TROUBLE

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Whoever said having older brothers can be blessing because they are loving and supportive. They lied.

Having 4. Yes FOUR. Older brothers is definitely a curse. Don't get me wrong I love them, they have been there for me through everything. But damn, I can't catch a breath without them breathing down my neck.

I mean seriously.

I talk to a boy. They got something to say.

I leave the house they have to know my whereabouts at any given time. I have become somewhat better at sneaking out.

I go to party. Yep nope can't do that either, unless I have protection. Getting past them is like breaking into Fort Knox.

I obviously find a way. But that can be our little secret.

I grew up without a mother. I grew up with no female role model in my life. It's been just my dad. He always said he would never find love again because he directed all of his love towards his children. I want my papa happy regardless.

I never found out what happened with my mom. It's kinda like a sore subject in my house. I've always come to the conclusion that I didn't need her around.

"Cy, hurry the fuck up I need to get to school!!" I shout from the bottom of the stairs.

"Language tesoro." My papa shouts through his office door, I didn't think he was home, guess who will get her ass handed to her later for that one?

The answer is obviously me. 

I hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and a sleepy Camden comes into my line of sight.

Cyrus Armano Saldaro, 19, my twin brother. With his darkish blonde hair and brown eyes. We are both enrolled at Columbia University in New York. He takes business to follow in the footsteps of my papa and eldest brother. Whereas as I take Languages and Linguistics with a minor in business studies.

I smile brightly at my grimacing brother, who looks like he has just woken up, throwing on a pair of dark joggers and a hoodie.

"Good morning fratello, ready for a wonderful morning at college learning something new." I hand him his car keys and a cup of coffee.

"I hate you." He unlocks his matte black Ferrari. "And I love you too." I blow him a kiss and throw my head back in laughter.

He loves me really.

"Hey pretty girl." My friend, Astra asks as we get closer to our little group. I wave at the rest of our friends. Cyrus and I have a blended group of friends, I am always around Cyrus because of how protective he is, so it happened but they are genuinely really great people. The girls are Astra, Cameron and I, but the others include: Grayson and Elias.

I look down at my watch and realise I only have 7 minutes to my lecture. "I gotta go Cy, Eli let's go."

"Call me once you've finished." I salute him and he sends me a glare, but has a small smile on his face. "Chill you shit."

"I seriously hate you." He hugs me while playfully glaring at me.

The brotherly love is in the air people.

I hug Astra, waving to the boys and walk with Elias towards our lecture, we both take languages. I love the course. I grew up speaking a few languages, and then taking different languages throughout high school it just grew to love it. I speak English, Italian, Spanish, French, German and some Russian. I understand a lot more. All in all I think I speak and understand 9 languages to some degree.