Aspen's Brother

Chapter one

Being a celebrity isn't all it's cut out to be. Being the identical twin of one isn't either.

When I was born I was named Theodore Hart. When I was five, I was dubbed Theo by my brother Aspen. In return, I called him ass- my five year old self not aware of its meaning. My mom was quick to explain it too me. Despite a long speech about "Nice Words vs. Not Nice Words," I continued to call him Ass until we were seven.

Now I'm seventeen years old, and apparently named Romeo Fæ (Pronounced Fay- spelled like that because my mom thought it was cool and romantic.) I also currently have a brand new hair color, that was forced upon by mother dearest, to make me look less like Aspen.

Aspen and I have a few rules: I would wear glasses. He would wear contacts. I stayed clean shaven. He had a small beard. I would keep my hair thick. He rocked a buzz cut. With all these subtle differences we no longer looked like twins.

Once in a while someone might say, I looked like Aspen, but those times were rare and the questions were easily deflected with striking a pose and imitating his fake British accent that apparently increased his fan clubs. Then they'd start laughing and get distracted.

I'd grown to hate Aspen's Fan Clubs. Before I dyed my hair and when I still looked identical to Aspen, I was constantly chased by fangirls begging me to sing a song, look at them, sign their boobs and other retarded shit. That's probably why I didn't slit my Mom's throat when, unbeknownst to me, she asked my hairstylist to dye my hair.

The only good thing about his fan club was reading fanfics about himself with Aspen. I swear I almost choked reading one that was most definitely R-rated. One night we actually went as far as to make a fan account and write a fan-fiction about him and his sexy voice. I believe we titled it 'Sexy Voice'.

'Sexy Voice' had no plot. It just described all the great attributes to Aspen from the point of of a desperately in love chick. We made her a total airhead, so for every three things about Aspen, there was one attribute 'Sexy Voice'.

The most surprising thing about the fanfic was the amount of votes and the comments. There was this one user, Aspen'sShmexyArmpits that kept commenting things like 'Aspen's boogers look yummy' or the occasional 'Daddddy!'

Of course this all happened before.

Now, Aspen and I don't talk. It's better that way. I won't ever bump into Sadie if I never step foot in his room. Sometimes, I miss him. Usually I don't, not after what he did to me.
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"Hello, Mr. Quelling . Yes, he's upstairs. Would you like me to get him?" Another person here for Aspen. I thought we were going to pretend he didn't live here. "Romeo, come down. There's someone I'd like you to meet." Was the man here for me?

I raced down the steps. There was a short man standing in the living room. He had a beard and a mustache. When he spoke, he revealed a thick accent I couldn't quite identify. "Pleased to meet you. I am Headmaster Quelling from Quelling Academy of Fine Young Men and Women." I shook his hand, confused.

"That's to be your new school," My mom whispered to me. "It's in France but people from all over the world go there. You start next week."