Brotherly love

Cival War

Oliver- 16
Alex- 13

Ryley's pov

I like to think I'm a patient guy. I can't say I've never yelled at my brothers, but I don't lose my temper very often.

That was until my brothers started a civil war between themselves.

All week, I've said these five phrases more times than I can count

"Boys!"
"Stop!"
"Oliver Scott!"
"Alexander!"
"Go to your room."

I feel like I'm on loop. It's enough to drive a man crazy.

I don't know what I did to be trapped inside of this personal hell, but I repent, dammit!

I told them that the next time I have to break them up, I'm wearing them out.

"You little shit!" I hear Oliver's muffled yell.

I sigh heavily and push away from my desk. I half jog down the stairs and immediately see what the issue is. Ollie's charger lays mangled on the table. The table that Oliver currently has Alex pinned next to.

"Oliver, get off your brother, now." I said sternly, walking fully into the living room.

"Look what he did!" He protests, wildly gesturing towards the cord.

"Don't care. Get off." I ordered harsher.

"But -"

"One."

"He started it!"

"Two."

"Urgh! Fine!" He yelled, loosening the grip he had on our kid brother.

Alex makes a dramatic gasp and sits up off the floor. I say "dramatic" lightly. His face was smooshed into the carpet, but it was obviously done for sympathy.

"Tell me, calmly, what happened." I said to the room. "He cut my charger." Oliver growled. "Only because he took my headphones, and BROKE them!" Alex whined loudly.

"Then you're both using your allowance to replace what you broke." I said firmly. They both groaned and complained loudly. "No. I don't want to hear it. You broke each other's stuff, and you replace it." I denied.

I got two angry grumbles back but decided to take it as a win. "I told y'all that if I had to break you up again, I'd break your backsides." I scolded. "Ryley." Alex whined. "Nuh uh." I shook my head at him and his puppy eyes. "This is stupid." Oliver muttered. "It is stupid. It's stupid that I have to constantly pull you off your baby brother. From what I've been hearing, YOU have been the one to start half of this shit." I scolded harshly.

"He keeps ruining all my stuff!" Oliver whined. "And what do you call what you did to his things?" I asked darkly. "Borrowing." He shrugged pathetically, like he didn't believe the lie himself.

"If this is what you call borrowing, I sure am glad I haven't let you borrow my car." I said sarcastically.

"You're always on his side." Oliver mumbled. "I'm not on either of your sides. This is ridiculous. And it stops now. Both of you over the couch." I ordered sternly, moving to grab the paddle.

They both let out little grumbles but obey.

I move behind them, tapping the paddle against my own thigh. I'll let them keep their jeans up, this is more of a warning to knock it off than an actual punishment.

I want them to fix this between themselves.

"You're both getting ten, then I want you to apologize to each other and go your separate ways until you can get along." I sighed. "Yes, sir." Alex squeaked out, and Oliver gave a stubborn nod.