The very next morning my mom called me down to breakfast. The sun's rays beamed on my cool body. I opened my eyes and turned towards my nightstand that's next to my bed. I putted on my glasses and looked at the clock, 5:23 a.m. Damn! It's fucking early. I tried to get out of the bed, but when I rolled to the edge, I got caught up in the covers and fell hard on my wrist. "Ahhhh! Shit!!!!" I yelled in pain. After a few minutes I finally got out of the covers, and went down stairs for breakfast. As I walked passed the bathroom, on my way to the kitchen, the door opened and guess who came out of it smelling all minty fresh.

      Yup, it's Jason. He looked so good in that towel. Oh man, what am I saying? That dude is my blood brother. I mean, yeah I know that this is NOT right, but he's just so damn fine. We were just staring at one another for it felt like eternity. " Come down and eat your breakfast children!" Our Mom shouted. We continued to stare at each other. It's hard not to look at him, like this may sound weird but he has such a beautiful face (lol). 

     The sad thing about him is that he has scars ALL over is body. " Morning sis." Jason said to me. I said morning back and waved too. As I walked out and away from this awkward situation, Jason grabbed my arm. His eyes seemed gentle, very calming. I wonder what's on his mind.

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                                                   Written By Janyla Allen