Enemy's to lovers

Morning

'I woke up to a harsh knock on the door, the sound jolting me almost enough to tip me off the bed. There were so many pillows and plushies stacked on my twin-sized bed that there was barely enough room for me, and it was beginning to become a problem when my forehead nearly cracked itself against the bedside table.

"Mom says you have to get up." My older brother, Nick, said from where he was leaning against my dark green doorframe while Nellie barked at me, almost in concern, before carefully trotting between the piles of clothes on my messy floor to carefully sniff my face before retreating back to Nick's side. I let out a sleep-heavy groan of annoyance before letting myself roll all the way off of my bed into a heap of rebellious mush on the floor. Out of the corner of my tired eye, I saw Nick roll his eyes. He'd always been the more responsible twin, of course he was. He'd had the date we returned to school marked down on his calendar while I simply put it to the back of my mind because once we get to school I won't be able to do whatever I want. Bc I've always been the twin that everyone doesn't like. I get it whatever but it hurts sometimes. I jumped back into reality out of my mind by a yell.

"We're going to be late!" He yelled gently while I lifted myself onto my elbows and rested my chin on them before giving him my most fearsome glare from my spot on the floor. The effect was clearly lost on him, probably because I was on the floor and still half-twisted in my blanket. This was, of course, a travesty.

"Yeah, yeah I heard you." I grumbled, pushing myself to my feet and wriggling out of my blanket before crossing my arms across my chest. This had worked so much better when he wasn't nearly six inches taller than me, the tall gene had seemed to skip me entirely while Nick shined in its glory. That was, however, how it was with everything. Nick shone like the sun and I picked up the scraps of what was left. This family had always needed to have a fuckup, and that gene went straight to me.

Nick left, but didn't shut my door. That fucker, and I can only watch as he almost sprinted down the hallway with Nellie on his heels, Nick had always moved quickly, as if he was trying to outrun something nobody else could see. I always thought he was trying to outrun the reputation I had, or even me entirely. We were opposites in every sense of the word, it seemed. Soon after he left, I trudged down the hallway to the bathroom in my socks before mechanically going through the movements of my morning routine. It scared me, how easily I falled into this again after all the time trying to do anything but this. But here I was, following it step by step like I was a machine programmed for it I wanted to resist, but it was so simple. I numbly brushed my teeth, hastily ran a brush through my long hair and then pulled it back into a messy ponytail. I couldn't care less about what my hair looked like, though when I peered at my reflection I could see blonde roots begin to poke out and show in my blue hair. I didn't look at my reflection for very long before I pulled on the Higgs uniform.

God, I hated that uniform. I didn't like the black blazer, or the constricting red striped tie, or the dress shirt. Truly, it was the worst thing to ever grace my wardrobe, and I grumbled about it as I slid my shoes on.
"You decent?" Nick yelled through the door before barging in without waiting for an answer just as I finished pulling my shoe on. I immediately rolled my eyes at his antics as he elbowed his way in front of the mirror at the small counter to brush his teeth. I elbowed him right back and he let out a slight grunt while we briefly struggled for room. He needed to brush his teeth, and I needed to put on mascara. It had always been like that, ever since I started wearing makeup and he started brushing his teeth last. We always fought each other for room.

Some things always stay the same, no matter how many power struggles we dealt with.

"You done yet fuckface?" I said as I had not only finished my mascara, but my eyeliner too and he was still taking up space. I didn't care if the girls whispered about how much of a slag I was for how much makeup I liked wearing–it was my face, not theirs. If they wanted to be boring, it was on them. And besides, Ben liked it too. That might've been the only other thing that mattered when it came to my face, and even if Ben didn't like a lot of things, I knew that my face would always be one of them.

"You're mean. This is bullying, i'm being harassed." Nick replied sarcastically and was met with another elbow to the side in response as we both squeezed out the door, down the stairs and out our front door. That was also how we'd always done things, because even though we were as alike as the sun and moon, Nick and I were a pair. We had always been Nick and Nova Nelson, even if he'd been becoming more of a shining star recently while I drifted towards becoming the shadow of the moon.

Soon, after walking in amicable silence, we were near the gates of Truham.