Lycit

Chapter 1

This is my first story so please any comments would be nice. I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes i tend to muck up when typing plus English is not my strong suit :p Please persevere with my story, it's my first every story so i promise to make it better every chapter. Feedback will help.

Pic is of Ido Drent an actor here in Nz, i pick him as Alistair! 

Thanks, Markus.

Edited

Hey guys I just wanted to ask that you read the next few chapters and critisize them! It would be awesome help and I can, ofcourse, return the favour.

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“The incy wincy spider, climbed up the water SPOUT!” Dimitri sang enthusiastically before he clamped his hands around the back rest of my chair, dumping me onto the carpet with a sudden thud. I landed straight on my ass, my eyes widened in surprise before I narrowed them to fix a scowl on Dimitri.

He laughed that usual obnoxious laugh of his as he claimed my seat and rocked back and forth victoriously. "I can't believe you fell for that one." He remarked, a wide smirk present on his face.  

“Asshole." I retorted as I climbed to my feet and sulkily sat down on the empty chair next to him, which I might add was not as comfortable as the chair that now occupied my obnoxious older brother.

Stupid obnoxious brother didn't seem to be as appreciative of the chair as I was because right at that very moment he was leaning back on the chair, all his weight forced onto the back legs and the back-rest pressing against the wall.

"You know how mad Mum'll get if I - wait no, you broke her new chair." I warned him but he simply shrugged my cautions away . I had no idea how he always did that, it was as if he wasn't afraid of anything.I found that same fearless-ness unnerving. Or maybe it was careless-ness?

Either or.

I removed my scowl from Dimitri, it didn't seem to be getting through to him,  and turned my gaze to stare out the window.

The rain was gently splattering against the windows. You'd expect the rain to set me in a gloomy mood but it didn't. The rain reminded me of how Mum used to hum that song on rainy days while we were crowded around the fire place. She never told us what the song was called, but the tune was always playing in my head whenever it was raining. The steady rhythm of the water tapped against the glass and drummed along to the tune of the song.

I dragged my eyes away from the window to glare at Dimitri again. Usually he would've apologised by then.

Instead of recieving an apology I recieved a scolding.

"Stop sulking. You're acting like I stapled a cockroach to your forehead!" He frowned at me and the intensity of my glare increased.

"You did do that once. Remember, when were camping?" I raised my eyebrows at him and he shrugged again.

"I used cellotape."

I kicked him in the shin and he smirked at me.

"Toughen up. You just turned sixteen, not six. There's no reason to get upset just because I tipped you onto the carpet." He pointed out and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"And you stole my chair." I added and he waved his hand flippantly as if to say 'Details, details.'

I rolled my eyes at him, irritated but he knew at that point that I forgave him.

Sometimes I wondered how I could always forgive him so easily. Then again, he was Dimitri.

My older brother with the seemingly unnatural vivid eyes and ruffled bed-hair.