Evan sighed as he left his new home. It was still weird having a whole family, but he didn't mind that much. His stepfather was funny, and Jeremy was an excellent brother, though he spent most of his time with Michael either in his room or the other boys basement. Ideas and opinions continued to swirl through his head until he reached the Mell household. Anxiously he knocked on the door, suddenly feeling a familiar swell of panic as it opened.

"You must be Evan, come in darling. Jeremy is in the basement with Michael," a kind faced woman says in greeting.

Evan relaxed a little at the prospecting of getting Jeremy and getting out, home in time for dinner. "Thanks Miss Mell!" He says hurriedly, bounding down the basement steps.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs he was greeted by an odd scent he'd smelled before. It reminded him of Connor. Evan gasped, his eyes widening.

"JEREMY IS THAT A WEED?" He yelled, interrupting the make-out session going on. Michael fell backwards in shock, readjusting his glasses to see Evan.

Jeremy stared dumbfounded at his brother for a moment before replying in a monotone voice, "no, this is a crayon."

"I'M CALLING THE POLICE!!" Evan wailed, running to the corner.

He typed in the numbers 911 into a microwave despite Jeremy's protests and Michael's mumble of "hey my hot pockets!"

"Hello, this is 911 what's your emergency?" A smooth voice said from the appliance.

Jeremy and Michael's jaws dropped.

Then Evan starfished up the stairs and went home the end.