"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO ACT LIKE MOM ALL THE TIME, HUH? YOU'RE ONLY MY BROTHER, NOT MY MOTHER!", I screamed at my twin, Stiles. He crossed his arms and licked his pink lips. "I HAVE TO LOOK AFTER YOU! I'M THE ONE WEARING THE PANTS IN THIS HOUSE, NOT YOU!", he shouted back at me. I huffed. "Maybe if mom hadn't left after we were born, we wouldn't be having this dumb conversation right now, Stiles...", I whispered as a hot tear rolled down my cheek. He looked down and I saw him begin to cry a little. I stepped over to the couch and plopped down on the soft material. Putting my head in my small hands, I let a small, soft sob escape my lips. Stiles sat down next to me and ran a hand down my back. As I turned my head to look at him, I said, "Why are you always yelling at me? You know I don't like it, Stiles." He wiped his eyes. "I'm only trying to be a good brother...I love you to death, Stephanie, and once we grow up we'll both go separate ways.", he said softly, "I want to make it last..."
I scooted over to my brother and leaned my head on his bony shoulder. "You don't know that we won't go to the same college...when we were seven we made the promise that we would do everything together, and we're gonna keep that promise.", I stated. I turned to face him. Stiles opened his arms, signalling he wants a hug. "Come here...", he soothed. I leaned forward and wrapped my small arms around his torso, as he did the same. Stiles sighed. "I just don't want you to grow up too fast, and so what if I sound like a depressed parent, but it's true...", he mumbled. I reached up and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "We'll grow up together, baby bro..", I teased. "STOP THAT. YOU'RE ONLY 4 MINUTES OLDER, SO STOP.", Stiles played as I laughed. He patted my head an let a toothy grin show. "Dork...", mumbled as I rose up from the couch. "Nerd...", he said back.
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*next morning*
I woke up at about 7:00 to get ready for school. By the time I woke up, Stiles had been up for a while. I walked into the kitchen to have a bowl of cereal so I wouldn't go hungry.
"Hey, turd-face.", I mumbled to my brother while rubbing my eye with the bottom of my hand. He made a face at me then went back to eating his breakfast. I pulled out a bowl from the cabinet and got the Fruit Loops and the milk. Stiles looked at my food choices and his face dropped. "Hey, my cereal, not yours. You have Frosted Flakes, these are mine.", he whined. I pouted. "Sharing is caring. What did Auntie always say, bwubber.", I said in a baby voice. He groaned. "But it's my cereal...", he said, looking up at the ceiling. I put all your weight onto one leg and crossed my arms. I know exactly what to do. I leaned my head down a little, and pouted my lips, while puffing up my cheeks and widening my eyes. He looked up from his bowl of cereal, again, and shook his head. "No, no, no, Stephanie, not the face, not tHE FACE.", Stiles spazzed. I laughed. "Can I eat your cereal then?", I asked innocently. He said yes while rubbing his forehead with his forefinger and thumb. I giggled and poured some in my bowl.
