When his brothers find a love song that Jack has written about someone in the house, they try to figure who it's meant for.

I don't own four brothers.

The three older brothers stared in shock at the open notebook. Angel had been the one to find it laying on the living room table, and in his defense he had only intended to move it when his eyes had found that first line of the paper and before he'd known it he had read all of it, staring silently until Jerry had taken it from him and then Bobby.

"Wow" Jerry mumbled.

"Yeah" Angel agreed.

Bobby was silent, something very strange in itself.

"Who do you think he means?"

"Me obviously" Bobby and Angel both spoke at the same time, then proceeded to glare at each other.

"Hey what about me?" Jerry asked, sounding very insulted at not being in consideration even.

"No offense Jerry, but Jack is an artist. He appreciates someone who cares what they look like" Angel flexed a little to prove his point.

"Really? Cause I think he would prefer someone who can give him a stable home" Jerry pointed to himself.

"Bullshit. It's obvious it's me. The kid looks up to me, always has. He knows I'd do anything for him. I'd kill for him, I'd die for him. He knows that".

"What are you guys doing?" Jack's voice cut through the tense silence that had followed Bobby's statement. "Oh good, thought I had left it at school". He took the notebook from Bobby's grip and started up the stairs again.

"Er Jack, we're sorry but we, eh happened to read some of it and we were wondering what, or I mean who you were writing about"

"In the song" Angel clarified when Jerry stopped talking altogether to stare silently at his shoes.

"Song?" Jack's brow furrowed and he glanced down at the open page. "Oh" he laughed. "I was bored during math so I wrote a tribute to my guitar". He shrugged and then continued up the stairs, leaving his three brothers in the living room.

Silly I know haha.