Twitterpated

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aiden

"Have you heard the news? We have new neighbours moving in nextdoor"

"really? ooo they better be good-looking"

"oh my god Sarah, you're always thinking with your boobs. Jeez"

"You're just mad you can't get any"

Aiden may or may not have been eavesdropping. Not on purpose anyway.

Technically, he was asleep until  Sarah and Kelsey— the two noisy twins from over the road— started gossiping seriously loud, to the point where he woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep.

After the twins went silent, Aiden found himself staring up at the ceiling, his brain reeling.

New neighbours?

His mom would probably invite them over for lunch or dinner, as a 'good neighbor would'

She loved making friends, which Aiden considered to be 'weird as fuck' (his words) considering she gave birth to an antisocial idiot for a son.' (Again, his words)

Running his hand through his hair, he shrugged the thoughts off and got out of bed.

Whatever, new neighbours or no neighbours at all, it didn't really make a difference to him. The world would continue spinning regardless.

A few minutes later he found himself in the shower, sighing in content as the hot water cascaded down his body. And for a while he stayed there, soaking in the sound of water spraying from the shower head mixed with the sound of his own steady breaths.

Deciding that he spent long enough in the bathroom, he got out and changed into some clean clothes.

Walking down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a yellow sweatshirt Aiden never remembered buying, he lazily strolled down the stairs, the smell of pancakes invading his nostrils.

He tilted his head to the side as he leaned against the frame of the kitchen entrance, watching his mom flip pancakes at the stove and his dad scroll through his phone.

After a few seconds of him just zoning out, his mother noticed his arrival, turning to grin at him, as she gestured for him to take a seat at the island.

Smiling slightly, he gave her a peck on the cheek, and patted his dad's shoulder as he passed.

Before Aiden was able to sit, the doorbell rang, the loud sound making him cringe and his head pulsate.

Fuck, I shouldn't have stayed up so late last night

"Aiden can you check who that is" his mother asked, her back turned as she worked at the stove.

Rolling his eyes slightly, he walked down the hall and yanked the door open, face blank as he came face to face with his brother

Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the door frame.

"Look what the cat dragged in"

"Cat? You know I'm more of a dog person" Asher Fredericks grinned back, as he shrugged his backpack of his shoulder and passed Aiden to get inside.

Aiden rolled his eyes, kicking the door closed with his foot and following his brother to the kitchen.

"Why'd you knock?"

"Cause I knew you'd open the door" Asher grinned down at his brother.

Aiden rolled his eyes once more, taking a seat at the island and stealing a sip of his dad's coffee.

"Aw c'mon Aidy, don't look so glum"

"Fuck you" he whispered back when his parents weren't looking.

Ash rolled his green eyes as he gave his mom and dad a quick 'morning', taking a seat next to his brother at the island.

It was painfully obvious just how different Aiden and Asher were. Not just in terms of appearance, but also in terms of personalities and  social circles.

While Aiden preferred staying in bed all day and hanging out with his five person friend group, Asher was an extroverted happy go lucky adrenaline junky with a shit ton of friends and half the student body of their school as his fans. Not only was Asher blessed with athletic abilities, but he was also a natural charmer and sweet talker.

Frowning, Aiden shook his head. He couldn't imagine ever being like his brother. Being extroverted must have been tiring.

After his mom finally took her seat,  they began eating.

He didn't hesitate to start piling pancakes on his plate.

He was going to finish this and go back to fucking bed. Staying awake be damned.

Fifteen minutes and two cups of orange juice later, Aiden dragged his ass to the sink and threw (but not really ) his dishes in the sink and made his way up the stairs.

"Aiden, before you go to your room, your father needs you two's help"

Pausing on the steps, he swallowed down the groan he so badly wanted to let out and slowly turned around and made his way back downstairs.

"What are we needed for" Asher asked, dimples on display as he grinned at their parents.

"You and your brother needs to help your father repaint the house" Their mom flicked Asher's forehead as she placed her dirty dishes into the sink.

"Mom come on. It's the weekend" Aiden muttered, massaging his temple.

"Okay and?" his mother gave him a deadpan look and he sighed, shoulder sagging in defeat.

Spending the day outside in the sun while painting their house with their dad was seriously not how he had planned to spend his day.

"Lemme go change first" Aiden turned around and slowly made his way up the stairs, grumbling all the way to his room because there was no way in hell he was going to have paint splattered on his clothes.

He searched through his closet and came across an old pair of sweats and an old sweatshirt with a few holes in it.

Whatever

He quickly changed into it and made his way back downstairs.

"Well let's get painting" Simon, their father grinned

He followed his dad and Asher outside and grabbed a brush, dipping it into the can of paint before brushing it into the wall.

Sighing, he got to work, cursing the world in his head.

I should've stayed in my room.