Story.

"I Realized."

Chapter Nine.

Stop Being Such a Whore.

Kit has gone home, we have finished our homework. I am now sitting on my bed, wondering just what the hell my problem was. I must be... a self-hating emotional masochist or something. After Kit left, I sat and stared at my wall for a few minutes before I realized that I was crying. And I am still crying, wallowing in my own disgusting self-pity. Why did I let him go? Just because... just because I wasn't sure he really loved me? And now, he wants me to repair the relationship I have with my brother. I'm not quite sure if that's possible. I mean, I would like to have my brother back... but I broke up his relationship, and he pretty much hates me now, I'm sure. It is maybe an hour later that I decide to stop being so mopey and get up. Maybe talking to my brother would help? I can remember a time when Jack and I got along. We would play videogames together, joke around, and just be... twins. No more reminiscing, time to repair our relationship! I walk into my brother's room boldly, not bothering to knock, only to find him... touching himself. And instead of being smart and stammering an apology and leaving, I stare at him. It. Ew.

He is staring back at me, eyes wide in shock and hand still on himself and I'm still staring. So that is why Kit stayed with him so long... damn. Hey, aren't we supposed to be identical twins? Why the fuck didn't I get those genes?! I look back up to Jack's face and blush.

"Um, um, hey, hi..." I stammer. Why the fuck am I not leaving?! "We need to talk..." Why am I still here?! Jack continues staring at me, still not having put 'it' away. Finally he manages to speak.

"...I'm... kind of busy..." Why is he still hard, anyway? Does he like me? Oh my god, what if my brother has a crush on me... oh my god, oh my god!

"Can you... not be busy? It's important," I manage to answer. I'm now looking at Jack's face instead of his... his thing... Jack gives me the most annoyed look and gets up, going into the bathroom that connected to his room and slamming the door. I entered the room, closing the door behind me and avoiding sitting on Jack's bed for... obvious reasons. Five minutes later Jack re-emerges, glaring at me as he sits on his bed. Ew. I mean, yeah, it's his bed, and it was HE that had sex there, but still. Ew.

"What do you want?" he asks, and for once he sounds human. He sounds tired, weary, and he doesn't sound like the stuck-up prick that he usually acts like. I sigh, trying to find words for what I want to say. After a moment or two, I speak.

"I don't want to fight anymore, Jack," I say, and mean it. I'm sincere. I want my brother back. I want my twin back, I want my other half back, I want JACK back. Jack stares at me.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean that..." I feel myself starting to tear up again. Fuck, I'm pathetic. "Jack, I want to be your brother again. Not your rival, not your... your enemy. I know I'm being a girl, but I... I miss you. I miss you... not this new persona you've created. I want the you I knew before Kit. Is there..." I pause to wipe away the tears on my face. "Is there any chance that can happen?" I question, my voice small and uncertain. He raises an eyebrow and laughs.

"You act like you're asking me out," he comments, snorting in amusement. I glare up at him. The bastard, mocking my pleas for peace.

"All you had to say was no, asshole," I mumble, standing up to leave. Jack jumps up, grabbing my arms.

"No, Matt, I didn't... fuck," he runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "...are you just doing this to appease Kit?" he questions, eyes narrowed. "Because, when we were... together... he mentioned quite a few times that he wanted us to be friends again. And now, you're together, and-,"

"We're not together anymore," I say with a sigh. Jack looks at me questioningly, and I oblige him and continue. "We sort of... it was a mutual break-up until... until I was sure he was over you and until you and I got things sorted out. But after crying like a pansy for a while and thinking things over... I don't care if I get Kit back, I just want things to be okay between us," I mumble, voice wavering near the end because I'm aware of just how pathetic I sound. I look up to find Jack eyeing me skeptically. "It's okay if you don't believe me, I mean, I hardly gave you any reason to believe me, but-,"

Jack shakes his head, interrupting me with his own words.

"It's... yeah, I want to be your brother again. But, like... it'll take some time to get close again, yeah?" he says, nodding.

"And you have to stop being such a whore," I add, glaring. He glares back.

"Fuck you, you're the one who stole my boyfriend, who the hell is the whore now?" he retorts, and I can tell we're joking around because although his face is set in a rather vicious glare there is that twinkle in his eyes that alerts me to it.

"Yeah, well, what can I say, he's hot," I add rather lamely. Jack smiles at me, and even if it's a little bitter from losing Kit to me, there is something beautiful about it that warms my heart. It'll be a while before he actually becomes the brother I once knew, but we're on the right track.

A/N: After 500 years of having forgot that this story was actually FUCKING FINISHED FOR THAT LONG... I remembered and was like "lol hay I'm gonna post stuff!" And get to writing again, I hope. There's something missing in my life and I think it's creativity. This story is OLD. WOW. Thanks to all my lovely reviewers whom I love, especially SerialXLain who alerted me to the fact that I was constantly having the characters say each other's names... which really got annoying to read. Sorry about the absence guys.