We're Not Linking! (MxM)

Chapter 1

Nachum's POV

"You're freaking hilarious! HAH!" My twin, Penelope Lee Jackson, snorted. She twirled her fork around and pointed the tip at my face in a ridiculous manner. Her morning rolls. Delicious, but she's not a freak to talk with her mouth full. She brushed her curly brown hair back as it fell back down to her shoulders. She let her hazel eyes shimmer as it closed halfway from the bottom pair of eyelids.

I eyed her with a snarl. My nostrils flared at her spitting like it was some traditional slime-ing at Nickelodeon–except it was in our own home. I love my sister enough to kill myself for her, but sometimes, she's out of it. I, Nachum Valerie Jackson, am slightly germaphobic. Fuck right. I have a female middle name like you would get some poopoo peepee as a nickname.

Anyways, as I was saying, her outsiness ain't my groove. In any case, I was the more refined twin who takes care of the other stuff while mom's out working her head into a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle. However, sis is the one who cooks like the queen she is.

"Shut the fuck up!" I burst. She pointed at my face with her cheeks puffed like a pufferfish, and it threw me off into a laugh. "Damn it, Nels!" My bangs fell back when I wiped my tears of joy. I can't get enough of her silly expressions. Every damn time! I always lose my stone-cold ass.

"Okay, but for real. Linking with the one person you never thought you would've." I roll my eyes.

We're getting too far, and we might just have to start from the beginning. My name is Nachum Valerie Jackson. I introduced myself as a slight germaphobic earlier with a female middle name, but who gives a fuck. This is not too far from where we're going, but it's also not so close to our starting point either.

First off, you're gonna have to learn a thing or two about my set universe. No, I'm not a furry. We're not in the omega, sex, and babies fiction world. This is linkverse. The bonding is a bit similar to that disgusting thing yet not quite. We have destined partners that we can die if we reject them, and we're gonna have side effects we're born with and have to live with forever if we do not meet them. Shockingly, mine is eczema, and it's horrific. If we meet our destined partner linked to strings (which is our 17th birthday), we suddenly smell a sweet scent. It's more out of place than an odor or perfume. Another fact is, we'll be dead tired if we don't physically contact our fated ones. I don't want to be that one asshole, but this whole goddess fate binding just isn't healthy.

Like my best friend loves to say, "You're gonna die one day, and I'm gonna laugh my ass off at your funeral."

That's literally what I'm saying! Whatever man. Gotta do what you do to survive. When I met him, my fucking heart dropped and shattered.

October 27th

"AND THERE GOES JACKSON! AT THE NET READY FOR A GOAL!"

I bounced my feet like I was a baby bird finally ready to touch the wind. My hands cocked and slammed the volleyball down on the floor. My opponent attempted to juggle it back over on our side of the court, but he missed. The crowd went wild when the whistle was blown. Screams from the left to the right as people share claps and clash their hands together. A buzz from the scoreboard. I'd beam when I saw the scores. We won!

"Nice going, Jacky. Maybe Jack-off really does suit you." Garrett O'Bride, my teammate notorious for his fuckboy personality, nudged my shoulder. I shrugged his comment off, shooting him a glare in necessity. He would take upon any chance he could get to shower me with dumb fucking nicknames. Creative was one thing, but being an irritation to us is another.

"Buzz off with your monkey mouth." I turn my head around. Wow, and I wasn't in to pick a fight.

"But Maynard Ferris, who's the one yapping now?" Garrett snickered, producing monkey noises with his best attempts. That ugly hooting gave me awfully weird chills.