They Belong To Me

Chapter One

Ring! Ring!

I roll my eyes at the iPhone sitting four feet away from me, lounging on my neatly made bed. 'Classic' is playing as a default ringtone, as a result there is no doubt in my mind about who is calling. I have no close friends who would take time to call me, much less call twice, or sixteen times in this numbers' case. This will be the seventeenth time a private number has rung me up in the last hour. Iv'e had a long day. Once the ringing ceased I made a pact.

If that rancid blocked number calls me one more darn flipping time, I will answer and give that piece of moldy potato skins a piece of my mind.

Personally, I have no problem with cursing, I just don't like to curse in my mind. I will curse at other people, but I don't deserve that.

When three hours had passed I was going out of my mind. I was pacing around my bedroom like an insane asylum patient in a white room with padded walls. With my arms wrapped around me like a tight hug, I rolled onto the floor to become a living burrito. Right as I was giving up on the number ever calling again, the familiar yet menacing

Ring! Ring!

filled my ears. I picked myself off the hard wood floor of my bedroom and sauntered over and held the glass and metal up to my ear.

  "Hello?"

The voice on the other end was of a man. Or a teenager, I couldn't really tell. All I could comprehend was that he was English, and I was American. How did an English guy know my number?

"Hello, Is this Alice Coffee?" He asked calmly as if he hadn't called seventeen other times.

"Y-yes." My voice was a little shakey. Partly because I hadn't spoken all day, but mostly because I was scared to death that a potential serial killer knew my name and number. "Who am I speaking with?"

"Thank God, I got the number right, I was about to give up. My name is Dan Howell, I'm twenty three, and I'm your brother," He replied. I didn't speak, not for an instant did I belive him.

"Ha ha, very funny Luke." I automatically assumed that it was my best friend. I twisted my brown hair around my right ring finger.

"Who's Luke? Is that your boyfriend?" Dan asked, his voice was becoming detached. That is something Luke would not say. Or would he?

"Wow, I'm not falling for that, how stupid do you think I am?" I hung up, shaking my head. Idiot. Then I remembered, Luke can't do an English accent worth Crap. I know, we've practiced over and over again. Is it possible that he miraculously learned? Doubtful. I glanced at my phone again, it wasn't ringing. Sitting down at my laptop I googled the name my supposed brother had.

Dan Howell.

That's when I knew I wasn't an only child.

His Hair

His eyes

The way his cheeks dimpled at the slightest hint of a smile

His naturally curly hair that I took note of from one google search.

Even the curve of his shoulders.

They all belonged to me.