"How was school pumpkin?"My dad asked his voice lacking the enthusiasm it often had.

As soon as I walked through that door that was the first thing he said to me.

I tried to sneak past the living room and up the stairs but before that happened; he said it.

The words that could make a person's day or set off a nuclear bomb.

But, I knowing that playing dumb could save lives I just...

"It was great. Met some people..."

"Oh so your face met somebody's fist?"He demanded.

I sighed deeply and made my way into the dining room meeting their disappointed faces.

"I get that these things happen all the time but they're getting out of hand."

I removed my cap placing it on the dining table and heard my mother's startled gasp.

She saw the black eye and cut lip of course.

"Chloe, this is too much."My mom said getting up out of her seat.

She stepped up in front of me and cupped my face a tear falling down her cheek.

Feeling guilty I looked down taking interest in my tommees.

Her hand fell and she took a step back.

The silence was gnawing at me.

I knew what I did was wrong, but they'd never actually confronted me about it.

I raised my eyes a bit awaiting a punishment but nothing came.

They left.

~Simon's P.O.V

"Young man!I did not raise you to be like this.I expected better from you."My mother said roughly.

I nearly pissed myself when I first saw her.

Her hair was up in a ponytail. And when it's in a ponytail you know she's pissed.

The last time her hair was in a pony tail she whipped my older brother Noah's ass with a broom.

It was funny to watch at first, but when she saw that I was watching; she threatened to beat me with it.

My dad had been quiet the entire time just nodding his head submissively.

Alright, let me be completely honest here.

My mom wears the pants in this family.

And we're all terrified of her, especially me.

My dad wasn't scared of her.

Obviously because he married her.

And because he had three blackbelts but he preferred to stay home to cook for us.

And man he was the best cook.

He raised a finger to speak but she pinched his lips in between her two fingers.

"And another thing. I have told you many times to stay away from that boy Axel."

I nodded my head in understanding.

"But mom he offended Chloe."

She furrowed her already furrowed eyebrows, "I love that girl Simon but I think she can defend herself."

I opened my mouth to speak but I was interrupted again, "You are eighteen years old! I'm proud you took initiative!But you nearly got expelled!"

Confused I raised my eyebrows, why would she be proud?

She didn't sound proud, she was yelling at me the entire time.

Crazy bipolar lady.

"Please tell me that you won at least."She said her deathly glare burning my soul like acid.

"Well...the fight was broken off before we even finished."I stuttered scared of what she would do.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked back up sharply.

"Fine!Let's just say that you won! My boys are fighters and they will always win! For we are descendents of Spar-"

"Sparta."I finished for her.

She said this all the time.

Whenever I got a bad grade she'd say it.

Whenever I'd go for a school trip she'd say it.

Whenever I'd go to the bathroom and I was constipated she'd say it.

Damn my life was full of this.

Well we are Greek in some way.

My great grand parents were Greek and in fact from Spartan heritage.

But that died down some decades later.

She bent over from her side of the table smiling and pinched my cheeks.

Her biceps flexed and her tattoos bulged as she did so and I cringed with all my essence.

"Mom...stop."I said my voice muffled.

It hurt because of my missing tooth.

"You're my baby boy. Don't you ever forget it." She said slapping me playfully.

I managed a smile seeing that the mood had changed.

Even my dad was smiling again.

"I'm sorry dad, please don't take away my Army Bomb."I pleaded and he nodded smiling again.

"It's okay Simon. I made some Kimbap!"He said getting up from the table excitedly.

My smile widened because that was my favorite dish by him.

My mouth drooled and I got dizzy imagining it.

Imagining the spices seeping into my tongue and the amazing aroma filling my nostrils.

I could almost taste it.

~Chloe's P.O.V

So I cried myself to sleep.

But I was woken up in the middle of the night by a light tapping on my bedroom window.

I rubbed my painful eyes and wiped the snot from my nose on my sleeve.

I tried my best to walk in the dark to the window in the first place.

I opened the curtain slightly.

It took a second for me to process what I was seeing, but it was none other than my best friend Simon with an oddly shaped stomach.

He was crouched on the window pane holding on for dear life and kept looking down then back up.

I unlocked the window and pulled it up.

I helped him in and watched as he tripped on air and fell on his back.

A boulder was on his stomach and he stayed down laughing lowly.

I flipped the switch of the lamp beside me and laughed at myself for thinking he was pregnant.

"Simon. What are you doing here?"

He got up slowly and unlooped his arms from the backpack and put it on the bed.

He just smiled at me and his smile turned into a frown.

"Sunflower what happened?"He asked worry forming on his face.

He saw the dried tears.

But now I really felt like crying remembering what happened.

"My parents confronted me and before they could say anything they left me."I stated reliving the trauma.

He pulled me into his embrace and I rested my head on his shoulder fighting back the tears.

He patted my head and rubbed my back soothingly.

"Don't cry snowflake. You'll be fine. Parents leave... all the time?"

The last part he said in a question which made me laugh.

I lifted my head slowly and continued to laugh.

"Why are you here Xanny?"I asked.

"Well..." He said opening his back pack taking out a set of chopsticks and two securely cling wrapped bowls of noodles.

My heart lit up and everything wasn't so grey any more.

"Let's call it telepathy."

I still don't know how he does it.

He knows evertime when I'm sad and he comes with something to cheer me up.

We are the telepathic twins from different mothers.

And different fathers.

And different hospitals altogether.

And different neighbourhoods.

Whatever.

We were born on the same day.