The Dimentions Legend: Beyond the known (Re-writing old Chapters)

Chapter Eight.

Sky

We climbed down the window in my room. Who is he? Who is he really? All the papers and files in my hands are made too well to be forged, birth certificates, blood examinations, everything says that this guy that just lit his hand on fire is my brother, I'd casually say that's the coolest shit I've ever seen, but a stranger jumping on my roof kinda alters that doesn't it?

He looks so... astonished? Like my room was too strange, too new from what he normally sees.

Chill, chill I know what you're thinking. skY yOu iDIot lEtTinG a sTrAnGer wAndEr in yOUr hOuse, I know, weird.
But... something about him is different, why am I drawn to him? Why do I feel like I know him? Is this the whole "twin sensation" thingy?

"Are you hungry?" I break the silence.

"A little," he answers me after a bit of time.

"I'll order us pizza." I grab my phone and then hear the most mind-blowing question.

"What's pi-zza?

W h a t?

"You've never had pizza?!" I ask so surprised, where the heck was he raised? He doesn't even know what a pizza is? Wow.

"You'll try it now," I say trying not to bring my natural immature self out yet.

I dialed in the closest pizza shop and ordered three classic types of pizza, margarita, pepperoni, and another margarita because who doesn't love some cheese?

I put my phone down and sat down on my chair.
"Set down," I told him.

"Where?"

"Just on the bed behind you." I pointed at the bed.

"Ok, now tell me everything." I stretched my back, waiting to hear the craziest story ever in five, four, three, two, one
BAM!
He starts talking.

BAM!
The doctor took him away when we were newborns.

BAM!
He was raised in a different dimension.

BAM!
He's something called "Powerholder" which basically means a superhero in nerd language -which I'm very fluent at-

BAM!
My mother hid it all from me.

TRRRRRRRR

"What was that?" He gets up from the bed, very alarmed, I can tell he was two seconds away from doing that firey thing again.

"Relax!" I say.
"It's just the pizza delivery guy." I get up and walk downstairs towards the front door.

I greet the pizza man, take the pizza, pay, and give a little tip.
I know how it is working in this job.
To stay in this good neighborhood I found myself a job to cut our money spending a little short.
Dad bought this house before he died, however when he did die my mom had to work double the time she usually does just so we can pay our bills and have enough food to keep us up and running.
I had to work after school myself so I wouldn't ever have to ask her for money if I wanted something, I'd say that's a very mature thing but somehow I'm very very immature; mature is just way too boring for my taste.