What I wouldn't Do (mermanxboy) [MPREG]

Chapter One: Safe for now

*Song for this chapter: Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots

Hey there lil burgers >:] Like my new cute nickname for you all? ^^

Soooooo... I put a nice picture of Jamie Campbell Bower as 'Fin', but I promise I won't leave little author notes every time I post a pic of a character actor. (though these actors aren't actually acting as my characters ahem o-o)  

But anywho-- what do you think of my characters so far? Any favorites/ suggestions?? It'd über great to get your feedback~

So, onward!

Chapter One: Safe For Now

"Kaeden, sweetie, don't you push yourself. Here, I'll go get you a hot chocolate, how does that sound? I even put whipped cream and marshmallows on it. Oh! And maybe even sprinkles and--" I rolled my eyes and sat up against my mother's hand as she protested, telling me repeatedly to lay back down and take it easy. I cut her off, running a clammy hand through my hair.

"Mom! I'm fine! I can't miss anymore school." I groaned, tossing her a annoyed look. Ok, I know she's my mother and all, but she needs to take it easy. I didn't die, I'm still here. Though, I wouldn't be going through this if I had. I don't particularly remember how I ended up alive, all I remember was a very weird dream about a merman.  "Please, I need to have a life, I promise I will start back on therapy." 

Actually, that was probably a lie, because I will most likely skip out on it and end up smoking in a deserted ally way or on the beach; I think it helps much better than seeing a lady I barely know and talk about my 'problems'. I will be fine on my own. 

My mother gave me a very concerned look as I heaved myself up off of my bed, pulling my sweaty shirt up over my head and eyeing her wearily over my shoulder, silently telling her to get out. I frowned when I noticed her bite the inside of her cheek, a habit she tends to do when she's nervous or concerned. 

Yeah, it can be a pain when she's such a worry wart.

I puffed out my cheeks and gathered up some random clothes that I found on top of my messy dresser, sniffing them to check if they were clean. Deciding that they were clean and comfortable, I grabbed them and took them into the bathroom that was next to my room, placing them lazily on the counter when I cursed under my breath, realizing that I had forgotten a pair of underwear. I hurried back into my room, tripping over a pile of dirty clothes that laid in the middle in the process, but I still made it alive to my dresser. I grabbed the first pair of boxers I saw in my drawer and huffed as I scurried back into the bathroom before anyone else could take it.

When I got out of the shower, I reached for a towel that was hanging on a silver rack, pulling on the plush towel and proceeding to dry off rather quickly. I quickly tugged my clothes on, adjusting my blue hoodie on and washing my face. I looked up at my reflection in the misty mirror, but widened my eyes and gasping when I saw a gorgeous blonde man behind me, smiling. He didn't have a shirt on, and he wore a boyish smirk that stretched to grin when I whipped around, only to find nobody behind me. I blinked owlishly, confused when I slowly turned around to look in the mirror, but I was the only person once again. Just me and the heavy mist in the air, making it nearly impossible to breath.

Am I going insane? Did the death of my twin really do this much to me?

Without much thought in my head, I rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed my beanie from the hat rack by the staircase, flying down the stairs, skipping steps to go faster. I pulled my grey beanie on  my head of messy, uncombed wet hair as my mom came running after me in a panic.