You Have a Twin?!

What are you doing here?

Ryan's POV

"This is a bad idea Ryan!" Fang says from the passenger seat.

"I agree with Fang. That's bad! We never agree on shit!" Jackson says from the backseat. Fang points to him and nods his head.

"Look, I need help packing up my room alright! You both agreed you'd help me!  So both of you grow a pair and shut up!" I snap, turning the volume up louder.

"Stop turning up the radio! My car is vibrating from the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack!" Fang snaps, turning the volume back down.

"Ryan brake!" Jackson yells.

"I know!"

"Ryan, please do your future sister-in-law a favor and pull into that Gas station," Max asks politely. I do as she asks. She gets out then, opens each door and drag us guys out by our ears.

"What was that for?" Jackson and Fang snap.

Max takes a breath and both boys back up until they are up against the car, "You all need to stop arguing! We are going to be watched like we're food. Do you really think that your mother's side won't forcibly keep Ryan at their place if you show any sign of arguing?! Now, we will act like we aren't freaking out. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," we all say.

"Good. Now, I'm driving," Max says swiping Fang's keys from my hand.

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I lead the way up to the door and pull out my keys. I unlock the front door and am greeted by a bird flying for my face. I raise my hand, causing the flying demon to squawk and fly back to his birdcage fashioned Hellhole.

"That thing is still alive?" Fang asks from behind me.

"Sadly," I sigh. Then roll my eyes as I hear a gun cock, "And Nonno still has that B.B. gun he painted to look like a rifle," I say loudly.

"Oh Ryan! Avresti dovuto dire che eri tu quando hai aperto la porta! Bentornato a casa, ragazzo mio!" Nonno laughs, coming into view. He stops when he see Fang right behind me.

"What are you doing here?" He sneers.

"He is here to help me pack up my stuff. I'm moving in with Abuelo and Abuela. Before you try to stop me, there are 22 days until my 18th Birthday."

"22 days left until then Ryan. I'm forbidding you from leaving or packing until then," The Italian me says sternly.

"Um, I know I'm that last person you want to talk to, but could I please talk to you? You and Nonna? Alone? Please?" Fang surprises everyone by asking.

Nonno thinks for a moment, then he nods. Fang pushes past me to go where he's directed, but I grab his shirt and pull him back, "What are you doing?" I whisper.

"Trust me. Oh and if I were you, I'd try to start packing," Fang whispers back before following our mother's father.

"Please tell me Fang isn't about to be murdered," Max says worriedly.

"I actually have no idea," I say frowning. I shake my head and sigh, "Come on, let's start packing."

I lead Max and Jackson through the house to my room. It's kinda small. A twin bed with one pillow and an old comforter. A wooden dresser right next to my very small closet that only hold my nice clothes and my three jackets. Oh and it holds a suitcase that I have to fit all my clothes inside.

"Wow, this is tiny," Jackson says. Awkwardly standing by the door. 3 people can't comfortably fit inside here. I look at him a shrug.

"Come let's get started. It's kinda a good thing most of your things are your wall decorations," Max says eyeing the walls completely covered in posters, flags, postcards, pictures, drawing, etc. I shrug again as I grab the suitcase.

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Fang's POV

"What do you want?" My mother's mother snaps from a recliner in the family room. It's bigger than Abuelo and Abuela's, but that makes sense since this half of the family is huge.

"I, uh," I start, but then I'm yelled at.

"Answer her monello!"

My head snaps to my Italian grandfather and I glare as I say, "I am not a brat. I am the child of your daughter. You give respect to Ryan, but not to me. That doesn't make any sense considering we are identical twins! If you hate me just because I look like Antonio Cortez, then you should hate Ryan as well!"

"I will not be yelled at in my own home!" The woman yells.

"Perché mi odi?! Cosa vedi in me che ti ricorda di lui?" I yell.

She rolls her eyes and says, "Quindi hai usato un'app di traduzione per imparare l'italiano, quindi cosa?"

I bite my lip, holding back tears. They won't even give me a chance. I take a shaky breath and say, "I didn't use a translation app. Soy fluido en tres idiomas. Se tu provassi effettivamente ad essere parte della mia vita, lo sapresti."  The old couple's eyes go wide. "Ryan is going to live with me. He always comes over during the summer anyway. And when he turns 18, he is able to choose who he lives with. I'm sorry that you are losing both of Teresa's children in your lives," I say then I turn and leave them, mouths hanging open. I make it to Ryan's room and see they are all done. "You guys ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," Ryan says, grabbing his suitcase. Max and Jackson both have their arms full of the objects that used to cover the now bare walls. I end up opening and closing all the doors that are needed.

I pass a bedroom door that suddenly opens and before I even know what's happening, I'm shoved up against the wall.

"Fang!"

"Fang!"

"Zanna!" The other three gasp in shock.

"Fang? That's what you decided to go with Nicolas? God, you really are a freak aren't you!" Andrea laughs evilly, then he actually spits on my face. I don't show any emotion, I won't give him that satisfaction. "What? Papi got your tongue? I bet you're just like him. Bet you beat on that girl too. Why? Angry cause she's pregnant from you raping her? I know you can tell, look at her. You made a pretty little thing fat," Andrea sneers and that's when I lose it.

I push him off of me and hold him against the wall, by his throat. "Don't you ever disrespect my fiancé like that. Don't you ever say I raped her or anyone. Don't you ever compare me to my father. Or I will beat you until you're begging for me to stop," I snap. I bring my knee up and hit him hard. My cousin crumbles to the floor. "We don't want any little Andreas running around, trust me," I snap turn to the others. They say nothing, just walk out the door and load the car. I open the door to the passenger side when I'm attacked by a small figure with long, silky hair.

"Thank you," Max whispers to me. A small smile appears on my face as I push my face into her neck. "I love you Nicolas Colmillo Cortez," she laughs.

"I love you Maximum Ride," I say then kiss her neck softly.

"Come on Zanna, let's go home," Ryan says from the driver's seat.

"Yeah, let's go home."
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Translations:

Avresti dovuto dire che eri tu quando hai aperto la porta! Bentornato a casa, ragazzo mio! (Italian) - You should have said it was you when you opened the door! Welcome home my boy!

monello (Italian) - brat.

Perché mi odi?! Cosa vedi in me che ti ricorda di lui? (Italian) - Why do you hate me?! What do you see in me that reminds you of him?

Quindi hai usato un'app di traduzione per imparare l'italiano, quindi cosa? (Italian) - So you used a translation app to learn Italian, so what.

Soy fluido en tres idiomas. (Spanish) - I am fluent in three languages. 

Se tu provassi effettivamente ad essere parte della mia vita, lo sapresti. (Italian) - If you actually tried to be apart of my life, you would know that.