Four Seasons

The loud, repetitive thud of Karter's hip hop music echoed in my room, bringing me out of my very sexual dreams and taking me away from my beauty sleep. Groaning, I rolled over, squinting at my alarm clock which currently read 6:35 in bold red writing. 

"KARTER!" I yelled, hoping he would hear me and be a sweet, considerate twin brother and turn the volume down, or better yet, off. Squeezing my eyes shut and pulling my plump pillow from under my head, I slammed it down on my face, letting out an exasperated sigh. Sweet and considerate were definitely two words that would never make it into words that described my twin. He and I were polar opposites. While he was tall, tan and muscular, I was short, pale and toned. To me, muscular and toned were almost the same, but his friends insisted they weren't and that I looked almost anorexic. To say I was insecure about myself would have to be the understatement of the year. I hid behind my hair and my books for fear that I'd break completely from the taunts and jeers thrown my way every now and then. Karter's way of being 'considerate' however, meant that he was extremely protective of me. He always threatened guys to stay away from me after my nasty break up with Liam. Since then he's never let me out of his sight.

Although at college we hung out with completely different people, I was always within his range incase he thought someone was getting too close for his liking. At almost age 18 however, the overprotective brother act was getting a tad bit annoying. I'd stupidly voiced my opinion a week ago, and suddenly he's become invisible. Distant. Reserved. Unavailable. I guess maybe that's why he was being a complete asshole at this very moment.

Five minutes later and still no change in the volume and I'd had enough. I hated when we fought, so growling low under my breath, I threw my covers back and quickly got out of bed. Flinging my door open and turning right I stalked down the hallway, planning on making my grand entrance when my hand paused over his door handle as I heard a very sexual moan followed by a grunt and a very low growl.

Oh my gosh. Please don't tell me he's having sex. Ew. Ew. Ew. I said to myself, mentally gagging as I tried but failed to keep images of him and his recent fling from entering my mind. 

"Unless you wish to see what's really happening Kallie, I suggest you make yourself useful and go make breakfast." he growled, his voice bouncing around in my mind. 

Blah, blah, blah. I chanted, wishing he would just go back to being my long lost best friend and not some guy with a stick up his ass, to put it nicely. Deciding his idea about breakfast was a surprisingly good one, I sauntered downstairs, pulling the bacon and eggs from the fridge as I passed and lighting the stove. 

Twenty minutes later, my breakfast finished and devoured, the small kitchen once again spotless and the frying pan drying in the drainer, I sat chugging my orange juice as Karter and what's her face shuffled into the kitchen. Trying my best not to bring back up my breakfast at the recent series of events that took place a moment ago, I decided to settle on a neutral topic that I knew would not spark his temper - the move.

"So Karter, are all your boxes sealed, labeled and ready to go?" I smirked, noticing he sported a few hickeys along his neck. He stretched his hands above his head, yawning as he muttered under his breath "Ah shit, I've got one more box to do..."

"What was that babe?" came an annoying voice from behind the opened fridge door. I had heard what Karter said perfectly fine, but obviously his human fuck buddy didn't. "He was speaking to me..." I trailed off, unsure of her name.

She stepped back to glance around the fridge door, her expression saying she had only just noticed me. "Oh, I didn't see you there..." she smirked, her eyes giving me the once over and immediately deciding I wasn't worth her time. "Babe," she continued, "what do you want for breakfast?"