You Have a Twin?!

Early Morning Maddness

Fang's POV
I feel something near my ears. I swat at whatever, probably missing by a mile considering I'm still almost completely asleep. "LA LA LA!"My eyes snap open and I jump up with a yelp, ripping the earbuds out of my ears. I glare down at the floor right beside my bed. Ryan is on the floor, dying of laugher. "Ryan! ¡Voy a matarte!" Ryan is up and running from my room with me right on his tail. He's still laughing! "BOYS! IT'S 6 IN THE MORNING!!!! BE QUIET!!" Abuela screams at us from her bedroom doorway. "Don't yell at me! Yell at Ryan! He's the idiot who blasted Shakira in my ears!" I yell back, chasing a still laughing Ryan around the living room. "You shouldn't have music on your phone if you don't want it blasted!" Ryan laughs. I stop following him and go to where I knew he would go, around the couch. My twin doesn't have time to react before I grab him and lightly body slam him to the floor. "Ow" Ryan groans. "I don't want my music blasted in my ears at 6 in the morning, in the summer." I say getting off of my twin and walking back to my room. Abuela is standing in her doorway, arms crossed, "Did you break your brother?" "Maybe?" I answer with a shrug as I continue to my room. That's when something hits the back of my head. "Ow! Hey!" I shout, turning around, hand on the back of my head. I look behind me and see Abuelo's slipper. I also see the other one in Abuela's hand with a look that could kill. I put my hands up in the universal surrender gesture. She just points to the living room and I'm hurrying back. I don't want to the other slipper thrown at my head. "Sidekick, you okay?" "Perché mi occuperesti?!" Ryan yells from the floor. "¿Qué?" Ryan glares at me, "Learn Italian damnit!" "Language Sidekick." I say, taking a seat on one of the chairs, grabbing the TV remote. "No, I get the TV! You body slammed me!" "You woke me up at 6 am and destroyed my eardrums in the process. I get the TV." Ryan stands in front of me and says, "Boy, we about to fight." I roll my eyes and hand him the remote. Ryan takes it but gives me a confused look, "Fang, are you feeling okay? You never hand over the remote that easy." "Abuela has Abuelo's slippers." I say simply, sinking further into the chair. Ryan's eyes go wide as he throws himself into the chair next to me, also sinking lower. The back of our heads are no longer black haired targets. Ryan turns on the TV and puts on the cooking channel. I get his attention then glance at his stomach, "You hungry bro?" Ryan shrugs, but his stomach growls. "Okay, maybe a little." I roll my eyes and get up, hands on the back of my head and neck. "Let's go Italian-Boy," I say heading to the kitchen. "Fang, you're half Italian too, idiot." "COULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP FOR GOD'S SAKE?!?!" A very angry looking Nudge screams, intercepting us on our journey to find food. "I thought you were having a sleepover with Ella." I ask, totally confused on why she's here. "She did. Plans changed though so we slept here. Got a problem with that Fangy boy?" Ella growls, coming up behind my adopted sister. "Ella, go back to sleep." I say, eye slightly twitching. "We'd love to; however, YOU IDIOTS WON'T SHUT UP!" Ella yells. I hold up my hand with my thumb and index finger almost touching, "Ella, I'm this close to dragging you back to Nudge's room and smothering you with a pillow." "I'd like to see you try Fangy boy." Max's half sister replies. "Ella Marie Martinez! Stop harassing my fiancé at 6 in the morning! Fang Cortez! Stop threatening my sister at 6 in the morning!" Max snaps, showing up behind the younger girls. "Oh come on! How many teenagers are in this house?!" I huff, throwing my hands up in defeat as I walk around the girls to get to the kitchen. "Oh please. Fang you know you like the fact Max slept over." Ella sneers. She's only like this if she's still half asleep. Any other time, her filter is on and she's actually a sweet girl. "But she wasn't with me," I mumble so no one hears me. I'm actually quite clingy, but Max doesn't mind. She likes it when we cuddle, and so do I. "Ow!" Ella whines right after I hear a slap. I look back and see Max glaring at her little sister before she walks past her to catch up to me. "Morning handsome," she says in a sing-song voice. "Morning beautiful," I reply with a little chuckle. Max kisses my cheek and grabs my hand as we walk into the kitchen. "I'm not cooking or making food for anyone other than Max and myself." I say as soon as I hear Nudge take a breath. "Oh, come on! Be a good big brother and make your baby sister and her best friend breakfast." The chocolate colored girl whines. "Not to mention, your baby sister's best friend is your fiancé's baby sister." Ella chimes in. I look at Max, but she just shrugs. "Fine," I groan, letting go of Max's hand to grab a skillet and the eggs. "Fried eggs. If you complain, I will eat your eggs and you have to have cereal. Ryan go ask the devil and her husband if they want any eggs please." I say without looking at the others. As soon as I put the eggs down, something hits my head, and it feels like a slipper. I whip around and see both of my grandparents standing beside the others. Abuela has her hand out to take the other slipper Abuelo is offering her. "Um, can I say I didn't mean it?" I ask nervously, I already know the answer. I put my hands in front of my face just in time to save it from getting hit with an old slipper. With my hands over my face, I don't see Abuela throw one of her own slippers, but I sure do feel it, right where the sun don't shine. I fall to the floor groaning, "¡Ay! ¿Por qué lo echarías allí? ¡Por el amor de Dios mujer! ¿No quieres nietos?" "You called me a devil. Yes, I would like an egg, thank you Nieto pequeño." I groan as I painfully stand up. I look at Ryan and Nudge for support, but they just shrug. I then glare at them when I see the little smirks on their faces. "I'm going to poison you two." I say directly to them then turn around, and start cooking. They nervously laugh. "You think I'm kidding?" I ask, not bothering to face them. "Fang! I still have my other slipper!" Abuela snaps, causing me to yelp, "Yes ma'am!" I hear Max and Ella giggle. I roll my eyes as I put some butter on the hot skillet. Making breakfast is pretty much uneventful, except that I got burnt multiple times whenever the melted butter popped. At least they waited for me to sit down with my own food to start eating. I eat, not listening to any of the conversation. My mind is elsewhere, thinking about things I shouldn't. My eyes go from the fork in my left hand to my right wrist that's resting on the table. I don't have my bracelet on. The one I always wear in public to hide the ugly scar. I learned the hard way that if people saw it they would think I tried to kill myself. I'm constantly thinking about that day. I always think of ways it could've gone better. If I had just pulled Mamá out of the way, Ryan and I wouldn't have been separated. She would still be alive. I'd actually have had a mom to take care of me. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandparents, but I just wish she was here. I let out a silent sigh as I swallow the last bit of my egg. I stand and take mine and everyone's plates to the sink. That's when I notice the silence. I turn my head and see all but two people looking at the table with worried looks, Max and Ryan look at me with worried looks instead. "What?" I ask, though I think I know what they are thinking. "Fang, are you okay?" Max asks. She knows about my past now, all my friends do. Ryan told them on accident. Somehow Max still loves a father-murdering guy, and the others still accept me. I nod and fake a smile, something I'm good at, as I say, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. It is pretty early for me in the summer." Max still looks sad, but she nods. I go back to doing the dishes looking at my scar. I have other scars, but they are all hidden by my clothes, my wrist is the only noticeable one. I hear my family and future family leave the dining room/kitchen area, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I silently sigh again. When will this morning be over?

(A/N: I am not from Hispanic heritage, so all of my info about things, like throwing shoes at peoples heads for example, comes from one of my friends. And I've said before that I use Google Translate for any Spanish and Italian. I do not mean to offend anyone with this fanfiction. If you have any suggestions on how to make this a more authentic in the family department, I'm happy to receive them. Thank you for reading this story!)

Translations: (from Google Translate)
Ryan! ¡Voy a matarte! - Ryan! I am going to kill you!
Perché mi occuperesti?! - Why would you body slam me?!
¿Qué? - What?
¡Ay! ¿Por qué lo echarías allí? ¡Por el amor de Dios mujer! ¿No quieres nietos? - Ouch! Why would you throw it there! For the love of God woman! Do you not want grandkids!
Nieto pequeño - little grandson