Warning: This is boyxboy slash containing incest. If you don't like it, don't read it and get the fxck out. As of now, the rating is T but may possible go up to M in later chapters.

Note: Parts of this story are true, being based off of real events in my life.


Chapter One / You Just Ate My Muffin!

Cadyn

"No! It's my muffin! Get your hands off of it you filthy whore!"

"No, you get your hands off!"

"Fuck off you bitch!"

"No, you fuck off you fucking fucktard! Just give it to me!"

I sighed tiredly, watching my two best friends bickering over a double chocolate chip muffin. I love them but sometimes, they're just too much. Reaching over the table, I gently plucked the muffin from right under their noses, quite literally as it was sitting idly on the table beneath their infuriated faces, and took a large bite. I groaned as the sweet, chocolate taste filled my mouth in the form of fluffy baked goodness, closing my eyes as the surprisingly still warm flesh of the muffin melted on my tongue. Oh gods, this is amazing. See, this is why I worship Jason's mom as much as I do. She makes the best baked goods in the entire world. Muffins are her specialty though.

Opening my eyes, my chewing and tasting session was over as I made eye contact with my two best friends, both of whom were currently staring at me with shocked gazes, their mouths hanging open.

"What? I was hungry and it was getting lonely without a mouth to feed." I mumbled, raising an eyebrow at the two of them as I leaned back precariously on the legs of my blue cafeteria chair.

"You just ate my muffin!" Jason recovered first, crying out in horror. His dark green eyes were wide open and accusing. I looked at him, eyebrow still raised before turning my head to the delectable muffin in my hand.

"I believe I just did." I replied back, turning the muffin around and examining it with amusement.

Jason and I have been best friends since the beginning of high school when we were in our freshman year. He was the new kid and I was the guy who got stuck sitting next to him when we were put into a seating plan of register order in homeroom, first day of school. My twin brother (yes, I am aware that there is another cloned version of me walking around) Garen and I ended up getting stuck in completely different homerooms, which really pissed me off since I had virtually no one to sit with (my other best friend got stuck with Garen). So, I got stuck sitting next to Jason, since I'm Hancroft and he's Haven. We are logically put together in alphabetical order. Hey, it was either getting stuck sitting next to the new kid and teaching him the ways of school in this part of the world or getting stuck sitting next to Marie Jennings, the girl who's had a crush on me for the past five years. You'd think she'd be over it but no, I just have to be her obsession. Please, don't tell me I'm over-exaggerating. She spies at me through my bedroom window from her bathroom. Please, I've noticed her doing it! It's seriously creepy when someone you could practically consider a living stalker lives in the house right next to then, Jason had been pretty short, standing at around four foot eleven. I beat him by being five foot two. He had unruly, chestnut curls that decorated the top of his slightly chubby face along with a pair of large, dark green eyes that held trust, kindness and just a slight tang of mischief. He wasn't anything special…at least, he wasn't back then. I can't really say the same now. Anyway, I sat down next to Jason and we were about ten minutes into the routine introduction that was quickly becoming boring when I felt something nudge me. I looked to my left only to see Jason staring at the teacher with a bored look on his face before looking down at the small note that was neatly folded up on top of the desk. Grabbing it, I opened it, my eyes making quick work of scanning it. I had to stuff a fist in my mouth to stop from laughing.

'I think she should sue the company who did Botox on her.'

I knew we were going to be best friends. There was no way I could just not know. And okay, so it wasn't that funny but you should've seen the woman. That and the fact that the guy's got guts sending a note to someone he barely knows. I mean, for all he knew, the teacher could've been my grandma or I could have been a schizophrenic psycho with a penchant for liposuction. Okay, highly unlikely since firstly, last time I checked I was perfectly sane (I could have Garen and Jan attest to that but then I'd be seriously fearing the outcome) and secondly, liposuction is just plain, downright Wrong, with a capital 'W'. As for the teacher thing, we have different last names and don't look remotely related in the slightest bit but I guess that isn't really the point. The fact is I knew we were going to be best friends. Don't ask me how, it was instinct.

It was only after last year's summer, when we were finishing freshman year and about to become sophomores that Jason changed, appearance-wise. He lost a lot of his baby fat, the reason why he looked chubby when he was younger and instead, became more lithe and athletic. The boy went to a tennis camp. He also grew a lot. Let's just say he's just shy of being six foot five, that bastard. Other than those changes, he remained the same Jason we all knew from before, still funny, still smart and still the cheeky Captain Obvious.

"Aw, Cadyn, why'd you have to steal his muffin that was potentially going to end up in my mouth?" my other best friend pouted as she crossed her bright green and black striped legging-clad legs and folded her arms across her short sleeved black top that had the same neon green paint splashes that matched her leggings, splattered across it. Bright neon green and black fishnet arm warmers were wrapped around her skinny arms. Her hair was done up today in a single bun with a bright grass green ribbon looped around it to hold it in place, the little band failing miserably as a few strands escaped their hold and fluttered around her delicate face in stray wisps of black.

Janet Styles, more commonly known as Jan, has been my best friend since kindergarten when she asked me if I could be her boyfriend and I said no because she had cooties. She then kicked over my sand mountain (it was actually meant to be a sandcastle but it didn't exactly work out, I know nothing of art or sculptures or anything else…I'm not very creative or arty despite what many people think. Give me a worksheet full of algebra problems and I'm good to go.), the action causing me to burst out into girly tears (I was about four and three-quarters then, okay?!) I later accidentally spilled orange paint on her jean overalls in the afternoon and had to sit in the corner for being a mean bully. The next day, during snack time, I forgot my snack and I was really hungry. Garen wasn't in school with me because he'd come down sick with the flu. I didn't have anything to eat and sat on the steps to the playground, watching the other kids eating. It was about five minutes until I felt someone plop themselves down next to me and shoved a cookie in front of my face. It was Janet. I silently took the cookie and bit into it, tasting the store-bought item. We spent the rest of snack time sitting next to each other in silence, even stuck together after that, never separating. My brother came back into school two days later when I was well into being friends with her and the three of us became the three renowned musketeers.

Janet, although she much prefers Jan (she thinks Janet makes her sound like some middle-aged hippie aunt…and Jan doesn't?!), is the kind of girl you don't want to get on the bad side of. She is amazing. The best friend anyone could ask for. She's hyperactive, random, confident, unafraid, always happy and just too awesome for words. She's unique with a weird dress sense…but it really suits her.

"Sorry Jan, darling, my tummy was crying to have mad malnourished sex with his muffin saviour." I said airily, my accent changing to that of a British person – no offence to British people because your accents totally rock!

"Did I just hear my baby brother utter the 'S' word?!" came a mock-horrified gasp from behind me and I immediately blushed a furious tomato red.

"I do believe he did." Jason mimicked my words from earlier, his dark green gaze fixating on the person standing right behind me as a smirk played around his lips.

"Tsk, tsk, what language are you using my darling Cadyn?!" Garen admonished me playfully as he came around the table to sit opposite me, grinning toothily at me. He used to have a gap between his front teeth but after about two years of having braces, it was pretty much mended and straightened into the glorious whiteness that it is today.

Although we were never all too similar when we were younger, we are now almost completely different in appearance. Garen entered his 'teenage rebellion' side last year and dyed his pale blonde locks identical to my own a deep, midnight black even streaking it a deep, metallic purple that's actually surprisingly kind of hard to miss. He also cut his hair shorter and sometimes spikes up the strands using gel. Mine on the other hand still remains long and girly, hanging just a little past my chin. As side effects of the whole 'teen rebel' thing, he pierced his left eyebrow, his right ear twice and got a tattoo on his right hipbone. It's some Chinese or Japanese symbol thing that he won't tell me the meaning of, just changes the topic or says something along the lines of, 'Cadyn, you wouldn't understand, you're much too young and naive.' Pft, knowing my brother it probably says something inane and if I had said it here then it would be censored by the editor in about two seconds flat.

Anyway my twin brother proceeded to grow athletic and lithe, much like Jason, since he's taken up swimming. I, on the other hand, still remain an unfit, bag-of-bones boy. Okay, that's an over exaggeration. I'm skinny but not to the point where all I am is bones. We still have about the same pale skin though Garen tans a little in the summer and I'm thankful that God didn't make the difference between our heights too big. We're both about five foot nine, Garen standing just a tiny bit taller than me though. Still, it's not too bad I guess.

So, who is Garen exactly? Well, Garen is my best friend, my personal confidante and twin brother. He is the person I love just that little, tiniest bit more than I'll ever love Jan or Jason, in more ways than one. Garen has always been like the teddy bear I got for Christmas when I was eight and never needed since I had a better deal and that was my brother, Garen who can actually communicate with me, unlike Cocoa the Teddy Bear. The two of us, we've always had each other's backs. We tell each other everything, we know what the other one is thinking, we finish each other's sentences…we are the true, ultimate twins of this generation and there is no one I love more than my brother. He's always protected me, saved me and helped me. Sometimes, I feel undeserving because Garen in perfect in just about every single way and me? I just feel like the twin our parents went wrong with. You know the twin that didn't get the best genes, the baby in the corner, the outcast twin etcetera. I could go on forever. But then I'm with Garen and he makes everything so much better. Even when we grew older, our bond never broke and we just grew stronger. Well, there was that one time that happened years ago…she nearly tore us apart but…I can't even think about it without wanting to curl up in a ball and cry or hurt something. And that is saying a lot because I'm not usually a very violent person. In fact, I'm pretty calm. Garen is the more aggressive twin out of the two of us. And I know that I sound exactly like a sap but I can't help it. Whenever I'm with Garen I cannot help but feel…whole. I love Garen just that little bit more than our two best friends and just that little bit more than being a brother. Maybe I always will.

"Fuck off, Garen." I muttered, my face flaming. I could feel my hot cheeks as they started to burn up and I grew even more flushed about the fact that I was blushing in front of my brother. My twin brother…my older twin brother…my twin brother that I fucking love

"Ooh, feisty, feisty." Garen waggled one slender finger at me, a smirk stretched across his bright red, utterly kissable lips. I opened my mouth to reply with some sarcastic comment (more like lame comment since my brain seems to stop functioning properly when Garen's around) but was cut off by the busty blonde girl currently sliding into my brother's lap.

So I guess that I probably should've mentioned that earlier. My brother's basically a manwhore. Seriously, as if it isn't hard enough for me already, he's already an active participant in sex with girls and occasionally a couple of relationships. More sex though than relationships. His longest one lasted six months. Those six months were utter torture for me, standing next to perfect Lena with her perfect hair, perfect body, perfect grades, perfect popularity and all-around perfectness. Gods, I could never hate a single girl more than Lena Castor. She was an evil bitch, she really was. She absolutely hated me and I hated her back, especially when she took Garen away from me. Those six months were the longest months of my life without Garen, how I hated them so much, how I hated her. Call me a bastard I don't care, I felt so happy, felt like dancing around, felt like throwing confetti in the air and celebrating when she and Garen were no longer together. Let's just say Garen and I walked in on her one day in one of the classrooms which held our next lesson and we caught her in a…pretty promiscuous position with the star quarterback of our school, Gary Carter.

For a while after that, Garen wasn't really the same. I hate her so much. He really liked her and that just makes me mad. That because she's female and not even related to him in any possible way (unless she's a long lost cousin twice removed from my dad's side or something which is pretty unlikely, you have to admit), she still manages to get that reaction out of him. I hate her because even after the whole thing, Garen continued to like her, hell, Garen continued to pine after her for days on end until about a month of pointless mourning he suddenly got up and returned to his whorish ways. For her to get such a reaction out of my twin…after everything she did and he still likes her…it's just not fair, is all. It really isn't.

I watched in disgust, the words dying on my lips as I watched the blonde immediately suction her face to Garen's like they were being drawn together by some invisible magnetic field force or something. I've seen them all before. Blondes, brunettes, red heads, ravens…even freaking orange haired girls with huge fake boobs and without any semblance of a brain inside their empty heads all dressed in the skimpiest of outfits, all acting the same way.I look away to the other side of the cafeteria, idly watching Gary Carter and his stupid jock friends laugh in their stupid, low grunts that remind me of pigs. My eyes drift casually over to the other side, still not looking at Garen and his new…slut of the day or whatever, making eye contact for just a second with Marie Jennings before I tore my eyes away from that and stared down at my nearly empty tray of cafeteria lunch. God knows I'd give her a heart attack if I even looked at her for longer than a nanosecond.

Contrary to popular belief, not all school cafeterias have mystery meat on Mondays. In fact, we're surprise stew. Yeah, it's that disgusting. It's just dirt brown sludge that looks half solidified mixed in with bits of god knows what. I can probably pin an old carrot here and possibly last week's stale potato from that ice cold meal of jacket potato. Oh my god, I think I just saw…never mind. You don't want to know.

"Finally, you've come up for air now, have you?" Jan teased him playfully.

"Kind of, we just decided to find somewhere a little…private, shall we say?" Garen winked at the blonde who giggled an annoying giggle – it sounded like a braying donkey instead of a delicate girly simper. They stood up together and he laid his hand on her back, probably to steady her should more weight be leant on one side than on the other thanks to her huge breasts. God forbid she would fall and hurt herself, preventing Garen from getting his fuck of the day.

"Oh wow, a decision has just been made through tongues. Alert the media, something new has just been discovered. Tongue telepathy." I remarked so coldly that if our words could actually portray their emotion, the room would have been a fucking frozen ice box by now. I actually hadn't meant to say that…especially in that way too. It just sort of slipped out before I could stop it. Guess I'm feeling a little more pissed and bitter today than usual.

I noticed four pairs of eyes staring at me, the air suddenly becoming very tense and awkward. I shifted my gaze away from Garen and the slut, choosing instead to watch Gary chucking what looked like yellow cotton balls (or possibly cotton balls disguised as rocks) but was probably mashed potatoes, at one of his dumbass cronies. The crony let out a yell of what was probably meant to come out like 'Hey!' but actually came out as 'Ow-ay!' and for a miniscule, tiny (and I'm talking neutron-sized here) nanosecond, I felt sorry for the poor guy. Those mashed potatoes must've really hurt. What? Don't underestimate the cafeteria ladies okay, that's all I'm telling you.

"Haha, Cadyn, funny that. So, Garen, I guess we'll see you later?" Jason broke the ice with a half-hearted laugh – mainly because he was confused by my behaviour and winked at Garen who, from out of the corner of my eye, looked back at the simpering slut in his arms before returning the wink to Jason. Everyone was more relaxed now, slipping into the usual banter between friends.

"Much, much later..." He said, his voice all low and…seductive. Fuck, it wasn't even meant for me, wasn't even directed to me and it still managed to affect me. Goddamn him and his smouldering sexiness.

The blonde let out another braying donkey laugh/giggle – whatever you want to call it and tugged on Garen's sleeve. The two of them left the cafeteria but not before I caught of glimpse of Garen's hand slipping under the back of her shirt, jealousy coursing throughout my entire body.

I know. I'm a bitter, sick bastard. I'm downright disgusting, full of sin and all that crap. I know that, alright? Just because I have full knowledge of it doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly change though because I know that it's wrong. Believe me, if I could be in love with Jan right now or be a straight, manwhore like Garen, I probably would be. But I can't. Out of the approximately six point six billion people in this world, how on earth did God manage to single me out and make me fall in love with my brother? My own twin brother! I'm a sick, twisted fucker and one day, I'm going to end up in the mental asylum on the fourth floor of the apartment complex standing on the corner of Parkson Avenue in New York. You just wait and see.

"Cadyn…are you alright?" Jan asked me tentatively, a look of confusion dancing across her pretty features.

"Yeah man, you seem kind of…more out of it than normal?" Jason suggested, earning him a whack on the back of his head by Jan.

"What are you, stupid? You can't go around insinuating that people are a little more 'out of it than normal'!" here, she mimicked his low baritone in a way that made it seem like it came from an ape. I allowed myself a small smile. They know me so well. It's times like these that I appreciate their stupid banters, annoying and tiring as they may be occasionally.

"Oh, well I'm sorry Miss Oh-Bow-Down-You-Sad-Simpletons-And-Worship-Me-'Cause-I'm-Just-That-Amazing." Jason shot back, his tone snippy but holding an underlying tone of playfulness.

"If the shoe fits…" Jan sat back in her seat from when she'd leapt up to admonish Jason, a small smirk playing on her, today, coloured dark black lips.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Jason bantered back.

It's hilariously amusing watching the two of them 'fight'. Despite the two of them being best friends as well, they enjoy poking fun at each other for every tiny little thing - insulting or not. I have never seen anyone love each other as much as these two do. And no, I'm not talking the romantic kind. I mean the sibling kind, the kind I should have with Garen. It usually shocks people when they reveal that they are not siblings nor in a relationship with each other.

"Okay guys, enough. We got it already, Jan's amazing and Jason's stupid." I swiftly cut them off just as Janet was opening her mouth to retort with something that would, no doubt, escalate their playful banter. As funny as it is and however much I appreciate the kind hinting gestures, I'm just not that much in the mood after seeing Garen.

"You're one to talk Cadyn." Jason muttered, folding his arms across his chest and sticking his lower lip out into a pout.

"Whatever." I shrugged them off before taking a huge bite out of the previously forgotten double chocolate chip muffin. Aw, it's kind of cold now…but still oh so delicious. I made a small noise of contentment. I love Jason's mom, she's amazing. You can't just eat one of her muffins without asking for more.

"Goddamn, muffin-stealer." Jason muttered lowly under his breath, sulking at the loss of his darling muffin. I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Get over it Jason, it's not my fault the muffin likes me best." I countered back at him, the words a little muffled thanks to the muffin. He stuck his tongue out at me. What can I say? We're all mature teenagers here. I hope you caught the sarcasm.

"Ew, god, Cadyn, learn not to talk while eating. Unlike some people, I actually care about chewed up muffin bits landing on me." Jan said, brushing her hand across her shirt from where imaginary muffin bits had been lobbed at her. The keyword here: imaginary.

I just rolled my eyes at her before going back to eating my muffin, not ignoring Jan and her looks of desire towards my muffin. Mine.


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I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, please continue reading/reviewing and I will luff you all forever.
Cadyn and Garen will luff you too. ;D