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Next Gen: Self Esteem Issues

Note:The twins are 13 years/ Alexa is 8 years/ Niko is 3 years

Brendan sat sulking, after being in a heated argument with his parents. He was sitting on the steps to his shared attic room. His head was in his hands, leaning over on his knees.

"Hmph, I don't get why they think they're so special - I mean..." Brendan sighed in defeat, "Actually... I do." He turned to his stuffed fox on his knees, "Maxy is talented at everything and is achieving so much at so lil'. Lexy is part of this whole prophecy thing, and Niko - well - he's only a baby and yet he's showing how artsy he is... Then there's me."

He lowered his gaze, before picking up the stuffed toy, "Fay, why am I such a fuck up? Everyone in this family is good at something, at least one thing. Me, I'm not good at anything." He let out a small sniffle, lowering his head; he brought the plush toy closer to his chest.

Overhearing everything his 2nd oldest said, John gave a saddened look; he walked towards him, "Bren, c'mon; you're good at plenty."

Brendan parted the fox away from him, looking at it for only a second - considering it spoke -; only to realise his dad sitting next to him, causing him to hide the stuffed fox, "Dad!"

John sat beside him; he raised an eyebrow with a smile, "You know, you don't need to hide it.... I know you've loved that thing since birth? Pretty much like your brother with that dog one."

"She. Dad, Fay is a 'she'." Brendan pouted; he pulled the fox from behind him, keeping hold of her.

John side glanced at his son; a moment of silence passed, before he asked, "So, that with your mother and me.... Was because you think you're not good at anything.... And 'cause you think your brothers and sister are better?"

Brendan went to nod, his thought being interrupted by his dad.

"Because that's all wrong." John looked down as he sighed, "Look, Bren; yeah, all 3 of them are talented or have a reason to be special in their own way, but you're just the same, and you have plenty of talent." He smirked, when Brendan looked at him with a questioning look, "You're more talented than I was.... Am at conning and getting into trouble... At getting what you want. You're one helluva fighter."

John raised an eyebrow and a downward head tilt, still smirking, "from what ya teachers tell me."

He saw Brendan give a small smile, causing himself to give a sweet smile.

"Bren, c'mon; you're talented in your own way.... Your mum and I.... We still love ya." John smirked; he ruffled his son's hair, receiving a laugh, "No matter how much trouble you get into."

Brendan straightened his hair up, while his dad stood up - ruffling his own hair -, "You don't suppose mum is happy about it though? Me being talented at conning and stuff like that?"

"As long as it doesn't get too out of control... and end up risking your life, I'm sure she'll be fine with it... If not, welll," John turned back with raised eyebrows; he bit his lower lip, smirking, "We just won't tell her. Deal?"

Brendan grinned, "Deal."