What you waiting for?!

When I was 15, I was sent to a home somewhere in California where I came across a foster brother called Jace. Jace wouldn't leave me alone, he was curious about me, his parents had never done this before, so he had to quell his curiosity. he was around my age and a fellow nerd. He wanted to know why I was depressed and he kept pestering me until finally I snapped, I yelled and punched him in the face, he had caught the rest of my hits with ease and just pulled me in for a hug. I crumbled and cried into him, releasing the unshed years for my twins death. After that we got on like a house on fire, he was a street fighter and unwilling to teach me. One day he caught me singing in the shower, he wanted to learn so I struck a deal with him. He'd teach me how to fight if I taught him how to sing. Its three years later and both of us lead triple (yeah triple) lives. A pop star (we sing together- duets and the like), a street fighter (we both remain unbeaten champions), and the school nerds...