Hi everyone! Welcome to my garden. Unlike most gardens, you won't find it filled with flowers or butterflies. Instead, you'll find one-shots and shot-stories based off of my longer fics along with chapters that were deleted from my longer fics.
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🌸Before you read🌸
🌸Fun Fact: the title of this part was what I wanted to name the entire short story, not Sibling Weekend. It was thrown out because when I was writing it, I realized that wasn't the main plot/idea/theme of this story (but, the incident that happens here is what inspired it all).
🌸Beware: you're going to meet a TON of siblings and characters that usually don't make an appearance in these things. Don't worry. It was only necessary because they play a game.
🌸Enjoy!
🌸Sibling Rivalry🌸
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"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Tami asked.
I looked up at the boy I was going to be spending the night with. Why my sister thought it was a good idea for me to be in the same room as the scary guy from 1-B was beyond me. There was no way I was going to sleep at all, not when he could snap me and half and kept a disgusted look on his face.
How was it my sister wasn't cowering in fear because of him? Shouldn't heroes always keep a smile on their face and make people feel safe? This guy clearly didn't do that. He just kept looking down at us. Maybe that was because he was a giant, but still. I didn't feel comfortable around him.
"I'm sure," he said, not taking his eyes on my sister. "I've got homework to work on. Besides, it'd be weird since I don't have any younger siblings like you and the others."
My sister probably nodded her head or something, but I just looked around the room. Each room was decorated in their own way, but Raiden's room was a bit weird. He had brown and black blankets and pillows on his bed with his dresser sitting right next to it. There wasn't anything else in his room. No pictures, no posters, not even a stuffed animal. The only thing he had in his room was a pile of weights and a huge bench press that was shoved to the opposite corner of his room.
Luckily, my green sleeping bag was away from that stuff. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally knock my head on that in the middle of the night.
