Living a double life

chapter 8

Once we get home my brother and I left my car after we sat together for a bit enjoying each others company. Lies, his annoying as fuck. We actually stood outside the house, taking it in for a bit. Well he took it in, I was kicking at his legs because he gave me a wet-willy while we were in the car. His damn lucky I never slammed his head into the dashboard, but I'd never wanna hurt my baby like that and by my baby I mean my car. But eventually I took the house in too.

It was a double story, a beautiful white house, it was simple but most importantly it was our home. I follow his eyes as he stares at the greenery infront of the house. His lips twitch into a smile, "It's everything I could of remembered and more. It's so..." I cut him off and finish his sentence mindlessly, "...home." He takes my hand and squeezes. I turn to him and he does the same as me, "Reassurance." We say together and laugh.

I stand infront of the house door, about to open when I realise I don't know my own brothers name yet. I turn around to face him, "Bro-Jam." He chuckles and waves his hand gesturing me to continue. "What's your name?" We both stare at each other for a bit, him realising he never told me his name and me well, he has my eyes or I have his.

"Theo but for you, you and every other low life can call me Godess." I nod, choking on the inside at him wanting me to call him a Godess. I doubt he knows the mistake he made with that but I leave it. What kinda girl would I be to go against someone's wishes? I smirk to myself.

"Well then, GODESS. Did I get that right... GODESS?" He nods proudly. I smirk and whisper below my breath, "Well you're definitely not the brightest apple in this basket." He nudges me, "What was that?" I shake my head and walk in, he catches my leg with his foot, hooking it and causing me stumble then to fall, FACE FIRST ONTO THE DAMN ASS FLOOR. He falls into a fit of laughter and plops himself on top of me and starts bouncing his UGLY ass on my back. Okay I lie, my brother is hot but I hate his guts.

"Get off me before I roast your balls!" I scream extremely serious yet he keeps laughing. This fucker. He wiggles on me for a few seconds, eventually my tossing and turning only gets more rougher. "Ready, set..." And that is when I feel it. A warm feeling on my back. I swear to the Lord of the damn flies that if he just fucking farted on me that I will wreck him so bad that the only way he can ever get laid again, is if he crawls up a chickens ass and wait. He starts giggling like a little girl and keeps the tone in his voice, "Excuse me, I just tooted my horn." His voice gets deeper, "Silent but violent." That is when I start choking on the fumes in the air. "Oh sweet mother of mercy, fucking hell, what do you feed yourself!" He falls to the floor beside me and breathes in the air, "I think it smells like berries." He smiles innocently and I swear when I looked in his eyes I saw glints of berries in it.

"Run." The word leaves my mouth without thinking and before you know it, I'm chasing my brother around the house. Good old times, I smile to myself as I'm running, wait... I never had these good times with him. I come to a suddem halt and my face falls, a sullen expression taking over. Theo turns around to see how far behind him I am and he does a double take to see that I stopped chasing him which only leads to him running straight into the wall. Well they did say karma is a bitch.

He jogs over to me the knob on his head slowly starting to protude, he spears right into me causing me to fall over his shoulder. He carries me like a sack of potatoes until he reaches the lounge and manoeuvres around the furniture to put me on a couch and he sits down on the coffee table infront of me. "What's cooking not good looking?" I look up at him, "Fine you're good looking but I wanna be the only hot brother." I raise my eyebrow, "You're my only brother. Right?" He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and my eyes bulge out of my head at the thought of me having more siblings. More people to fart on me, save me. This is a dream right. Someone pinch me. "It's just us." He smiles simply, my smile. He stole it, the nit. "Tell me now." He nods knowing exactly what I'm talking about.

"When I was 3 years old, our parents gave me away." To say I was in shock at his statement was an understatement. I completely forgot what breathing was as I waited for him to continue. "It's not that they didn't want me, they wanted moms sister to be happy. She could never have kids and she could never find a stable guy too, so she adopted me from our parents to fill that void. I always knew that I wasn't hers to start with. I always wanted to go back to what I had before, but then I learnt to love her as a mother figure I guess." He smiles weakly, "She did everything she could to keep me happy. She never tried to replace mom and dad, she always said she wanted to give me better. A few years later I heard that our parents had a baby, you." He looks up at me. "I use to stalk you on every social media app when you reached a certain age and I got to see my little sister and watch her flourish." I smile and look at his face and I take in his features.

His hazel eyes compliments his soft brown hair. His cheek bones and jawline are defined. The little beauty spots that dot his face complete his look along with his deep dimples. Dad had the same. "I always wanted to come back. I really did. I never knew our parents passed away up until recently when I had moved to New York after I left my mother, your aunt. Ever since then I planned on meeting you, then I saw you moved back to London and I left my home to see you. I'm planning on moving here, that's if you stay too." He looks at me with so much hope and I find myself nodding. "I'll stay Theo." We both extend our pinkies for a pinky promise. He hooks his with mine.

"I promise." We say in unison.

After we spoke, he told me more about what I've missed out on in his life and I told him mine. I found out that he has a girlfriend and a little baby back in New York waiting for the go ahead to make their way to London, he said he'll call to tell them to come down in a couple of weeks but let them know that he found me although for now he wants to catch up with me. Obviously I also found out he used to race, illegally of course though he never told me why he stopped. Well all I'm saying, it runs in the blood.

We bond for hours on end, till I hear my phone beeping.

I smirk at my brother, "Let's go." He scratches his head. "What where are we going?"

"For a drive." I grab my keys and we head for the front door.