Do you want to know what the most wonderful feeling in the world is? Here, I'll tell you.... getting woken up at 3 am, let me repeat, THREE AM, on a Saturday. SATURDAY, by a screaming banshee yelling like the house is on fire.
Ok, so maybe I was over reacting. It wasn't a screaming banshee that woke me up, no it was much much worse.
It was my dearest, most loving and caring brother Casper (note the sarcasm) . Yes, his name is Casper.
You see, growing up in a house full of boys, and having four brothers, three of which are triplets, and the other one is my twin, is a very interesting experience.
But I can guarantee that my life will never be boring.
"Casper you fat ass, get the hell off of me" I groan attempting to push him off me. My attempts were futile because of my sleep educed state.
I was greeted by an amused chuckle as he rolled off and laid on the bed beside me.
With an exaggerated groan I opened my eyes squinting as my eyes adjusted to the dark room.
Turning my head I looked over at my brother who was grinning at me wickedly.
Oh no. Not this again. I mentally sighed. Here we go again.
I prepared myself by slamming my hands over my ears as he began to belt out 'happy birthday to you' at the top of his lungs in a very high pitched and off tune voice.
This was his tradition. To wake me up at exactly 3:00am then belt the song five times and then give me a bear hug at exactly 3:16am (the time I was born) and tell me how much he loves me.
Then I would return his greetings by giving him a present at exactly 3:35am (the time he was born) and then we would watch scary movies on Netflix until it was time for school.
If you haven't already figured it out, Casper is indeed my twin brother. Number one of four.
With a sigh I layed down beside him shoving my hand into the bowl of popcorn as he turned on The Grudge.
30 minutes into the movie he broke the silence. He muted the show turning completely towards me.
"16 years." he stated with a whistle.
I nodded thoughtfully.
"Are you excited to finally find your mate?" I asked grinning widely as excitement filled my pores.
I smirked as he blushed before grinning cheekily.
"Hell ya!" he whooped throwing his hand up in the air causing me to burst out laughing.
Just as I had calmed down he repeated my question.
"Are you excited to find your mate?"
I paused looking into his eyes, the only thing that could tell us apart. well apart from the fact that we're different genders!
We both had sea green eyes but mine held more of a silvery green instead of pure like his.
"Well, yeah of course I am" I responded my voice clear if emotion.
He gave me a flat look "Cel, you can't lie to me I'm your twin. I know you."
I sighed avoiding his eyes. " I am excited but I can't help but feel nervous, you know? What if doesn't want me or I'm not good enough? What if I'm to ugly or fat for him? What if-"
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*ON HOLD* Broken Binds
Werewolf***Originally called Rules are meant to be Broken*** *( sequel to Being my Enemies Mate. DO NOT have to read the first story to understand this one. )* what happens if your mate turns out to be the one thing were wolfs hate the most? what happens if...