Mark and Luke rolled across Luke's bedroom floor, throwing punches and kicks. Everyone once in awhile they would run into the bed or a dresser, knocking stuff over but still continuing their brawl. Their rolling around and the choice words they yelled could be heard all through the house. Luke's mom was outside talking with the neighbors, while Ethan was finishing his newspaper from this morning. When Ethan heard the ruckus, he sprinted up the stairs, down the hall, and stopped in the doorway of the bedroom. He couldn't help but gawk for a moment at the conjoined boys tussle.
Quickly coming back to his senses, Ethan jumped into action. He came to the pair's heads and pined their arms down with his own. "Boy! What the heck is going on?!"
Mark and Luke were breathing heavily as they struggled for a few moments against Ethan's arms. They were battered and bruised pretty good. Mark's left eye was starting to turn black and blue. His arms and legs ached and bled a little from a few minor scrapes. Luke had a bruise forming in on his right cheek while blood slowly started to piddle down the side of his face from a good sized gash. Mark and rammed Luke's head into the corner of the dresser.
Mark and Luke stared daggers at each other for a few seconds before they averted their gaze to anywhere but each other. Ethan asked questions again. "What the heck happened here? Why were you two fighting like that?" He didn't release his grip on the boys' arms for fear of them starting all over again. "I have never seen you guys fight like that before... NEVER. What was it about? Is it about a girl? About homework? Did Max do something?"
"No!" Mark quickly answered. "It had nothing to do with Max."
Luke rolled his eyes. Their fight was pretty much set in motion thanks to Max. Luke glanced at the clock hanging on the wall; it has now officially been 2 hours since they had put on the stupid suit. "It was nothing Dad." Luke said trying to hide his rage. "Just a stupid fight."
"Yeah, I'm sure it was just a stupid fight. All the fights you guys have are about stupid stuff." Ethan obviously didn't buy it. He had also noticed Luke roll his eyes and look at the clock. Trying to figure out what this was about, he made a stab at the dark. "Is Max in some kind of trouble? Is it drugs?"
"No!" Mark sounded almost offended. "Max would never be in that kind of stuff."
"Then what is it about?!" Ethan pressed.
"Nothing Dad. It was nothing important now." Luke answered. "Can you let us get up now? We have to get ready for bed."
"Let you up? I don't think I can leave you two alone with the way you guys were fighting." Ethan said, concern written all over his face. Finally though, he released them from his hold. He wasn't getting anywhere shooting them questions. Saying it more kindly now. "If you guys need to talk, you know you can always come to me or Luke's Mom. Or if not us, talk with your parent's Mark." Hesitantly, Ethan left their room and headed back downstairs to obviously talk with Susan, his wife. He left the joined boys laying on the floor; still breathing heavily and still refusing to acknowledge each other.