"Max! Can we do something?" My twin brother, Iggy, kept bugging me. I groaned. I took out my earbuds. Eminem, you'll have to wait.

"What do want to do? Play Monopoly? Watch Spongebob? Stalk Ella? Or is it Nudge this week?" I taunted. Iggy glared.

"I dumped Ella. It's Nudge," he matter-of-factly said, as if I changed his world. I doubt it.

"Does this 'Nudge' even know you?" I questioned. Iggy nodded.

"In fact, I'm going to call her right now!" He huffed, taking out his phone. He tapped the touch screen multiple times and I heard some ringing.

"Hello?" A feminine voice was heard. Iggy smirked.

"Hey babe. What's up?"

"Um, Iggy. I like you and all-"

"You're breaking up with me?" Iggy's voice, was surprisingly sincere.

"No, no! I like you! It's just that…my brother is…I've got to go." The phone abruptly hung up, leaving Iggy's jaw dropped.

"She chose her brother over me?" Iggy asked, his eyes unbelieving.

"Who's her brother?" I interrogated, ignoring his previous question.

"You know that kid who sits in the back of the class?"

"Iggy. Details," I prompted. He groaned.

"I think his name is…Fang?" I stifled a laugh. Fang.

"How come he has never talked to me?"

"He doesn't really talk to people. Don't know why," Iggy replied, brushing off the detail lightly. I sighed.

"Well, why don't we just watch Spongebob," I suggest. He nods eagerly, his pale blue eyes lighting up. I laughed. Hard to believe we're 18. I switched on the T.V.

"No, Gary," Spongebob laughed. "It's bath time!" Iggy, for no reason, laughed at that. I rolled my eyes.

"How is that funny?" I ask.

"It…just…is!" He burst out laughing again, as Gary keeps escaping Spongebob's grasp.

"This isn't how a normal 18 year old is supposed to spend her Saturday night," I complain.

"You'd rather get drunk? I mean, the fake I.D.s are in my car-"

"No thanks, Ig. Spongebob is good." He smirks and nods.

"When am I not right?" He asks, as if I'll say never.

"Always," I truthfully answer. He glared and focuses back on Spongebob. Twin brothers…you gotta love em.

Nudge POV

"Hey Fang," I whisper. He nods.

"Ok. What are we at?" He points at the combination "ch."

"Ok. So "ch" sounds like…Church," I explain, showing him a picture of a steeple. He nods, his eyes and ears taking in the information.

"Sh," he tries. I shake my head gently.

"Ch," I repeat. He motions for me to say it again, and I do.

"Ch?" I nod, smiling widely.

"Good! So say Church!"

"Ch...ch...ch…blurk," he attempted. I look at my brother, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes showing pure concentration. His black attire didn't change everyday, unless I make him wear navy blue. But that rarely happens.

"No, Fang. Church. Where we pray to God." He raised an eyebrow, as if he's that stupid. I laugh and he glares a bit, but it goes away.

"Ch…shurt."

"Church. God."

"Church," Fang said, the word uncomfortable on his tongue. But he said it. I hugged him, blinking back the oncoming tears. I turned to the next flash card. He shook his head, and picks up the word…sister. I smiled brightly at him.

"You want to learn that?" I whispered. He nodded. I take a deep breath.

"The first part is sis," I carefully said. He blinked.

"S...s...sis." I nod eagerly, smiling.

"Awesome! You got it! Next part is ter." I watch as Fang's tan fingers traced the word, outlining every letter, every syllable, every mark.

"T…t…ten?" I shake my head.

"No, Fang. Ter. Like…I've got nothing. It's just ter." He smirked at me and opened his mouth.

"Ter." I beam at him.

"Great. Now put it together. Sis-ter. Sister." I felt tears rolling down my face as Fang uttered the word.

"Sister." The word was so flawless, as if he was a normal 18 year old, which he definitely wasn't. He wiped away the tears and have me a rare, small smile. I laughed, putting my head back.

I couldn't believe the progress Fang was making. A few months ago, it would take weeks for him to say a word. Now, he can manage multiple words in one day. I smiled at him, clapping my hands.

"Now only if I was as good as you are in math," I playfully complain. Fang nodded smugly, and I poke his stomach.

"You're amazing, Fang," I quietly say. He moves his hands in positions I only understand, a language him, me, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend's sister understand.

'You're better,' he said.

"Thanks Fang. Now, get some rest. Goodnight." I hug him, and even if he doesn't hug back, he pays my back. I leave, leaving him alone in his room.

Fang POV

I watched as my adopted sister left the room, pride of me radiating off her body. I get under my covers and grab my black laptop. I log onto my account on a blogging website, and I got a message.

'At least you're in bed.' Nudge. I smirk and reply back.

'You weren't specific. Now you go to bed.'

'Kk. Night.' Nudge has logged off. I sigh. My little sister has helped me so much, it's not even funny. I start typing under my blog.

'So today I learned the words Church and sister. So, God, please help me. I need progress. This is hard on everyone, especially Nudge. She needs a brother who'll threaten all the jerks who try to date her. But thanks for the progress. Fang.' I log off, smirking in pleasure at the hits I've gotten. My blog was famous.

I'm sure I'm killing you, not telling you what's wrong with me.

I've become a mute. And it's hell. At least My Voice will help with that.

A/N: So I decided to make a more serious fic, and I got bored. So now I have to update FOUR stories. Joy. So review, and I think you'll be happy with the updates.

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