My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 1 (•‿•)

        "Emily Alwin! Get your ass out here!" My brother yelled outside my door. Why does he have to wake me up all the freaking time? I mentally asked myself. I somehow managed to crawl out of bed. I stretched popping some joints.

        "I'll be out in a second!" I told him. I walked into the bathroom and jumped into the shower that was connected to my room. Ah, the shower. The perfect time to think. I was one of the people who thought more in the shower than actually washing their bodies. I would just think about the future and what I had to do. After I'm done washing myself, I grab a towel and start drying myself off. I walked over to my dresser and started to pull on my bra and boyshort underwear.

        "COME ON, EM!" My brother shouted even louder outside my bedroom than when he had first woken me up. I sighed. Not only was he my brother, no, he just HAD to be my twin. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but damn. He can be annoying sometimes. I guess that's how everyone feels about their siblings though.

             "Hold your horses, grumpy pants! I'll be done in a minute!" I snapped back, glaring at the door. I heard his heavy footsteps move down the hallway, but not before hearing him muttering and calling me stupid. I quickly got dressed into some blue skinny jeans, and threw on a baby blue sweater that clung to my torso like a second skin. 

           I walked over to the mirror to fix the mess I called my hair. I started brushing it until it was tamed. I stared at myself in the mirror. My white complexion looked back. My boring, hazel eyes were looking back at me, scrutinizing my appearance. I never really wore make-up; unless I'm going out to a club or something, I just don't feel the need. 

           Now I'm not one of those conceited girls who think they're perfect. No, I know I'm not. I could really use some sunlight, and could probably lose thirty pounds. I'm surprisingly fine with my body. Well, I'm a girl and wished I had a slimmer figure, but I loved my 34C's.

           "EMILY IRENE ALWIN, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS-" My brother started. I swung my door open and was thankful he wasn't outside my door. He was probably at the bottom of the stairs. Sometimes he'd pour water on me if I didn't get out of bed. I learned that lesson the hardest way possible.

           "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shouted back, interrupting whatever threat was going to leave his lips next. I grabbed my backpack and left my room. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. It wasn't much of a surprise to see Ian sitting at the table with an amused look on his face. Ian was Eric's best friend since they were babies, which wasn't a surprise since my parents had been best friends with his. Ian's black hair was either brushed or he'd just leave it alone after he had woken up. His blue eyes watching me intently at my every move.

            "Wow, princess, I'm so happy you could get ready. I mean, we're okay with waiting just for you," my brother, Eric, sarcastically said as he came into the room with his own backpack. He stopped when he saw me.

            "What?" I asked innocently. I really didn't know why he was staring at me like that. He sighed and dropped his backpack on the ground. He looked back at me, his blue eyes boring into mine. His shaggy brown hair somewhat covering one of his eyes. I grabbed a Poptart from the table and quirked an eyebrow at him as I opened up the package.

           "What are you wearing?" He asked me. I looked down. I was so confused. I was wearing skinny jeans and a sweater. I mean really, was he seriously about to start an argument over that? I was old enough to get dressed myself!

             "Clothes?" I responded simply. I pulled a Poptart out of the package and started to snack on it. I sat down at the table across from Ian.