Life With The Twist Boys

12 Sons!?!

This is a different version of Life With the Walter Boys instead of the main character being a girl its a boy and I changed the characters to where you know who they are have fun reading!!

Oh yeah and all credit goes to the writer of Life With the Walter Boys!
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I don't own one pair of jeans. You would think a sixteen-year-old boy would have at least have one pair. Its not that I dislike the way they looked , and it had nothing to do with fact that my mother had been a fashion designer, especially considering that she used jeans in her collection. I was just a little different. I didn't like to wear jeans. I mostly wear leggings or shorts. Yes you heard me right I wear leggings and other girly clothes and if I'm lazy I'll wear regular boy clothes.Yes I am gay. Surprise! Not really.

Have you ever heard the saying " dress to impress, well I am going to need to dress my best to show a good impression. I got dressed and continued packing.

"Louis?" I heard Anne from somewhere inside the apartment yell."The taxi is here."

"Just a minute!"  I scooped a piece if paper off of my desk. "Laptop, charger, mouse," I muttered, reading off the rest of the checklist. Opening my back pack I searched for my possessions to make sure they were safely tucked inside.  "Check, check, check" I whispered when my finger rubbed against all three things. With bright  red pen, I check a X next to each of them on my list.

There was a knock on my bedroom door. "You ready, honey?" Anne asked, poking her head inside. She was a tall woman in her late forties, with golden hair that was cut into a mom bob that was starting to gray.

"I think so," I told her, but my voice cracked, revealing otherwise. My gaze snapped down to my feet because I didn't want to see the look in her eyes, the sympathetic one that I'd seen on everyone's faces since the funeral.

"Ill give you a minute," I heard her say.

When the door closed I smoothed down my shirt as I glanced in the mirror. My hair was a little messy but that was all the stress. I pursed my lips in annoyance at the dark circles under my eyes but there was nothing I could do to fix the lack of sleep that was causing them.

Sighing, I took one last look around my room. Even though my entire checklist was crossed off, I didn't know when I would be returning, and I didn't want to forget anything important. The space was strangely empty, since most most I my stuff were on a moving truck on its way to Colorado. It took me a week at pack all, but Anne helped me with the huge task.

Clothes filled most of the boxes, but there were also my collection of Shakespeare plays and teacups my sister, Lottie, collected from every country we ever visted. As I glanced around I knew I was stalling; with my organizational skills there was no way I'd forget anything. The real issue was that I didn't want to leave.

But I didn't have a say in the matter, so with reluctance I grabbed my carry-on. Anne was waiting on the hall with one small suitcase sitting at her feet.

"Have everything?" she asked, and I nodded my head. "All right let's get going then."

She led the way through the living room and toward the front door, and I trailed slowly behind her running my fingers over the furniture in an attempt to memorize evey last detail of my home. It was hard, which was strange considering I'd live here my whole life. White sheets thrown over the furniture so dust wouldn't frost the fabric.

We stepped out of the apartment in silence, and Anne paused to lock the door. "Would you like to look after the key?" she asked.

I had my own set tucked in my suitcase, but I reached out and took the small piece of metal from her hands. Unfastening my mother's locket, I let the key slip down the delicate chain so it can rest against my chest, right next to my heart.

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We sat on the plane in silence. I was trying to forget that I was currently moving further and further from my home, and I refuse to let myself cry. For the first month after the accident I never left. Then came  the day where I miraculously pulls myself from underneath my comfoter and got dressed. Since then I promised myself that I would be strong and composed.

I focused my attention on Anne as she clenched and unclenched the armrest her knuckles going white each time she did. I only knew a few things about this woman sitting next to me. She was my mother's childhood friend. They grew up in New York and attended the Hawks Boarding School for boys and girls together, same as my sister and I had been enrolled in.

During college she met Des Syles. They then go married but then got a divorce. Now she is married to a man named Robin Twist. They then moved to Colorado to start a horse ranch. Finally the third price of information I knew about her was that she was my new guardian. Apparently I met her when I was little, but is was a so long ago I couldn't remember. Anne Twist is a complete stranger to me.

"Afraid of flying?" I asked, as she let a beep breath. Honestly the woman looked like an was gonna be sick.

"No, but to be completely truthful, I'm nervous about, well taking you home," she said. I felt my shoulders tense up. Was she afraid I was going to go off the deep end? I could assure her that wasn't going to happen, not if I wanted to get into Harvard. Uncle Paul must have said something to her, something about me not being okay even though I was perfectly fine. Anne caught my look and quickly added, "Oh no, Louis not because of you, honey. I know you're a good kid."

"Then why?"

Anne's smile was sympathetic. "Louis, honey, did I ever tell you I have twelve kids?"

No, I thought as my mouth dropped open, that definitely wasn't mentioned. I could feel wings of panic flutter inside my chest. Stop overreacting, I told myself. After a few deep breaths, I pulled out my notebook and pen. I needed to find out as much as I could about the family I was about to live with, so I asked Anne to tell me about her kids and she agreed.

"My oldest is Josh" she began, Nd I started writing.

The Twist Kids:

Josh is twenty-one. He's in his final semester of community college and is engaged to his high school sweetheart

Zayn is seventeen. He's a senior in high school and a talented auto mechanic.

Jawadd is also seventeen and a senior in high school. He's president of the drama club. He is Zayn's twin.

Ashton is sixteen. He's a junior in high school and is obsessed with girls. He's Anne's nephew.

Harry is sixteen. He's a sophomore in high school and plays way to many video games.

Luke is fifteen. He's a sophomore in high school and a skater. He's Anne's nephew

Michael is fourteen is a freshman in high school and is a musician also Anne's nephew.

Liam and James are twelve. They are in seventh grade and are twins. They believe they will be the next Steven Spielberg and always have a video camera with them.

Calum is nine. He is in fourth grade. Looks innocent but loves tackle football

Niall and baby James or BJ. They are five years old in kindergarten. They are crazy little monsters with potty mouths.

After writing all of that down Louis just realised he is going to be living in a house full of guys that he didn't even know.
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Did you enjoy the first chapter and how would you feel if you lived in a house full of boys?