everything. As we dabbed each other violently with our paintbrushes, we were laughing like we'd never stop. And if I was honest, I didn't think I wanted to stop any time soon.

So much for cleaning up.

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[jason lee clark]

I didn't actually mind going to meetings and things like that. I supposed that if it was boring stuff I was going to talk about then I would mind, but this was video games. There was no way I would ever mind talking about video games. Well... except for the fact it took away from the time I could spend with my amazing little sister. Ever since Caleb and I decided to raise her on our own and my parents had died... well. I thought that maybe that had happened for a reason. I loved Hazel more than anything in the world. More than Caleb, even, but don't tell him that. I was happy. I didn't want anything to change because everything was perfect just the way it was. Caleb and I both had a good job. Both of us loved our job. Hazel was more than we expected her to be. So adorable and so amazing. Just like our parents. I was so glad I chose to take care of her instead of give her away.

The walk home wasn't very far. I still hadn't learned how to drive because well... I just didn't want to. It wasn't something I cared about and I didn't like driving. I felt like it was scary. Walking places was perfectly fine. I took a smile and thought about texting Caleb to tell him I'd be home in a minute but figured it wasn't worth it very much so just decided to walk into whatever they were doing. Probably watching television or something. Maybe Caleb was playing a game and Hazel was watching. Something cute, I was sure.

I pushed the door open and saw them almost right away. I didn't think anything in my mind prepared me for that. I was caught between a conflicted feeling of cuteness and horror because of the mess. I burst out laughing at the two of them. "You two are a complete mess! What did you do!" I said in between laughs as I held my stomach because it was starting to cramp from the laughing. Just as I said that, Hazel jumped up to run and hug me like she always did except this time I laughed and ran the other way. "No way! You're all full of paint and I'm clean! Get away!"

[/b] I screamed as I ran toward my bedroom while she screamed my name back at me.

I'd say this was a nice surprise to come home to, but it was actually kind of normal in our household.
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[caleb andrew winston]

As the little blond girl sat, bent over her painting in a way that was reminiscent of serious concentration, I knew that I didn't doubt mine and Jace's to take her in. No, not even for a second. We were both in pretty dark places in our lives at the time, and she was the only thing (besides each other) that we really had. And of course, we were scared at first - who wouldn't be? - but once we'd had her for a while, it'd gotten easier than we ever thought it would. Soon enough, it came almost as naturally as breathing.

When the door opened with an abrupt click, the first thought that came to my head was me considering the possibility and speed of my death. Because, well, both me and Hazel were a mess. There was paint streaking our skin, our hair, our clothes - everywhere. The house was no better; there was a trail of multicoloured carnage in our wake. The place was a mess, and so were we. I wasn't even sorry, though - that was probably evident by the grin I wore on my face as Jason came through the door.

I saw Hazel's eyes light up, one of those little things that I had come to live for, as she saw her brother walk through the door. I remembered how that used to happen with Joe, that every time I got home after school or a night out with friends, he'd be there to give me a hug and a smile. And I can't stop myself from beaming as Hazel does the same, dropping everything and going to greet him. Like she did for me sometimes, if we weren't still holding a grudge over the fact that Growlithe was better than Sudowoodo or Adventure Time was better than Spongebob.

Thing was with Jace, it was unconditional. And that was what I loved about them - their inability to hate anyone for too long, let alone each other.

I laughed as the man ran away from Hazel's messy grip, only for her to chase him into our bedroom. I could have helped him... but where was the fun in that? No, I wanted in. If Hazel could have a hug, surely there was nothing wrong with me having one too! "Jaaaaaace, stop being such a spoilsport," I chuckled as I bounded after them. "It's only paint! And anyway, I want a hug too~"

This wasn't like every day, although the aftermath of however one of us chose to entertain the girl was always just as hectic as this. But this was more fun for tgat very reason. So was life in general. And, looking back, I'd finally decided that I loved life, loved everything about it, and that it loved me too. Everything was worth it, because I had everything that I ever needed right there with me.

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[jason lee clark]

A nice boyfriend would have stopped my little terror of a sister, I lie she's amazing, from hugging me when there was paint everywhere on her. No... not my boyfriend. He was just as childish at the moment and decided he wanted a hug too. Well, it didn't seem like I was going to get out of this one at the moment. I laughed and ended up in the corner of my room as they both came in. Hazel didn't even hesitate in grabbing around my middle, getting my nice white dress shirt all full of paint. I didn't even care as I bent down to pick her up in the process, laughing while she squealed because I spun her around in the air. ”Don't you guys know the paint is supposed to go on the paper?”

[/b] I laughed but I couldn't be mad at Caleb or Hazel. Chances are if I tried to paint... it would have ended up much worse that what them two were right now.

With Hazel on my side still as I held her there, I went over and wrapped my free arm around Caleb's waist. ”You are so doing my laundry now. And if this paint doesn't come out, I'm gonna... blind you with light.”[/b] I laughed and bent in to give him a quick kiss just because I could. Listening to the ”Ewwww![/b] that came out of my sisters mouth while she wiggled to get down. ”Kissing is gross, guys!”[/b] She said as she ran out of the room, laughing as she did so.

I smirked at Caleb with a laugh. ”Wonder where she got that idea from.”[/b] I said with a grin as I thought back to the first time Caleb and I had gone all the way and how I had originally thought it was gross. I was fairly sure I thought kissing was gross too until Caleb and I started doing it. Now I just had to keep Hazel away from boys, or girls, and then I would be able to keep my innocent little sister for my entire life. Minus twenty or so years that I was older than her by.

I never imagined that I would love walking into a house that my parents weren't in. I was though. Every day I loved coming home because it meant I could see my boyfriend and my little sister. Caleb and I were perfect for each other and I never wanted to be separated from Hazel as long as we were alive. I knew that realistically that wasn't going to happen, but I could hope. I leaned in to give him another kiss. ”I was thinking spaghetti for dinner tonight, that alright with you or did you have something else in mind?”[/b] I asked him with a grin as I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of sweats to change into. I undid my tie and took off my paint covered shirt to throw one that said 'I like cats' on it before I yelled to Hazel. ”Pumpkin go start the bath! You need to get clean before dinner!”[/b]
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[caleb andrew winston]

I was pretty sure that Jason knew he was a goner by the time he actually got to the bedroom. Because, my word, as I'd taken about three steps into the room, he was already spinning the little girl around in the air, her squeals of laughter something that I'd grown nearly accustomed to, but still absolutely loved all the same. It reminded me that, although she'd had a rough start in life, she was alive in every sense of the word. She still found reasons to smile, to joke, to be happy. And even though I knew she was still only young, that she probably didn't even remember what had happened other than what we told her, it was still a huge encouragement.

It was showing us that we were doing things right, and that was more than I could ever have wanted for her.

Once Hazel had latched onto her older brother's side, I jumped in for my hug (on the other side, mind. I didn't want to squish the girl). Just in time to hear Jace's question actually. I was fully aware that paint was supposed to go on paper, but where on earth was the fun in that? There were walls (spray painting), there were windows (like in primary school) - why weren't people an acceptable canvas? I honestly didn't understand. Weeeell. I knew that," I snickered lightly, "But Hazel here had other ideas. Good on her, actually. Paper is booooring." I could, out of the corner of my eye, Hazel shaking her head and miming zipping her lips, but I just poked my tongue out at her. If I was going down, she was coming with me.

Ugh, laundry. I hated it, and I was pretty sure that Jason knew that as he told me that I as doing his. I guess I deserved it, though - I had, in effect, started the little fight that'd happened while he was gone. But still, it wasn't that great. I'd take blinding with light over that. "Ooh, scary~" I muttered, laughing lightly as our faces got closer and our lips met. "I'm quite clearly fearing for my life over here."

Hazel's shrill little voice made me jump back a bit, but I laughed all the same at Jason's accompanying comment. Here stood in front of me the two most innocent people I had ever met. I was pretty sure that Jason didn't even know what the whole deal with kissing and sex was before he met me. And I was being asked where Hazel had gotten that from? Well, there was no thinking involved with that one, really. "Hmm, now let me think," I said teasingly under my breath, as Hazel hurtled out of the room. I just hoped that she'd stay that way for as long as she could. She was a child, and she was the best that way.

I sneaked another quick kiss, and then pushed a hand through my slightly curly hair as Jason started to get changed. "Sounds good," I said to him casually, a grin stretching my lips as I started a half hearted search for my hair straighteners. "Are you gonna cook it? Because if I do then I'll have to shower and just ugh." Besides, Hazel needed a bath. And badly, which was kind of my fault, but I wasn't one to point the finger. Especially not at myself, because that kind of defeated the purpose. But then, I would do whatever Jason didn't. I still needed to clean up the kitchen.

"You do know that she's not gonna listen, right love?" I said to him as he called out for Hazel to start a bath. She was four - she hated washing almost as much as I did. Being clean was boring; that seemed to have been one thing she'd gotten from me. As well as the artistic side. She was already surprisingly good at that. And then I remembered. "Oh! By the way, she painted you a picture. It's the cutest thing ever, I swear."

Well. Other than a Growlithe.

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[jason lee clark]

You see those television couples on different shows and as a child, you wish for something like that to come to you when you're older. I never really did. I didn't really think about being with someone until Caleb came. Being gay was who I was. I knew that. But being with Caleb... falling in love with him and raising my little sister as our own. That was television material and I knew I was so lucky to have them both.

Caleb did need to shower and I knew that. I didn't mind cooking spaghetti, there really wasn't much to it. So I smiled after I finished getting changed and watched as Caleb looked around for something. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck with a smile. "How about you go give Hazel a bath while you clean up as well. I'll take care of the mess in the kitchen and I'll start making dinner. But you are so going to owe me for cleaning up your mess."

[/b] I told him but he knew it wasn't like I actually meant it. Him owing me was probably going to be snuggling tonight. Even though most nights we snuggle.

As for Hazel not listening... yeah I figured as much of course. But eventually, if I told her things like that often, she'd start listening. Plus, Caleb just had to know the tricks. I smirked before calling out to her again. "If you go start the water, we'll have ice cream after dinner tonight!"[/b] After I said it, I waited a few seconds before hearing the water running. Then I kissed Caleb again. "She's more like me than what's good for her."[/b] I laughed.

She painted me a picture? That was so adorable. The smile on my face showed how awesome I thought that was as my tongue poked out between my lips during the smile. "She's so adorable. I can't wait to see it."[/b] I said but I didn't make any indication that I was going to move. I kept my arms around Caleb, with our bodies close. I missed him when we weren't together.
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[caleb andrew winston]

I'd always convinced myself that I wasn't going to experience the happy ever after that I'd always heard about in books and on TV. Why did I have any reason to? I was me - with flaws, shortcomings and more emotional baggage than a lot of people could carry. Hell, I couldn't even carry most of it, and it was mine. Besides, I wasn't really the type to seek out relationships with people. No, I was a bit too fast moving and a bit too intent on living the life that I had to the full, no matter how long it was going to last. I was too reckless, too ready to give up everything for one person. I needed to calm down a bit. But that, of course never happened.

However, here I was. And, granted, this wasn't the happily ever after that most people might call to mind when they hear the phrase. It didn't involve a castle or me becoming royalty or anything like that. But if I was honest? It was so much better because of that. Before, I'd been terrified of ever having to do half of the things that I was doing now. Work, take care of a family -be a grown up. I'd wanted to stay young and foolish forever, but that was impossible. I was so scared of what might have happened. But after a while, it became normal. It became wonderful. It became life itself.

As the little girl hurried out of the room, her blonde hair trailing its ribbons in her wake, I couldn't help but smile after her. She reminded me a lot of me when I was her age, but with the added charm and kindness of her older brother. In fact, she was probably a lot more like her older brother than me, but there were times that I saw myself in her. I just hoped that nothing would go wrong for her more than it already had. Losing your parents so early in life, when you need them the most, is probably the worst thing that can happen to you. I prayed that she'd never have to experience anything like that again.

"...Fun." I muttered almost sarcastically. Not quite, but almost there. Even though being clean was better than... not... giving Hazel a bath would be easier said than done. She was still a kid, and hated baths as much as the next person did. I was going to end up completely drenched. Not that that was a bad thing - I needed to have a wash myself, but still. It was the principle of it that I didn't like.

A few things came into my head when Jason said I owed him. A few bad things, actually, I knew how Jason meant it, he meant it like he always did, but I couldn't help but think that it sounded awfully dirty. Not that I was complaining, of course. Nope, never. I couldn't complain, not really. "I can think of a few ways that I can do that, so it's all good," I responded, with a cheeky grin and a wiggle of my eyebrows. Honestly, I wondered if he'd actually meant what I had as subtext.

Which was... actually quite possible.

All it took was a few words, and the tap suddenly sounded from the bathroom, the rushing sound of water filling the air faintly. Jason was right, she really was too much like him for it to be healthy. Then again, Jason had a way with that sort of thing. He probably could have gotten me to do more than that if he promised ice cream afterwards. "I think it's cute," I chimed merrily, snaking my mostly dry arms around his middle as he kissed me. "Means I've basically got two of you, which is nice."

I nodded in agreement - she really was adorable. I loved the kid to pieces, and I wasn't even going to try and deny that. True, I loved most kids, but there was just something about this one that brought a smile to my face. Maybe it was because we'd actually raised her, instead of me being a brother to a kid that might as well have been my son. I still loved Joe to bits; he was sixteen now though, not really the same as having a real child running around.

"She gets it from you," I murmured, grinning as I saw that smile, the smile that had become one of the many things that I lived for. Every time I saw that smile, it was almost as if I'd fallen in love all over again. It was the type of smile that you could see every day for all eternity and never, ever get tired of. "I'm pretty sure she'll mention it to you soon enough. I just thought I'd be nice and let you know about it." That, and the fact that I wanted to take the edge off of the state of the kitchen. Maybe if he was sidetracked by Hazel's painting, it wouldn't look so bad.

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[jason lee clark]

I laughed at Caleb when he wagged his eyebrows. Okay. So maybe I meant it in that way too... but he was just cute for saying it. Hopefully the ice cream after dinner wouldn't keep Hazel up for too long and we could get her to bed. I didn't think it was that big of a deal since she was like me in that aspect as well. Once the sun was down, so were we. Although over the years I've been able to get past that and do things at night. She was still young. She'd be out by ten and then Caleb and I could have alone time. I liked Caleb alone time. Very much. "I'm sure you can."

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Two of me? I wasn't quite sure it was that bad... us being alike and all. It wasn't like I had her. I was just the one that was related. Sometimes it's easy to forget about that and just assume she's so much like me for a reason. I just couldn't wait to start teaching her light borea things. That was when being an older brother/guardian was going to be extremely fun.

"I was thinking maybe this weekend we could get one of our friends to watch her and we could get out for a night. Just the two of us."[/b] I told him as I smiled. Not that we didn't have our own little room and what not... but it would be nice to get out. Go see a movie, go out to eat. Just go relax and sit in the park and not have to worry about anything for a night. Well... we'd still worry about Hazel. But that wasn't the point.

I smirked and pushed on of my hands into Caleb's hair. It was adorable right now because it wasn't completely straight. I liked his hair no matter what he did to it... but it was just extra cute at the moment. "You better go before she floods the bathroom or something. And you need to get clean too. I'll go start on the kitchen and dinner. And if you behave and get clean for me. Maybe we'll play some pokemon before you make up what you owe me."[/b] I teased as I leaned in to kiss him once more because I couldn't get enough of it. After four plus years of being together... I still wasn't used to anything about him. That's why I loved us.
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[caleb andrew winston]

I was pretty sure he had meant what I was insinuating, because it became quite obvious after I said what I did. And yes, I could. Soooo many ways. In fact, I was kind of frightening myself by thinking so much because of it. I didn't normally think, just did. But recently, I'd quickly come to surprise myself. I was twenty one now - there was rarely a time that I didn't have to think before I did something. And even though that was incredibly hard sometimes, I had to do what I had to do. I was a grown up now - well, not really, but yes really at the same time.

Sometimes looking after a kid was hard. I'm not going to lie, it did get difficult. There was hardly any times that me and Jason could just be... us, rather than "Jason and Caleb and Hazel". That wasn't a problem, really; we both loved Hazel as much as we loved each other, maybe even more so. But it was hard to find moments where we could just be alone together. I missed the alone time sometimes, I really did. And when we got it, it was a serious blessing. It was nice looking after a child, but we needed each other too.

So I nodded when he asked if I wanted to go out, grinning widely. "Mmm," I hummed, nibbling my bottom lip. "That sounds nice." Thing was, who would be okay to watch her? I didn't know why, but I didn't like leaving Hazel with other people. What if something went wrong, or she got hurt or something? It would have to be someone I trusted. More than one if it was possible. I decided we'd cross that bridge when we came to it.

One thing was for certain, though; Bertrand was out of the question.

My hair. Oh, god, I hated it so much. Jason knew that, found it funny even. It wasn't cute when it was curly, like it was now. It was a nuisance, and looked stupid anyway. But it wasn't like Jason minded, clearly not. I hated it, but that didn't seem to matter too much. Still, it was annoying when you were trying to have a moment with someone and it was doing the thing where it decided to be as impossibly curly as possible. It was off putting.

Oh, god, that was right. Hazel was in the bathroom. With a tap running. Did she even know how to turn it off? I knew it was a stupid question, but that didn't stop it from running through my mind for a second. Ugh, and I still needed to get myself clean, never mind Hazel. I forced my lips into a funnel and blew cool air up my face, before leaning in to kiss Jason again quickly. The promise of Pokémon was enough to keep me happy, though. I liked that a lot. "Yaaaaaaay~" I almost sang as I bounded through to the bathroom, but not before brushing my lips against his cheek lightly. "Love you."

And that, although it might have seemed so, was not just a passing comment. I really did love Jason. Everything about him and the life we had now was perfect to me.

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[jason lee clark]

Oh how they both were so easy to manipulate for them to do thing I needed or wanted them to. I thought that was why they were so much cuter to me. I knew the little things that made them tick that would make them do things they didn't like. I loved them a little more for those little things, of course. Like how Caleb loved Pokemon and Hazel loved sweets. Then again. Hazel liked pokemon too and Caleb liked sweets as well so really I could use anything to get them both to do something. It was pretty simple, really.

But I watched him go to the bathroom with a smile on my face as I went to the kitchen instead. I don't think I got a good look at the mess there before now. It was... horrible. I was focusing more on them before than I was the kitchen. Caleb was going to owe me big time. Some of the paint was still wet, so I raised my hand above the table and wet paint and dried it quickly with a burst of light. At least that made things easier. I then grabbed a few wash clothes and started scrubbing the paint. I hadn't even noticed the picture until after things were almost half cleaned up. It was a sudowoodo. My smile was huge when I saw that and couldn't wait to thank Hazel for it.

After the mess was cleaned up. I heard the water finally shut off and knew that I didn't have very much time before they were going to be coming out fairly soon. When they both were dressed of course. I set the two paintings on the table and started making the spaghetti. I started frying up the burger and got the sauce out while the noodles were boiling. Five years ago... I wouldn't even have known what to put the water in so could boil noodles. Now I made dinner almost every night. When Caleb didn't want to, of course.

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