After showering and doing my morning routine, I make my way back to my room in spy mode, hoping not to get caught by my evil twin. As I enter my room though, I spot clothes been thrown out of my wardrobe left, right and centre.

"What in the name of doughnuts are you doing, you witch?!" I breathe out as I take in the mess starts to pile up.

My sisters head pops out behind the door as she looks at me with wide eyes before she rolls them and continues so trash my room. "Oh, calm your balls, gay boy. I am finding an outfit for you to wear. Do you not have anything that is more colourful? Bright? Something green to bring out your eyes? Aren't all gay boys meant to have a wardrobe full of rainbows?"

"When, my dear, angelic sister, have you ever seen me wear something green, better yet, something bright?" I say as I start going around my room piling up the clothes she scattered. All I do is roll my eyes to the other little questions she asked and the little nickname of 'gay boy' also. She continues to label my sexuality as such, along with some of my closest friends. It is not something I shout to the world as I only see it as my business, nor am I hiding it by not admitting that I am. I simply don't do labelling nor find the idea of 'outing myself' necessary. I may not even be fully gay or whatever. For all I know, one day I may meet a girl and fall in love with her. Or maybe it will be another male, but one who was born with the female anatomy. I won't label myself when it may change depending on who it is I connect and fall in love with.

The only reason Summer tends to call me that name is when she is getting revenge and wanting to push my buttons back. She found out, or made the assumption, along with my friends, when we were around 18 years old. We had gone to Spain for a week-long holiday after finishing high school, and in my drunken state, I started making out with a Spanish guy. They presumed I was simply drunk and didn't know who was who, but when I told them I was meeting the guy the next day for a drink they decided to ask. I simply told them I didn't care about his gender, I just thought he was a good kisser.

In the end, the Spanish boy, Ignacio, and I became great friends, nothing more. Though we did mess around for a bit when he moved to our city, it didn't last too long and we got closer as friends instead. Since he was trying to find a college to attend abroad rather than in his hometown, he ended up choosing one near to where we all lived. They still labelled me as gay for their own peace of mind, since they started to realize I had never shown interest in females. I don't mind though, whatever makes them happy and content with who I dream of banging I suppose.

"Wear this." The demand brings me straight back to reality as the clothes she wishes me to wear are thrown at my face.

Looking at the clothes that fell into my hands, I can't help but leave out a chuckle. Shaking my head, I throw them back at her before rooting through the messy pile of clothes on my floor. She had picked out some white cardigan that I had hidden in the back of my wardrobe, that belonged to Ignacio, accompanied with a bright yellow shirt that I have never seen. Knowing my mother, she had snuck it into my wardrobe with the hopes of brightening my day. The bottoms she picked out is the only item I approved of, simply because I have only 10 pairs of jeans, all of which are quite similar. Black.

Keeping the jeans out, I manage to find a dark maroon T-shirt and my dark denim jacket. Ignoring my sister who's eyes I can feel burning into the back of my skull with how strong her glare is, I throw on a pair of boxers and the jeans under the towel before dropping it and continuing with the rest of the clothes. As I turn back to face my sister, a sly smirk sneaks its way onto my face.

She is fuming.

Summer is one who likes brightness and also needs control. Sometimes I go along with it, but when it comes to how I dress I can only laugh and shove her out of the way. She likes to have routine and structure in her life. It isn't anything too severe but there are little things that agitate her when they don't go her way.

Every Saturday, which is today, we do something together. We normally take turns picking on the activity. Today was my choice. I had a fun day planned of being a sloth and getting take out while we bonded, but whatever rambling she did this morning convinced me to make a deal and allow her to organize today. She had got used to me not allowing her to pick out my outfits on these days, knowing that was one of the few things she couldn't budge me on, so it only makes me a little curious as to why it is now bothering her after years.

I walk past her to grab my few pieces of jewellery including my watch and ring and necklace before giving her my attention again. "What have you planned for today? It must be something out of the ordinary if it got your panties in such a twist that you let this bother you so much."

Her red face full of anger eventually starts to simmer down as she hangs her head in slight shame before she looks up at me, ringing her fingers together. "I know, I'm just nervous, I'm sorry... we aren't doing... too much, but... we will discuss it over doughnuts and crepes for breakfast, so I know you won't kill me."

Normally I would question her further, but it is quite rare to see Summer in such a timid state, so instead, I simply nod with a small smile, offering her my arm which she takes with a bright smile. "Lead the way, witchy."

As we walk out the front door, my relaxed expression hides deep within and I solidify my face as we start walking down the street.