Write me a story about a pair of brothers , where the older had a lot of promise , but now its up to the younger for whatever reason .

I opened and closed the front door as quietly as I could and removed my shoes to lessen the noise. *Maybe they wo n't care that it's past curfew. * And there was a good chance that they would n't, but that was before Cam's accident. As if on cue, the living room light turned on and illuminated my dad with his arms crossed. 
 
 `` Where were you? Do you realize that it's two in the morning?'' 
 
 `` Yes I *realize, * I was just trying to-'' 
 
 `` No no no, you were just trying to play it off like you were n't just with your moron friends getting high at two in the goddamn morning!'' I felt my temper rise with his. 
 
 `` You could n't give less of a shit before!'' I protested loudly. My mom walked down the stairs in her robe with rollers in her hair. I guess I protested too loudly. 
 
 `` What's going on down here?'' she asked groggily. 
 
 `` Casen was trying to sneak in after a long night of smoking pot,'' spat my dad. Mom looked at me sadly and I could practically see her hope for me wilt. My heart cracked. I knew she was still upset because of Cam's accident and this incident was n't going to make her feel any better about my potential. 
 
 `` Honey, why ca n't you be more like your brother?'' she choked out. A stream of tears was steadily flowing down her tired face, but she kept her composure and continued to maintain eye contact with me. Her eyes demanded an answer, but I did n't have one. How could she expect *me* to be like *him? * We were polar opposites. He had short, spiked blonde hair, I had long black hair. Everyone liked him, and I was lucky to have five different people talk to me in one day. The only difference that could possibly be to my advantage was that I had a 3.8 GPA, and took all AP classes, while Cameron was in all remedial classes with a high 2.6. 
 
 `` Answer your mother's question, stoner!'' cut in my dad. My string of thoughts snapped, but I retained one thing: I could never be like my brother, even if I wanted to be. 
 
 `` If you wanted a son like Cameron, maybe you should've paid more attention to his partying than mine!'' My mom gasped, and that's when she completely lost it. 
 
 `` Your life is as much of a mistake as your name!'' she cried from my dad's embrace. Well, she might be right about that one. My name was supposed to be Case*y, * but the idiot doctor wrote it down as Case*n*, like a misspelling of the chemical, and people were forever referring to me as cheese boy. 
 
 `` Guys, stop,'' called a voice from up the stairs. We all turned to face Cameron. `` He's right. I should've been more careful about my drinking at parties, and you should've been more strict when I broke curfew.'' My dad released my mom and put his hands on his hips. Perfect yelling posture. *Is he actually gon na let Cameron have it? * 
 
 `` Cameron, *we* are not in control of your drinking. We're sorry you ca n't join us down here since the ramp has n't been installed yet, but *you're* the one who threw that football scholarship away for some drinks and a party.'' 
 
 `` This is n't even about me, Dad. This is about Casen. Just like you were n't in control of my drinking, you're not in control of his smoking. If he's doing well in school, his job, and whatever clubs he's in, why does it matter what he does?'' 
 
 `` It matters because I do n't want two crippled sons.'' You could hear a pin drop. 
 
 `` Dad, obviously I'm not gon na get a football scholarship, I mean look at me,'' I cautiously broke in. I stood at a solid 5'8'' and 130 pounds after eating a big meal. My dad turned to face me and his face... softened? 
 
 `` And I do n't want you to. I just want you to be smart and successful. No one knows the long term effects of that stuff, I do n't want it to screw your head up for the rest of your life.'' 
 
 `` Okay, Dad, but Cam and I have been nothing alike our whole lives, so why are you guys suddenly expecting me to take his place?'' 
 
 `` They want to be proud of someone,'' sighed Cameron. `` And that's definitely not going to be me.''
