Rule Number Seven of Life

"Ben, remember this: if life gives you lemons, make lemonade." That's something that my twin brother, Ash, said to me everyday so I wouldn't forget it. When I asked him why had he said it, he always replied "it's one of the most important rules of life; rule number two."

"Then what's the number one?" I asked.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, but that's not as important," he said.

"And why is that the number one?"

"Hey! I didn't make the rules of life!" Ashton taught me the first ten "rules of life" as he called them, which he had written on a notebook. Of course that that was when I was a lot younger, so it's obvious that right now I just remember the first two. He also taught me their meanings: the rule number one means that if you hate a guy and another person hates the same guy you do, you can be friends with that person. A bit confusing, but it's useful in tough situations. The rule number two means that when you have a chance of whatever, you have to get the good side out of it, no matter how bad the chance is.

Oh, by the way, my name is Benjamin Franklin Jackson, but everyone calls me Ben. My brother's complete name is Ashton II Jackson, but we call him Ash only. He is II because my dad's name was also Ashton. Bro doesn't come to my school. He works on home because dad owned a little antics' shop, and he and mom died, so Ash takes care of that.

"Why am I writing this?" I ask to myself as I tap the eraser of my pencil on my desk chair.

"Because you don't have anything better in your life, maybe?" replies a voice behind me. I sigh in frustration, but I don't turn to see him. "Admit it, Benny; your life is plain boring."

"I'm Benjamin, you idiot," I say to the annoying boy.

"And I'm Mike; not idiot, you moron," he answers.

"Just let me finish my report, Michael," I demand trying to find more about me to write.

If you are one of the persons that don't know me, and due to that don't know how I look like, my description on a webpage profile would be "a 17-years-old blonde guy with blue eyes who looks a bit smaller than what his age tells." The last part means that for being a 16 old teenager, I should be taller. But my mother was a short person, and since Ash was born first, he got to be tall while I'll be staying with the height of a 15 old guy for the rest of my life.

It shouldn't be like that; since we're twins, we should be of the same height. It doesn't bother me as much because most guys in my school are about my height or only a bit taller, so I don't feel too small.

"Actually, Benny, most of the guys in this school are a lot taller than you," says Michael, the annoying 17-years-old brunet with green eyes that always has to sit behind me to make my life miserable. "Luckily for you, I'm only taller by mere inches."

"Shut up, and I told you I'm Benjamin; not Benny."

"I don't care about that; you're Benny for me!" This is it, I'm tired of him! I stand up from my place and slam my fists on his desk chair.

"Leave me alone!" I yell.

"Benjamin!" I turn back and stare at the teacher in front of the classroom. "Stop yelling and keep working or you'll get detention!" I nod slightly and sit back in my place. I wish Michael bothered someone else.

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"Benny!" calls the brunet as I put my books on my locker. I don't turn to see him but a frown quickly forms on my face. The next minute he's right next to me. "What's wrong, Benny? You're angry with me?"

"YES!" I shout finally looking at him. "You almost got me in trouble on class because you couldn't stay quiet!"

"Geez, why all the sudden anger?"

"It's NOT sudden!" I say. "It has been for almost three years! You've only made my life miserable ever since I entered this school!" Michael's just staring at me. "Why can't you leave me alone?!" Out of nowhere, he smirks. "What the hell? Don't smile that way! It's really annoying when you…" I stop when I feel his lips brushing against my cheek. Michael pulls away and I try my hardest not to blush.

"But you know you love me," he says, still smirking. "And I told you, Benny, I'm Mike." I frown again and walk away from him. I can't believe what he did. I have another reason to hate him now. Yet the problem is… he's right.

I do love him.

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"Ash, I'm home," I call as I enter my house. Ash immediately appears.

"How was school today, bro?" he asks.

"Don't wanna talk about it," I murmur, looking down and throwing my backpack at the couch of the living room.

"Yo, what's wrong, Ben?" questions Ash staring weirdly at me.

"Something weird happened today," I answer looking up at him. "When I was about to leave, this guy who drives me crazy, Mike, came and said stuff that made me yell at him; but before I could finish… he gave me a kiss on the cheek." I blush at remembering the feeling of his lips against my skin. Wait, since when I call him by his nickname?

"Well, well, how would say it? My brother in love, so cute!" I gasp at his statement.

"W- What?!"

"You love him, admit it!" I look at another part, and unconsciously give Ash the answer he wanted. "But you said he drives you crazy, and yet you love him? I don't get that."

"He's actually really nice with everybody, and I like the fact that he can forgive anyone and be friends with whoever he wants to," I declare. "But he's always bothering me and I think he hates me or something."

"Mostly, he tries to get your attention?" I nod. "And you think he hates you?" Another nod. "You, Benjamin Franklin Jackson, are an idiot!"

"Huh?" My twin sighs in frustration.

"Rule number seven of life, remember?" I raise an eyebrow. "No, you don't."

"You taught them to me when we were a lot younger!"

"But I still remember them!" He runs to another room and comes back with an open notebook on his hands. "If a person is totally obsessed with getting your attention by bothering, humiliating, and trying to kill you, that same person is in love or loves you; rule number seven," says my brother.

"What?! That's not possible! Mike can't possibly love me! I wanna see that rule!" Ash gives me the notebook and I read where it says "rule number seven", and in fact, he's right. Oh, God. "So… Mike… he loves me?"

"There's only one way to find out." I turn to my brother. "You need to go to his house and talk to him." I sigh and after thinking twice about it, I leave to Mike's house.

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Right now I'm standing on his front door. If you wonder how I know where he lives, we once had to work together on a project, and we unfortunately did it in his house. Unfortunately because he is like the father of his three little sisters who were teasing us since his own parents are never home; still, I tried to be as gentle as I could. I knock, and to my surprise, he opens.

"Benny? What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" He looks surprised, but nods anyway and steps aside so I can enter. Luckily his sisters aren't home. "I came to talk with you."

"About what?" Damn, I hate him for being this innocent.

"Why did you kiss me?" I ask. The brunet doesn't say anything, just smirks again. He's planning something.

"You liked that, didn't you?" I slightly gasp and blush.

"Just answer the question."

"I couldn't help it; you looked way too cute for me to resist," he says, getting closer to me. "Why? Did you want it to be a kiss on the lips?" I shake my head furiously, wishing I could have just nodded. The next minute I'm pinned against the wall and his arms are on each of my sides, our bodies being mere inches apart from each other.

"W- What are you doing?!"

"Tell me how I feel about you," he demands.

"I…I don't know how…"

"Yes, you do!" he yells with a frown on his face. I shut my eyes.

"Okay, maybe I do, but…"

"You can't believe it, right?" I shake my head. "Well, then believe this." And with that, he fastens his lips firmly onto mine. My eyes widen; I had definitely not expected this! Even though, I let myself being kissed, and, shutting my eyes again, I even start to kiss him back. He's a good kisser, okay?

Mike wraps his arms around my waist and pushes me against the wall, pressing our bodies tightly together. With my hands being placed on his head, I bury them on his hair, messing up with it. Then I feel his tongue licking my lips, trying to get past them. I grant his wish and open my mouth. Mike slips his tongue in and sucks desperately on mine as if his life depended on it and I can't help but to let out a soft moan. His hands start playing with the hem of my shirt and slowly make their way up, his thumbs caressing my chest. I moan again and abruptly pull apart from him, gasping for air and with our foreheads touching.

"I need to breathe, you know," I tell him. He just chuckles.

"How was that for your first kiss?" he asks.

"What makes you think it was my first one?"

"The way you kissed me back reveals it, Benny." I smile.

"I loved it. You're a great kisser."

"What do you say if we continue it?"

"I'd love that, but my back kind of hurts," I say. Mike smirks and drags me to what I guess is his room. I'm quickly pulled down onto his bed, he being on top of me.

"Is this better?" he wonders. I just crush my lips against his, grabbing his head fiercely. "I'll take that as a yes," he declares when we separate.

"I never thought we'd end up like this," I whisper. "I always liked you, but I never thought that you also liked me. And why did you fall in love with me?"

"Remember that time when we did that project?" I nod. "You were so kind with my sisters; so kind-hearted that I couldn't help to think you were the perfect person ever, and suddenly I couldn't get you out of my head. I thought you didn't like me, so I tried to get your attention."

"Maybe it worked better than you had expected." Mike ignores my last statement and goes back to attacking my mouth with his, also beginning to unbutton the shirt I'm wearing. When he manages to get rid of it, he pulls apart only to take off his own, and then we're kissing again, his tongue licking my lips.

"I love you, Ben," he says.

"I love you too, Mike," I reply. "Whoa, wait, did you just call me Ben?"

"That's your name, isn't it?" I smile and softly kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck in the process, his arms being on my waist already. "How did you know I loved you in the first place? Did someone tell you?"

"No."

"Then?"

"Rule number seven of life, my love," I reply with another kiss.


(A/N: Just a little one shot I wrote out of boredom. I hope you liked it, and if you did, please leave a review!)