I wave my hand on the bathroom mirror to smear the fog away.

Definitely feel a lot better after that afternoon workout. I've been feeling...pent up lately. Somethings been weighing on me and I can't seem to shake what it is.

I look at myself in the reflection. My blonde hair looks dark as it falls down in front and around my face.

I laugh to myself. I look exactly like Hayden.

Looking down at my body, I examine my tattoos against my ribs. If only my parents knew that I'm more like Hayden then they think. The thought both saddens and excites me.

They're so scared of me being like him but it's like they don't realize that they birthed twins. Two halves of a whole. He is me and I am him. Even if that terrifies them. Even if that terrifies him.

Okay, enough self reflection. I need some distraction from my inner mind.

I walk out of the bathroom and into my joint bedroom, pulling out some grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

I pick up my phone that's resting on my bedside table and scroll through my missed messages.

Snapchat: SexyLexy😘 sent you a photo

NiceASHhole: Can't tonight buddy, have to help my Nonno

I groan, pushing my wet hair out of my face. I angrily open Ashers message and begin typing away.

Me: You and I both know you don't have to. Your Nonno is a machine. He's fine. Come over. Now.

NiceASHhole: LOL You don't hear no a lot, do you? Here's some practice for ya – NO.

Me: I'm BORED. How can you do this to me?

I huff out a breath of air and stomp out of my room. Asher's been acting weird lately. The past few days he's been making excuses not to come to the house. He's constantly here so yeah, I take notice.

Was it my parents fault? They've been on mine and Hayd's case a lot recently. I can see why he wouldn't want to be around it.

It's just ANNOYING because I really really like it when he's here. He shuts my brain talk off. Asher makes everything...silent.

There's only ever been one other person to do that and they can't stand being around me for longer than ten minutes.

I knock on Hayden's door before turning the door handle and walking straight in.

"Jesus, fuck!" Hayden hunches forward, closing the open browser on his desktop computer.

"Too late. I know you're into furry porn now." I say flopping on his bed.

"You're a fucking idiot." He bites at me, pulling up his black joggers. "I wasn't watching furry porn." He scoffs.

I lay on my side, propping my head up with my hand. "Oh yeah, then what was it?"

"I guess you'll never know." He said leaning back in his chair, smirking at me.

"You're no fun. I should know these things. We're twins - I should know everything about you."

Hayden shrugs. "I like what you like, baby brother." He winks.

I grit my teeth. It's no secret that Hayden typically always gains the attention from the girls that I like. I lucked out with Lex but somewhere in me knows she'll probably gravitate to him sooner or later too. Hayden just has something about him. It's that broody, mysterious type of allure that I definitely don't have.

I talk too much, make way too many jokes and I love personal touch. I'm a lot. Only so many people can handle me.

"I seriously doubt that." I shake my head, laying flat on my back and looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, I'm almost positive." He laughs to himself. What could he mean by that? Sounds like a double meaning that I'm way too lazy to figure out.

Hayden walks over to me and lays down beside me on the bed.

I close my eyes to breathe in his presence. As much as he grinds my gears, I sure do love being near him.

I wrap my arm across his chest and throw my leg around his waist, pulling him in closer to me.

His body tenses for a few seconds but soon after, he relaxes under my touch, laying his arm around my back.

He may act like he hates me but I know deep down, he loves it when we're alone. We can just be...us. Silent. At peace. One.

I no longer have to do, say or be anyone. I just am with him.

We stay like this for a while, just breathing in each other's presence until my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, balancing it on Haydens chest so I can look at the incoming message.

NiceASHhole: Be a normal person and jerk off

A laugh erupts from my mouth.

"You guys are so weird." Hayden shifts underneath me awkwardly. I hold tight so he can't be free.

"We're just besties." I hum, burying my face in his chest, secretly reminding myself to borrow his deodorant before I leave his room.

"Besties don't touch as much as you guys do. You're always touching each other." He rumbles below me.

"Twins also don't cuddle as much as we do. What's your point?" I nuzzle my face into his neck which makes him wince. He's always so ticklish there which makes me want to do it even more.

"You need a girlfriend." He groans.

"Got one." I breathe, wrapping my around his shoulders feeling more than comfortable. Yes, his neck is the sweet spot. I'll stay here for a while.

"Then you need one you actually like so you can stop crawling all over us."

"I do like Lex. And I hate to break it to you, Hayd, but I'm never going to stop. Not ever. No matter what. Stuck to you like glue. For life. Comes with the twin contract that you signed in the womb." I smile into his neck.

"You're annoying as fuck." He muttered.

I lift my head to look at his eyes. "What would you do without me, huh?" I smile, looking down at his adorable lip ring. Wish I had one of those.

He pauses. I got him there. He loves me. Knew it.

"You're stuck with me, kid." I bury my face back into his neck. "19 years going on forever." I smile.

"Yeah, whatever." He groans, tightening his hold around my waist.

I place my lips on his pulsepoint against his neck so I can feel his heartbeat. Feels nice against my lips. It immediately calms me down.

"I'm sorry Mom and Dad gave you a hard time the other day." I breathe. "Hate when they do that."

I can feel him tense underneath me. He hates talking about this stuff but I have to. My mind won't shut off until I do.

"Yeah, what's new?" He shrugs. "I'll be able to save up enough at the studio over the next year and then I'll move out. I've got a plan."

I bite into his neck as hard as I can.

"Oh! What the fuck!?" He yells, attempting to pull me off.

I unlatch my teeth and wipe off the drool that pooled around my lips. "There's no fucking way you're moving out without me."

"You're fucking leaving for school in January. What do you care?"

"I care, Hayd. I care a shit tonne. You can't just move away without notifying me."

"I'm telling you now, aren't I? Fuck, get off. I'm over this." He turns his hips below me to knock me off but nuh uh, ain't happening. I squeeze my legs around his waist, locking me on.

"Wherever you go, I go. You got that?" I ask.

He stops squirming and narrows his eyes at me. "Oh, so you're the only one allowed to move on with his life? I'm the twin that gets stuck behind?"

"What? No. I just–"

"I've got to get my life together, Cam. I've got to do something."

"And I get that. I just don't want you to think you have to do it alone. I'm here even when I'm gone. You move, I want to come with you."

"Why?" He says sitting up, our faces inches apart. I see the questioning in his eyes and it hurts my heart.

"Why? Don't you get it? We're a packaged deal. What'd I just say before? You're stuck to me like glue. Remember?" I shake my head. I push his chest back down so he hits his back on the bed.

"Yeah." He rolls his eyes. We both lift our hands and run our fingers through our hair at the same time.

"Yeah." I smile down at him.

"Start saving now then." He huffs. "I'm not paying for your rent."

I shrug, laying back down on his chest. "Fine, whatever. I'll pay. And Ash will pay his portion too, it'll be great." I flop over on the bed beside him and reach my hand out to feel for the converter.

"Ash is coming too?"

I laugh obnoxiously. "You think we'd move without him? Come on. He's our third."

I flick on the TV across from us that hangs up on the wall.

"Yeah...our third." Hayden mutters.

I smile and nod. "I can see it now." Warmth spreads across my chest imagining it. "It's a warm sunny morning on a Saturday. You're in the kitchen reading the morning paper–"

"I'm 60 years old in your daydream?" Hayden asks.

"Shut up," I continue. "I walk into the kitchen, yawning and stretching after a beautiful nights rest from our snuggle pile. Ash is busy cooking us some bacon and eggs. I give him a squeeze on his cheeks as he passes me a hot cup of joe–"

"You want to squeeze his cheeks?"

"Not his face cheeks - his ass. Will you shut up? You're throwing me off." I huff.

"Where is your girlfriend in all of this?"

My smile drops. Oh yeah. I forgot about that.

"Yeah, you're so fucked." Hayden laughs softly, pulling me close into his side. "What are we watching?"

I flick the TV on and punch in my favorite show – Greys Anatomy.

I think it's safe to say I learnt my lesson. "Shutting up" doesn't sound so bad.

Hayden groans. "Isn't everyone dead in this show already?"

I gasp dramatically. "Don't you dare say that. I'm just getting over the plane crash. You know this."

I can feel Hayden lightly laugh underneath me before he pulls me in close.

A/N: Cameron is such a touchy little sunshine ray and I'm obsessed with it.