A/N This is just a short story, not a lot of chapters but it was playing in my head for ages and had to come out. This is for Miss Peg who's taken time out of her busy writing to BETA this for me. Thank you so much, she really is the best!

If you like it, let me know, its a bit different from the normal stories I've seen on here so I'm not sure how much people will like a James-centric story.

Chapter 1 This Boys Life

Mum says when you're telling a story, you should always start from the beginning with the facts, that way people know what you're going on about. These are the facts as they are right now. My name is James Michael Fitch, I turned twelve last month. My parents got me a new bike which well pissed me off because I wanted an Xbox360 like my best mate, Gordon Macpherson, got for his. We were planning epic matches to play together on HALO and finally showing those loud mouth Yanks on there what for.

Instead, my Dad talked my Mum into getting me a bike to encourage me to be more active because he thinks I sit around playing video games too much. Only losers ride bikes at my age now. My Dad can be a total tosser when he wants to be. I live in Bristol with my parents and my two cranky, emotional, older sisters who like to beat me up. They're identical twins and right bitches, they are. Well, mostly Katie, not Emily so much lately. She has her own problems to deal with.

My best mate, as stated already, is Gordon Macpherson. We've been friends since year 2. He pushed me off the climbing frame and I got up and slugged him, never mind that he was a good head taller than me. He laughed instead of pounding me good and we've been best mates every since. I spend a lot of time over at Gordon's house, they have better food, an Xbox360 and his Mum lets us do whatever we want as long as we have a good reason for it.

Just last week, Gordon shaved his little brother Alfie's hair into a bitchin Mohawk and then used Vimto to dye it purple. My Mum would have went mental if I ever pulled any crap like that but Gordon told his Mum that he wanted to help his little brother express his individuality and she smiled. Smiled! Like he'd won the school spelling bee and not made his brother look like a bloody freak. She even told Alfie to stop crying about it, that he was lucky he had an older brother who cared. Blimey, what kind of Mum believed that bullshit? Gordon's Mum, that's who. And that's why I've spent almost all of my summer at his house.

But back to the facts, I tend to go off on tangents, it drives my parents and my teachers batty but I can't help it. I have a million thoughts going through my head all the time and I have to get them out or I might miss a good one.

Fact, my family is having problems and is divided on what the actual problem is.

Fact, I, James Fitch, am in love.

And the final, terrible, fact, there's only two weeks left of Summer Holiday to get the most beautiful girl in Bristol to notice me before she goes back to her posh boarding school in London. But let me start at the beginning of the summer, when it all began…

"Oi, Wanker! Get up, Mum made breakfast." The pounding on the thin, wooden, bedroom door woke James up with a start. The clock on the bedside table brightly shown it was already ten past 9, he was running late. He quickly got up and ran out his bedroom door, colliding with his older sister as they were both making their way for the bathroom.

"Hey, watch it, you twat." The girl snapped at him pushing the younger boy out of the way and into the hallway wall.

"Don't push me, bitch, I was here first."James mouthed back, earning him a swift slap to the back of the head.

"And watch your mouth, yeah, or next time I'll make you eat that bar of soap." Katie smacked him one more time for good measure.

James rubbed the back of his head, remembering her shoving the bar of soap in his mouth the other day and wisely decided not to say anything back. He settled for glaring at her until she slammed the bathroom door shut in his face.

Katie was the oldest of the Fitch kids, but only a few minutes more than her twin sister, Emily. James was of the opinion that Katie more than likely had pushed Emily out of the way in the womb to be the first out. She was the most infuriatingly bossy cow he'd ever come into contact with. Not to mention she had a wicked painful slap. It was uncanny how she always managed to get that spot just above his neck that smarted the worst.

Taking a quick look down the hall to make sure no one else was around, James decided to take a peek in the keyhole. He knew it was wrong to look at his sister naked but he had a very active imagination and was able to ignore that the boobs he was looking at where attached to his sister. They were the only real live boobs he had access to peep at, because not even James Fitch was pervy enough to peek at his own mother. He bent down, closed one eye to get a better view and looked through the keyhole.

"Fucks sake, James! That's your sister, you fucking pervy little wanker." Emily called down the hall as she was coming out of the room she shared with Katie and caught James yet again trying to watch their sister shower.

James sighed and leaned against the wall. "Doesn't matter, she filled the hole with paper." He wasn't the least bit concerned with being caught, it wasn't the first time. He couldn't help it, he had a natural curiosity for a boy of twelve. Gordon Macpherson's Dad had told him so and Gordon's dad was in the Royal Navy, so he knew about those kinds of things, James reasoned.

Emily rolled her eyes at her younger brother, not even bothering to lecture him yet again about how incredibly wrong it was, not to mention creepy, that he tried to watch them shower. She walked down the hall and banged on the bathroom door. "Katie, hurry up, yeah? You're not the only one who has to shower and don't use all the hot water!"

"Piss off, I'm almost done." Came the muffled yell from behind the door. Emily huffed and brushed her red fringe out of her eyes before storming off back into the twin's bedroom, muttering curses for her sister under her breath.

Out of his sisters, Emily was his favorite, not only because she had a box full of dirty magazines but because she was usually nicer to him. She'd even willingly spent time with him since she'd become a teenager. That was something Katie never did.

Just last week, Emily had taken him and Gordon to the movies where they met up with her blonde friend, Naomi. After telling him not to mention Naomi being there to anyone, she'd given him some extra money to get snacks for the movie and let him and Gordon go see Transformers 2 whilst she and Naomi went to some lame girlie movie. It was a great afternoon, even if the movie hadn't been as good as the first one. He was almost positive he'd seen Emily give Naomi a quick kiss as they left, but he'd been too busy looking at a movie poster with some girl in a tiny little outfit that made her boobs almost pop right out of the top, so he'd only seen it out of the corner of his eye. Still he was pretty sure even girls who were only meant to be friends didn't hang all over each other like those two had.

He was fairly sure that Naomi was his sister's girlfriend, regardless if Katie had said Emily was lying the night she told them at dinner she had been with the blonde. He really hoped it was true because the kids at school would think he was way cool if he had a lezzer for a sister.

It wasn't as if the kids thought he was a dork or anything, quite the opposite actually. James was a popular lad with loads of friends. People naturally seemed to gravitate towards the sandy haired, smart mouthed boy. He was always good for a laugh and great at figuring things out and even a few of the girls were getting to be that age where they were noticing he wasn't a bad looking bloke at all. Things were definitely looking good for James Fitch.

"Oi! Fuckface, get out of the way!"

Well, most things anyways.

James quickly stood up and moved away from the bathroom door as Katie stormed past in a towel and disappeared into her room. But not before throwing a scowl at her brother.

'What the hell has climb up her arse?' he thought. Not that Katie ever needed a reason to be a cow towards him, sometimes he felt as if she couldn't stand him just because he was born.

"Don't even think about it." Emily threatened as James made a move towards the now unoccupied bathroom. "Go use mum and dad's."

"I was here first, Ems, and I'm already running late to meet up with Gordon." James said, deciding to appeal to her better side, it tended to work better with her than smart alec remarks.

"And I'm late to meet up with Naomi. Just use Mum's, yeah?" James scowled down at the floor, grateful at least she hadn't outright pushed him out of the way.

"But Mum and Dad's doesn't have any pressure, it just trickles out so the soap doesn't come all the way out of my hair." James tried not to pout, he thought a guy of his age was too old to pout.

Emily shifted from foot to foot, feeling a little bad for always pushing her little brother around. He could be a right wanker at times but she wondered if that was only because her and Katie had been so rough on him for the last few years. She felt in a charitable mood that morning, not enough to give him the upstairs shower, but at least to try and appease the kid.

"Naomi and I are going to the park later if you want to meet up, I'll even buy you and Gordon some ice cream." Spending time with James wasn't the worst way to spend an afternoon, Emily mused, especially considering she'd be off to University in a year and then would only see him on holidays.

James tried to hide his excitement, it wasn't everyday his sister invited him out, though she had been more lately but still, it was kind of a big deal.

"Alright, I'll have to check with Gordon to see what he's up to." James casually answered knowing full well Gordon would go, he'd had a raging crush on Emily ever since he'd seen her in a tight little tank top working out on the last Fitch Family Fitness Day.

James hated Fitch Family Fitness Day with a fiery passion usually reserved for teachers who assigned a ton of homework over the weekend. Once a month their father made them all come down to the gym to work out together. It was his way of spending time with his family whilst also instilling good healthy habits. Katie mostly half assed it through, rolling her eyes and sighing every few minutes not hiding the fact that she was bored out of her skull whilst Emily at least tried to go along with the routine their father had set up for them.

James tried his best but it never seemed to please his dad so the afternoon was usually spent with the elder Fitch yelling at James to push harder, run faster, do more reps, it was a nightmare. Unfortunately, for James, it had been on one of those rare occasions when Gordon was over at the house that Mr. Fitch had invited James friend along.

Luckily, his mum had come along as well and kept his father from embarrassing him too much in front of Gordon. Not that he thought Gordon would have noticed once Emily had gotten on the treadmill and started sweating, her tight tank top clinging to her. Gordon had been practically drooling the rest of the afternoon. It could have been either of his sisters, James was sure, because Gordon still got them confused in person but it wasn't as if Katie would ever allow herself to be smelly and sweaty in public. It just wasn't her style, she had a reputation to keep, as she reminded their father every time he tried to get her to work harder. He'd given up on trying to push Katie years ago and had switched his attention to whipping James into shape.

"We'll be there around two, so meet us by the fountain, ok?" Emily's voice pulled James out of his thoughts of the last dreadful Fitch Family Fitness Day. She barely waited for his nod of acknowledgment before closing the bathroom door.

With a sigh, James dejectedly walked downstairs to use his Mum and Dad's shower. He couldn't wait until his sisters left for Uni.

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