Then Jesus came with them to a place called Gethsemane. ~Mathew 26: 36

Maybe there was a reason we were all brought together. It's not like we were anything alike. A jock, a Ray Charles II, and a depressed kid. Not much in common.

One of us had a long history of leukemia. They were strong though; they pulled through. Still, none of us were ever really the same after that.

The other was blind. That one's pretty self-explanatory.

The other of us just hid under a sheet. You know who I'm talking about; the quiet one who always sits in the back corners, reading instead of talking.

Didn't make much sense that we were all so close.

Except one thing.

Our parents were all dead.

That seemed to be enough cause for us to collide head on with one another.


I never much believed in that. If I did, then there wouldn't be much worth living for, considering how crappy my life had been going so far.


Maybe He was the one behind our unorthodox family. Maybe there really was a purpose for all of this.

Didn't really matter what it was though; our differences never really mattered. Because we all had something else; one huge, big thing, in common.

We were brothers.

And we all lived in our own hells, prevented to be the people we wanted to be by some force of nature. We all knew it was going to end badly, but kept going anyway, kept living despite the fact we were all somehow about to die in one form or another.

We knew our endings. We knew they would be bad.

Didn't once stop us.

Kind of like Jesus.

In a little place called Gethsemane.

A/N: Seriously, you guys don't have to review if you don't want to. This is just a basic intro for what I have in mind for this story. Also, sorry I don't update very frequently, but my schedule is packed to the limits right now. But I shall strive to do my best to keep up an acceptable pace! Plus summer vacation's almost here so I should be getting a little more time soon. :)