Jake's POV: Me and my brother were always together, inseparable, some may say. But that's only because of our past. Our parents were murdered when my brother and I were only eight years old. We only had each other, even now, ten years later, we still only have each other. Now if you looked at us, you wouldn't have known we were related unless we told you. Me, I have short light black hair and dark brown eyes. Now my brother, the total opposite, long, white hair and light gray eyes. How much more different could two brothers look! But not only that, but we're lovers, yes, that's right, my brother and I are lovers. Don't like it, then leave and move on with your life. Anyway, not only are our looks different but our personalities as well. My brothers name is Alexander, and he is the most calm, laid back person ever, not a care in the world. If you told to describe Alexander's personality in one word, it would be, careless. My personality is the exact opposite. I'm probably the most rage-filled, uptight, OCD, person you will ever meet. You even look at me the wrong way, I will kill or injure you.

Alexander's POV: My brother, Jake and I, live in an apartment in the city of Boston. We are not originally from Massachusetts, actually, we aren't even from the U.S. Originally we were born in Moscow, Russia, but two years later our parents moved to Boston, Mass. I myself do not know russian, I didn't want to, but my brother does, our father taught him. In fact I can tell when Jake is going on a rant because he rants in russian. But we aren't just brothers, we are also lovers. It can get complicated at times with Jake having his anger issues and him being a drama queen. Like today for example, I got home from work and I hear Jake in his room yelling and ranting about something in Russian. I walked into his room and stood in the doorway. "Jake stop ranting and tell me what's wrong." I said looking at him. He sighed and mumbled something in russian. "Nothing, nothing at all!" He yelled frustrated. "Jay, there is no need to yell at me, I did nothing." I knew what the problem was, Jake was an artist and when he couldn't figure out how to draw something, he had a moment. I looked down at the drawing he was working on, it was a drawing of a male neko, or cat creature. "Jay this drawing is amazing what are you mad about?" "No it's not, it's all wrong!" "Jake you are such a drama queen it's great." "Alex I'm telling you it's wrong!" I rolled my eyes and walked into his room and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Forget it Jay, now calm down." I whispered. I kissed him on the cheek and left his room. See what I mean, drama queen and anger issues.