Opposites Attract My Ass

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Part 1

The next day, I woke up to my brother and Holden in the kitchen, acting like nothing had happened. I smiled a little, knowing that everything would be fine.

Or at least I could hope.

Holden smiled widely when he saw me enter the kitchen and walked up to me, grabbing my waist to bring me closer to him.

“Morning, Ollie,” he whispered.

My smile widened as I put my arms around his neck. “Good morning.”

Holden closed the distance between us as he captured my lips with his. I could hear a loud groaning after.

“Jesus H. Christ, can you please do that when I'm not here?”

We separated to see a disgusted Tray, covering his eyes. “You guys are gonna make me throw up my breakfast.”

I pulled away from Holden and put my hands on my hips. “Kissing him is nothing compared to all the times you've dumped your dirty laundry on me. Do you know how badly your socks smell?”

Tray rolled his eyes. “I'm gonna go get my football. I'll be gone for like five minutes, so don't do anything that I don't want to walk in on.”

I was in Holden's arms as soon as Tray walked out. His arms were wrapped around my waist and his face was buried in my hair. I laughed at our proximity because he was acting as if we hadn't talked in years.

“Holden,” I said, putting my hands on his arms, “Why are you holding me so close?”

He put his lips near my ear and hugged me even tighter. “Because now that I have you, I'm never letting you go.”

***

“Ollie, Holden, get up! It's Christmas!”

I groaned and rolled over, wincing at the sunlight coming through my room. I could hear Nick running through the house, trying to wake everyone up. I looked at the clock and saw it was only eight in the morning.

“Christ, Nick,” I mumbled.

I got up slowly, wishing I could just drift back to sleep. My door banged open, scaring me.

“Ollie,” Nick said, “Hurry up! Mom, Dad and Holden are downstairs already.”

I groaned loudly and pushed him out of my room to get to the bathroom.

“I'm up, go downstairs and make me french toast,” I said, directing him towards the stairs.

Tray walked out of his room wiping his eyes, prompting me to rush to the bathroom before he could get in it.

“Fuck, Ollie,” he yelled, banging his fist on the door.

I laughed in response and happily sat on the toilet. Tray continued to knock on the door to get me to hurry up.

“Knock it off, Travis!” I yelled, opening the door to let him in.

“Stop taking so long in the bathroom then, it doesn't take that much to pee,” he mumbled.

“Shut up, I need to brush my teeth.” I covered my eyes while I took the toothpaste and starting brushing my teeth.

“Move over,” Tray said. He bumped my with his hip and I almost fell down. I pushed him back and continued brushing my teeth.

“Ollie, Tray, hurry up!” Nick yelled.

I rolled my eyes and spit out the water, drying my hands on Tray's shirt. He shook me off, going to punch me but missing when I ran out of the room.