I look in the mirror to figure out who I am.

Chapter two

I again don't own the boys. I hope you like it. I just want to thank TableforThree for geting me back into writing with her wonderful story. And MJTWE3 for also being awesome and reading my story. Warning for Wes and his potty mouth a times.

So without further delay...

*Wes’s POV*

I woke up to Zuni staring at me. How did that cat always seem to get in my room? And why was he never in Keaton’s room? Oh well, not like I care. Scratching Zuni I get up from the bed.

“Good morning Zuni.” I rush around my room looking for clean clothes to wear today. All of my clothes were thrown around the room, but not in the typical fashion that they normally were in. I guess mom went through my stuff..

Walking to the bathroom I see that Keaton is hogging it again. I swear that kid is almost like a girl. “Keaton! You are pretty enough already! Other people need to use the bathroom!”

He walks out drying his light brown hair. Even though he is only fourteen he is almost as tall as I am. Ruffling his hair I squeeze in past him. “Try getting a haircut soon dude, it looks like it is trying to eat your brain.”

“Your one to talk. Yours is longer than mine and more feminine!”

I shut the door and look at my appearance in the mirror. My hair is not girly, it is just a little bit longer than most guys in my grade. I like my hair to be longer than other guys, but not too long as it make me look girlish.

Not to be vain, but I would say I am a good looking guy. I work out a lot so I have muscles. I can’t understand why no girl wants to go out with me. I try to have girlfriends, but all they do is have sex with me then leave. I want a relationship where we you know, talk.

Sighing I turn on the shower and step in.

I use to think that the reason I couldn’t be happy is because there is something wrong with me. I have always felt different from everyone else. But now I wonder if there is something else that I am not seeing.

I am interrupted from my thoughts by Keaton banging on the bathroom door. “HEY! I don’t want to be late for school Wes! Hurry up!”

I quickly dry myself off and put on my clothes.

“And you call me the girl? You were in there for half an hour.”

“Shut up and walk kid. We have places to be.”

The drive to the school was full of silence. I wonder what is up with Keaton. He has been acting strange all week. 

“Keat?”

“hmm?”

“Are you alright? You are acting more weird than usual.”

He looked out the window in thought. “Well, I just don’t want to go to school today. I have been wanting to surf but the weather has been bad all week. Now that it is nice we have school.”

“Well how about this? We will go to school, but hit the beach right after so that we can catch a few waves before the rain comes back.”

His whole face lights up. Good. I hate seeing my baby brother so upset.

“Ok!” He starts bouncing up and down really quickly.

“Dude, you might not want to do that. It makes it look like something wrong is going on in here.”

“Oh gross Wes!”

“Don’t deny that I am sexy. It’s ok bro.” He looks disgusted and punches me in the arm. “Hey now. I was just kidding sicko. Did you actually imagine that? Should I start locking my door now?” The hitting of my arm continued. It is so fun to pick on him.