"Up. Jay, up! Now!"

Have you ever wanted to stuff a sock down someone's throat and duct tape it there for good?

"Please Jay, JJ, Jamie... Oh for heaven's sake, please, Jameson!"

I have. Maybe even staple it on also just for good measures.

"I'll bring you to get your favourite mini doughnuts..."

Who does she think she is? Trying to bribe me with sweet, delicious, mouth-watering...

"Covered in chocolate..."

She is evil, only making this harder for me...

"Strawberries..."

Definitely hard. The little dreams coming into my mind right now would make any human blush so hard you'd be able to cook rashers off of them for a week.

"Maybe a crepe on the side...."

Ok, she has me... "Order it in advance so when we arrive it is ready, and you have yourself a deal."

The high-pitched squeal that follows my statement would make you think we lived near a bloody farm. Moving my pillow that I had used to smother myself with the moment Summer entered my room, I see her doing a weird little shuffle dance. Big, wide grin on her face.

Rolling my eye, I fling the pillow aiming and hitting directly in her face, and since her eyes were closed, she was unprepared for the attack. It was like a slow-motion flick of some cartoon character slipping on a banana. Arms flung out to the side as her mouth opened into a silent scream, eyes wide in fear as she stares at me falling to her death. And as she falls back like a plank of food, her reflexes not fast enough to brace herself, she lands with a solid thump on the floor.

The best part of it all though is that the sudden force of the blow caused her yellow and green floral summer dress to swish up from the end, and land gracefully on her face as she falls, not so gracefully, exposing more than anyone's eye would like to see.

Unable to control myself, I break into a fit of laughter as she just lies there, motionless, not even having the ability to move the dress down off of her face to cover herself up. Eventually, when my laughter dies down a smidge, I untangle myself from my bed sheets and make my way over to crouch down alongside her head. Her bright yet dark, waist-length copper hair sprayed out around her like an evil halo, defining her personality perfectly.

Slowly while biting my lip to keep in my laughter, I pull the end of her dress down off of her face to reveal her expression which causes me to crack up again. Not a muscle has moved, eyes still wide and mouth still agape. She looks as though she got paralyzed mid shock.

Quickly, I grab my water bottle off of my bedside locker and spill some of it over her face before I get up and run out of the room to the bathroom as fast as I can. The moment the water hit her, I caught a glimpse of her snapping out of whatever creepy daze she was in, and as I run to the bathroom, the loud banshee scream follows me as I hear her footsteps stomping across the floor after me. Luckily, my head start gave me the chance to get inside the bathroom and lock the door before she reached it seconds later.

"You're a bloody baboon, Jameson Clark O'Hare, just you wait... I'm going to order your food since I respect deals but, oh boy oh boy, you better pray they don't listen to my demand of sprinkling poison or laxative shavings over it. God be with you, you devil." She gives a final kick to the door as she departs, and I can't help but break into a fit of laughter again, knowing that she will demand that and more than likely scare the poor employee on the other side of the line.

Last time she ordered pizza online for us, she wrote a note saying she wanted the jalapeños soaked in bleach, which would be on my side of the pizza. I don't even remember what I did to her that day for her to try to kill me through a food company like always but when they delivered the pizza, a police officer accompanied the delivery driver to the door, questioning us and making sure everything was ok.

Summer is my twin sister, both of us just turned 23 years old in May. Even though we are opposite gender, we are almost identical in appearance. The main difference is our hair length. Summers is waist length whereas mine is in long on top but short on the sides. Our builds are pretty similar, both of us standing at 5′8" and both of us are quite slim built. People can tell us apart for obvious reasons, the two lumps on Summers' chest give it away beside the hair. But it would be obvious to anyone that we are twins, if not then siblings very close in age.

I've been told though, that should we ever end up with hair the same length and dressed in a way that hid Summers female figure then the only way to tell us apart would be our personalities since we are the polar opposite.

Summer acts as she dresses; an angel. She is sweet and overly nice to those she meets and befriends. You would never think she has a bad bone in her body. Many are drawn to her bubbly personality and the innocence she carries. But, as you just seen, she has an evil lurching within. That mainly comes out with me since I can't help but push her buttons. But I do believe if anyone was to threaten her, she has the backbone to stand up for herself. And with that, probably find some way to poison them.

I, on the other hand, come across as dark and mysterious. I know some see me as some kind of 'bad boy' because of how I dress, others find me unapproachable due to how reserved I am. Throughout high school, I may have been the loner or outcast, but I was never bullied. Students were too afraid of me, afraid of what I would do to them if they tried. It is not like I ever did anything to achieve that title like hurting others or threatening anyone, it was just the vibe I gave off, and still do to most who don't know me.

But of course, that is how the outside see me. Those I let in through the little door in the wall I built up will see that I am really a child-ish teddy bear who just wants to be liked, loved, cared for by those I see as important in my life. I also have a prankster bone somewhere within me.

Summer is seen as the angel, I am the devil. But if you look hard enough, you will see that it is the opposite.