Another new story. I know I need to finish the others, and I will. Eventually.

WARNING: Slash, M/M, Homosexual. Attempted humor. Language, lots of language, and maybe sexual situations and implications, if I want to put that in.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“We pulled the body out of the river. The man was stabbed in the heart with a knife.”

“Do you know the cause of death?”

“As of yet, we think he drowned.”

It was the knife, you idiot. Why would you drown a guy, stab his dead body in the heart, and throw his body back into the river?

Well, there are some crazy people out there.

The conversational part was a dream that I had, but the murder was real. I know, because it was on the news earlier. And because I saw it, start to finish. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t me. I probably could have called the cops, or tried to prevent it or whatever, but that would have just made things worse.

Anyway, I’m just glad last night’s dream was normal, I hate the other kind, they freak me out really badly.

I’d like to sleep some more, but mom is already knocking at the door, telling me to get up to get ready. Today is the day we move into our new house. Yippee. You can practically just feel my happiness, making you feel warm, and wet, because of the sarcasm dripping from it. Kind of like when you pee yourself.

At least now I’m going to get my own room. Sharing sucks, big time. Mom’s all excited because now we get to be closer to dad, who works far away, and usually doesn’t come home.

At first, she didn’t want to leave here, because the house was my grandma’s, who died a long time ago, but dad finally convinced her. You’d think she’d be sad, but she’s really happy and practically jumping up and down.

She must get really lonely, despite taking care of all of us. I wonder how their marriage survived to long, and is the way it is. They’re cheating, I know they are. Not like having affairs or anything, but the way they always seem like they’re newlyweds whenever they’re around each other, kind of makes you wonder. Guess I shouldn’t bother about it, it’s a good thing.

But what I was saying earlier, sharing sucks. You have to make up some excuse why there are burn marks all over the room. I have the title ‘Arsonist’ among my family. It’s not like I like putting things on fire. It just sort of… happens. The lighters they find under my bed or in my pockets, well, lets just say they don’t help my case.

Mom doesn’t trust me with matches or lighters anymore, though sometimes, I manage to find some. That’s when dad gets pissed at me, and takes them away. He can read your fucking mind, especially whenever you, you know, plan on trying to prank someone. Or getting revenge on the older brother you share your room with that throws water on you in the middle of the night for absolutely no reason, other then saying he smelled smoke and was making sure I hadn’t spontaneously combusted.

I heard of a story about that happening once. Some guy who had spontaneously combusted. I think I was watching that one show, Unsolved Mysteries. Burnt through the floor and into the basement, trying to get to the bathtub. There was also this one time this guy melted in his bathtub, but I’m not really sure if that ever happened. I hope not. The melting guy wasn’t on the Unsolved Mysteries show though. I’m not sure where I seen it, it was on the Internet, so it probably was fake.

Anyway, it really sucks since I can’t get revenge.

We finally arrived to our new house, thank god. Ever had a two hour long car ride with three younger brother’s screaming at the top of the lungs the whole time about who gets to play with the action figure next? Even though there are three and they’re all the same, and you can’t tell them that because they scream even louder because no they’re not the same. There is always something wrong with the other two.

And then, you got the older brother who won’t let the freaking radio station alone, and when I tell him to stop, we get into an argument. I wonder how mom deals with it, ‘cause she’s just sitting there, not saying anything, just driving, while listening to us all yelling at each other.

At least, we’re yelling until her knuckles start turning white on the steering wheel, and even the triplets know to shut up when that happens.

And to think, she’s the normal one.

The new house is pretty big, just built and everything. My dad owns this pretty successful business, which is how we can afford it.

Now to tell you a bit about my four other brothers. First there’s Jimmy, who’s nineteen, and is going to start college. He’ll also be the one taking over my dad’s business. He doesn’t seem to mind that his life is pretty much planned out for him, not like me. He was born when my mom was 16 and my dad was 18. He’s terrified of snakes, which is good information for revenge, if I knew that I’d get away with it. Which I never had, but maybe I will, someday.

After Jimmy, there was me, Andrew. I had a twin sister, but there were… complications when we were born. I’ve just turned 17 last month. It’s not as great as it sounds. You have to be responsible for a whole bunch more crap than you’d want to be. Mom and Dad have been bugging me lately about getting a car. Does it seem weird that I don’t want one? I hate driving. I hate just being in cars. Dad had to bribe me to study for my permit. I’m scared of maybe two or three things. Well, one of the things I’m scared of most isn’t even real, so it doesn’t really count. I’m not telling you what they are though.

And then there are the triplets. One thing I want to mention about all the twins in the family is that it is genetics on both sides of the family, which is creepy. Anyway, there is Christian, Mitchell, and Lucas. Seems me and mom are the only ones able to tell them apart, since they’re identical.

Christian is the loudest, most energetic one, and the oldest of the three. He is also the leader. Mitchell, is the most talkative, and has one hell of an imagination, he was the second born. Last, is Lucas. If I had to pick favorites, it’d probably be him. He’s usually quiet, smart, and can keep the others in control sometimes, despite being the youngest. He’s like, the shadow leader. He can get rowdy sometimes too though, but that’s fine. Also, his fingers are double jointed and he can bend them all the way back. It’s awesome. They’re nine now. Another difference I forgot to mention is that they’re all scared of different things. Chris is scared of birds, Mitch of dogs, and Luke is scared of worms. Funny how it’s all animals. Well, living things. I don’t think a worm is an animal. They’re all scared of heights.

The only reason why I’m telling you what they’re scared of is because since I know it, they won’t even try to pull pranks on me. Sometimes.

That’s it for the brothers. There are some other things about them, but I’m not saying for now.

The house is pretty nice, two stories, seven bedrooms, along with a bathroom for each. So that means one for each of us, along with our own bathroom. Sweet. Of course, mom and dad are going to be sharing, so that means a guestroom. Yay, that means Great-aunt Verida is going to stay. I’m not being sarcastic, just so you know.

Verida is the aunt on my dad’s side, and comes to visit every now and then. I don’t mind though, ‘cause she’s cool. For one thing, she gives us money, and another, she baby-sits the triplets, which means I don’t have to. The only thing I don’t like about her is the way she smells. Like broccoli. Even so, she’s probably my favorite out of all my extended family, since she claims to be a witch. A bit childish, I know, but you should she some of the things she can cook up. Doesn’t look that old either.

Back to the house. We have a pool. This is going to be fun, very, very fun. The whole place was built in the country, no doubt dad making sure we all have privacy. Another reason he wanted us to move.

I wonder which room I’m going to get. Better go in and mark my own, before the others get to it. But they’re a little busy. The triplets are looking at the pool, and Jimmy is talking to dad, who just showed up. Which means they’re distracted. Which also means that no one is paying attention. Which means revenge with this rubber snake I acquired over the week. I’m also carrying in the boxes, and some of them are his…

“ANDREW!” Shit. Dad must be tired or something, if he’s getting into my mind. I wasn’t being sarcastic when I said he could read your mind. Kind of makes you a little paranoid whenever you’re around him. You can’t exactly shield yourself from it, despite what some people may think. Yeah, I’ve read it all, some fake psychic thinks they can shield their mind. Doesn’t work. It’s the real psychic that can shield himself from reading other’s minds.

But anyway, what I was saying, dad is telepathic. He usually keeps himself from reading our minds. Gives us our privacy and all, you know? Though sometimes, when he gets really tired or angry, he can’t help it, and the shields give a little. Doesn’t mean that all those voices and all come in. Mostly it sticks to his family with his DNA. Like me and my brothers. Mom’s fine though. It’s only when all of the shields break.

I guess you could say I’m the same as him, though what I can do is a lot different.

I’m am now done with the first chapter. At the moment, I haven’t really gotten a good idea for the summary, which means it’s probably going to suck. If you can think of something better, feel free to PM it to me.