Control

One

"Sam," I sigh, shaking him again. He groans, and rolls over to face me.

"What?" He whines, slightly pulling his blanket away from his face.

"Well, Jaime wants us to get to school. And, if you don't get up we're gonna be late."

"It's only seven thirty! She said it starts at eight fifty!" Sam complains. I pull away, and walk to my dresser.

"Fine. Miss breakfast." I shrug

I grabbed a tee shirt, and leggings.

"Do I have to go?" He whines. Man, he can be such a baby sometimes. I groaned.

"Yeap." I walked into the bathroom to get changed.

After I was done, I washed my face. Smiling, I got an idea to get Sam up.

I turned the cold water on, and let it run a few moments. Then, I grabbed a cup, and filled it. I set it down, and smiled.

Focusing on it, it slowly started to lift up.

I opened the door physically, and allowed the cup to leave the bathroom.

As I suspected, Sam was still in bed. He wouldn't be for long.

The cup floated above his sandy brown hair. Quickly, I made the cup tilt, and water flow out.

It only took a moment for Sam to react, and fly out of bed.

I turned away, making the cup drop. I held back laughter as I heard him stomp into the bathroom. I noticed he slipped his jacket on. I wish he'd take it off at some point.

He threw the cup at me, mummering few curse words, and walked out. I laughed, and wet my toothbrush. I placed toothpaste on it, and started brushing.

"Get your phone to shut up," Sam whined from our room. I could hear it going off, and ignored it. I spit out the disgusting spit and toothpaste mixture from my mouth. I rinsed my mouth, and spit again.

I walked out to see Sam struggling with his shirt. I laughed, walked over, and helped him. He looked up, and blinked.

"I'm hungry." He walked to his dresser, and put his glasses on, looking like a dork. I laughed, and made my brush fall in my hands. I started to brush my hair.

"Then go get food," I snapped, and put the brush in the bathroom.

"I don't wanna be awkward," He says, and I sigh.

We've been with Jaime for over a year, and he still thought it was awkward to be around her alone.

"Then wait," I say, and face him. Sam groans, and flops onto his bed. I smiled, and started to the door. He followed, and we ran down the stairs.

Bacon smell hit my nose, and my stomach growled in inpatients. I stopped for a second.

Sam groaned, and fell onto my back, his chin falling on my shoulder.

"Move." He whines dragging out the 'e'. I laughed.

"I swear, your really only four," I say, and continue into the kitchen. He curses under his breath, and my eyes fall onto Jaime. She's hutched over the stove, looking behind it.

Sam cleared his throat, and she whirled around.

"Oh! Good timing!" She exclaims, her face red. I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment, or from cooking over the stove.

I walked to the shelf, and pull out a plate. Jaime shoves a plate of bacon on the counter. I smiled at the sight of the tower in front of me.

I retrieve four pieces, and move so Sam can get some. Jaime places two pieces of toast on my plate, along with sliding an egg on.

I walk over to the table, Sam close behind.

"I'll be back, eat up!" She exclaims, and runs to the bathroom. Sam starts moving the food around with his fork after looking down at his food. I sigh, tension filling my stomach.

"Sam..." I say, my voice hinted with worry. He gets up from the table, slamming his fork down. He runs to our room, and I eat a piece of bacon.

We're both screwed up.

I developed telekinesis at a young age, and Sam has anorexia.

And it's not like anyone's told him he's fat, he just thinks he is. It makes me mad, because there's no reason whatsoever for it.