Peter

Chapter 10

I'm surprised. I really shouldn't be, but I still am. I've been in the same house for a little over a year and they still haven't found me. To be fair, for the past year, Kingsley and I have been all over the place. Volenteering at homeless shelters, doing gigs at schools, and competing in about a hundred shows, beating Chris every time we see each other. I have a total of 63 blue ribbons, 17 gold medals, 2 first place trophies, and the other 18 are an assortment of seconds and thirds. Kingsley likes to keep them in a corner of his room, I even helped him paint it a different color then the rest of the walls.

I haven't really left the house this month. Kingsley and I aren't entered in any shows, and Taylor does all off the grocery shopping. The only time I've left is a weekly visit to the gym for training. I don't even want to do that.

Something shook my shoulder. I tried to roll away but rolled the wrong way and fell off the bed. Someone above me started laughing.

"Real funny Taylor." I sat up, rubbing my back. That hurt like a bitch! He shook his head at me.

"You officially hold the record for worst beginning of a birthday."

"Hopefully this is worst part of it." I rolled my eyes and woke Kingsley. I yawned and made my way downstairs. I stopped in my tracks.

"Gran!" I ran and hugged Gran. She came to a lot of my competitions. We really bonded. She's like a mom to me. I stood up straight. "Mr. Woods." I hadn't seen him after the first time I met him. He nodded at me.

"Hey sweetie! Happy Birthday!" Gran handed me a card. I opened the envelope and pulled out a card with a cute little puppy wearing a tiara sitting behind a birthday cake. I opened the card.

Happy Birthday Princess! It said. I looked down to the handwriting beneath it. I hope you enjoy your birthday. And we hope you enjoy living with us more. XOXO Gran and Mr. Woods.

I looked up from the card, looking at Gran and Mr. Woods, then back at Taylor, then back to the card.

"I'm coming to live with you?" I asked Gran. She nodded. I looked at Taylor again, then back to Gran. "OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!! THIS IS SO AWESOME!!!!" I ran and hugged Gran. she laughed and hugged me back. "When are we leaving? Where do you live? How will we get there? Kingsley's coming right?" I rambled quickly.

"Honey calm down." She looked at the shocked faces of the boys then smirked. "Today, upstate New York, car, and yes, I couldn't bear to separate you two." We broke down laughing. The guys had the exact same confused look on their faces. We high-fived and then went upstairs to pack.

It only took an hour or so to pack with the three of us, Gran, Kingsley, and me, packing. We loaded up their car and Taylor's with my stuff. He was gonna stay there for a day or two then come back.

I sat in the car with the Woods as we pulled up to the border. I zoned out and started thinking. I remembered Taylor's conversation on the phone with Detective Fulton. It hit me like a truck, I was going to live next door to my brother. I held back tears as the border guy asked me a question. We passed into America and I smiled out the window. I imagined what my twin was like for the rest of the way there. I barely noticed when we pulled into the driveway.

I stepped out of the car, stretching my muscles. I took Kingsley into the house along with the stuff I had in the backseat with me. I stepped into the house and let Kingsley wander. Gran showed me my room and I put the stuff I had in my arms on the bed. Unpacking took much longer then packing. I had to put things into drawers and rearrange everything, especially in Kingsley's room, which was right next to mine.

I woke up the next morning pretty early. The sun was just barely rising. I walked into Kingsley's room. He wasn't there. Oh gosh. I ran from room to room quietly, the others weren't awake yet. Kingsley wasn't anywhere. I changed from my pjs into jean shorts and a baggy white t-shirt. I tucked the gun Mr. Woods gave me a while back into my belt. I hid it with my shirt then slipped on a pair of shoes. I ran out the back door and into the fields behind their house.