Monsters

 Liam's *POV*

I stood in my brothers doorway of his dressing room, watching him put his make-up on, for his show or gig, whatever you want to call it.

To be honest I don't really like his taste of music, no, I think its 'cause I really don't like music as much as Blade does. I only show up to these things is to support my brother, best friend and whatever you call what we have going on, between us. “I wish I knew what that was.” I whispered to my self.

Sometimes or every once and awhile I wish we were just best friends instead of brothers. This thing we have between us is so confusing. It should end soon, but not too soon, just soon enough before we get hurt by this.

I thought about why I was in his door way, then remembered what I was here for. I should have came here earlier, like before he started putting his sage make-up on. We could have had a few minutes of “brother” time. Maybe if I ask nice I can get a kiss or two in, before he goes on stage.

The way he put on his make-up on, with all the make-up he owned, it covered up a whole counter/table. I thought that was funny, since he wasn't the girly type of gay... I shouldn't be the one to be labelling people.

As he was lining his eyes with a thick layer of eye-liner, I decided to snake my arms around his waist.

“Off!” he tells me. I started to pout but did as he asked or I mean demanded.

“What did I do?” I asks confused, but he just rolled his eyes.

“Nothing, but if you couldn't see before you hooked your self too me, I was clearly doing my make-up.” He says flatly, I forgot he hated being bothered when he's doing his make-up.

“That makes you sound gay brother.” I state. As he was setting his eye-liner, with a black eye shadow.

“You of all people should know that's very true, little brother.” he says in a dull tone. He's clearly not in the best of moods, tonight.

“Little? Hardly. We're only two minutes apart!” He knows I always get offended when he calls me “little brother.”

“Well stop acting like it then.” He says in uninterested tone, as he started putting cover up on his mouth and drawing on the rest of his usual stage make-up.

He looked in the mirror seeing if everything looked good. I thought we always looked good. I smirked at that thought. When I looked at his face in the mirror he had saw me looking- or I should say drooling over my own face- and had this expression that said “idiot,” written all over it, then he rolled his eyes.

If you're wondering why I don't have any make-up on yet, it's 'cause I most defiantly not in his band. Only 'cause I'm way too lazy to learn how to play an instrument and I hate the idea of being “too well known.”

And I'm only here to mess about, 'cause he's my brother.

“Blade?” His stage manger calls. The one that I think is super cute, but I don't think he's into dudes, otherwise I would have totally hit on him more that I do with Blade.

“Yeah, in here Dex!” He called too Dex. We were now sitting on the sofa that was put in there just for Blade's lazy ass and of course I made himself comfy on his lap, but he said he didn't mind. We had a very close relationship.

I know what you must be thinking, “But you guys are twin and twins usually are pretty close!” No, not for us, it's more then that. I mean we treat each other like we're not brothers.

Dex walks in, his dread locks bouncing with each step. He notices us having one of our moments. “Oh, do you guys need a minute?” he asks looking at us with those piercing blue eyes, that I just loved.

Dex is one of the few people that know about “us.” What ever we are, he said he doesn't care and it's none of his business, but ours. But I'm pretty sure he doesn't a prove of “us” and only puts up with it 'cause my brother pays him to be their stage manger.

And don't worry I'm not in love with my brother, I just like his kisses and I totally think we look kind of hot when we kiss. That's only 'cause I like to pretend I'm kissing myself... Yeah I know I'm a weird and probably disturbing.

Dex called his name again, he must have zoned out. I chuckled quietly at the thought. “Yeah?” He finally replied.

“Did you need some more time? 'Cause the boys want you on stage.” He asks him again.

“No, we're good. I'll be right there!” He tells him and he walks off. I check out his cute butt, I blush, since I was still sitting with my brother. He looks at me and says, “Off.” and smiles.

I sigh, “One kiss then I'll go join the crowed.”

“Fine then.” He says, then gives me a small satisfying kiss, then he saunters off to the stage.

He walks on stage, the lights are turned off and the crowed goes insane.

Silence, then the room slowly beings to fill with the sounds of guitars crashing. He started singing.

“OoOoh! OoOoh! Whoa! whoa! Whoa! Oooh, There's 52 ways to murder anyone...”