Chuck is everything to me. If something would happen to him, I really don't know how could I support it. I could do anything for him. He just has to ask, looking at me with his beautiful brown eyes, I will do it. And he knows it perfectly. But I know he would do the exact same thing for me. We both know we are here for each other, because we've always have in the past. No matter what have happened, it seems like it has always been him and me against the rest of the world.
"Always and forever", he promised.
I love to be rich, but not as much as Chuck does. Sometimes, I like to do things that Chuck would never considered doing, because he thinks it's poor things to do. He just doesn't understand why I don't enjoy it like he does. The fact is that I do, but he don't get it. For example, I can make my breakfast myself, in fact it's the only way I eat a breakfast, if it was made by me. Chuck always order room-service, or a cook, or anyone but him. If I want room-service, I can use it but I just don't see the point of it. Other example, I often use my bike to travel in New York. It's easier for traffic, makes me do some sport, and don't cost me a dollar. Chuck can't understand why I do that when we have private limo and driver at our dispositions every day and every night. That's what I'm trying to explain, Chuck always have to spent money, one because he loves it and have it, two because he can't do anything himself. (the first one make the second one more true). But I'm someone who likes to take care of his life himself. I like all this stuff, this "poor" stuff as Chuck says. I love my brother, but sometimes we just don't completely agree on everything.
The one thing we disagree on more than money and why I choose to live "poorly", is Bart, our father. Chuck doesn't like him so much, but he still would like his attention and love. I don't, I never had, I never will. Nobody hates Bart Bass like I do. He makes Chuck weak, because when he ask something my brother will do it immediately. He'll do anything to be a little more important in Bart's life, and that's the one thing in my life I can't stand about Chuck. Why is it so important for Chuck to be a part of Bart's life? This men never loved us, raised us, played with us.. Did you notice, Chuck and I both call him "Bart", because he isn't close enough to us to call him "dad". Picturing me calling Bart "dad" just makes me dizzy and sick.