Different // Narry

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"Is this really what you can only feed me?" I frown my eyebrows looking really disappointed with the junk food that place infront of me- i ate this kind of food every fucking singel day, and if its not making me sick i dont know what is,

"What? I cant cook okay, deal with it" He smirk as he sit at the other end of the table already reaching for the chicken that lays infront of him,

Greg Horan, everybody.

He's one lazy lad i ever met in my life, he's an asshole but he's more charming then me- no wonder all girls thrown theirself towards greg everytime they saw he do some flip hair of his. Me? I'm not as charming as greg but i still have the power to make all the girls bend their knees over me, but i never use the charm anyway,

Unless I really needed too.

Me and Greg, we're close since we're a kid. We rarely fight over small or huge things, i think its because we need each other so badly. Its hard you know back when we're still a kid where the situation is heated every time Dad is home and Mom only could shed a tears while we two would just hide in our room making no noise,

We tend to get closer towards each other more than our own parents, why? Because they never really talk to use like normal parents do. Back then, the peaceful morning will be like a war zone, dad screaming over mom while both of their son would just listen to all the swearing they pass towards each other,

After both of them left us, Greg decided he will continue to run Dads company that kind of popular in our time. Yeah- before Dad becomes a beast like that, he's once a famous buisness man who created Horan & Co. But suddenly he change. No one knows- well, maybe except himself.

We're pretty wealthy thanks to Greg and his wonderful job. Please dont even think i'm useless cause i work too. I work in a music shop near our house, they didn't pay me much but its worth it. At the first time i told Greg i'm working, he goes KaBoom. He said 'but we're pretty wealthy, you dont need to help' but you know me- i dont follow rules, so i give him the 'i dont give a fuck' look,

He cant protest.

"So how's school lately?" He ask as he wiggel his eyebrows- but i ignore it anyway,

"Nothing much" I shrug while beginning to eat the food that lay infront of me,

"Oh god, you're just the same as Billy, he always said 'nothing much' when Freddie- my bestfriend asked him how's school, god- teenager this day, you should meet Billy somethimes" He chuckels and stop as he finally realize that i raised one of my eyebrows ( i'm giving him the 'what the fuck are you talking about' look)

He clear his throat before continuing his words "What i mean is, you have a similarity with my bestfriends brot- never mind forget about it" He hung his head as he frowns his eyebrows looking a littel bit disappointed about something,

One fact about Greg: he likes to mumble alot.

"Want a diffrent answer? Fine, there's something happened in school yesterday" I chew the food slowly as i stare into his blue eyes,

"Oh! What happen?!" He try to keep his excitement on control but i guees he failed on doing that because now he looks like a 7 years old that knew his mother just bought him a ticket to disneyland,