Not The Same

Bree's POV

Davenport had told us what happened on that day once we were old enough. But I didn't understand it back then, hell, 16-year-old me didn't understand. I glanced at the clock beside me, seeing it was just past midnight on a Saturday morning. We were promised no training, and I had all my homework done. I could relax for the day, provided I got some sleep!

I tossed and turned, my bed becoming more uncomfortable as the seconds went by. That may be a bit dramatic to think, but it was true. My mouth felt dry, my lips chapped from the heat in my room, when did my room become so hot?

My first instinct led me downstairs, my slippers padding my feet as I felt the air instantly cool the second I opened my bedroom door. Descending the stairs, I noticed a light on down the hall, behind the kitchen, right near where our fuse box and temperature settings were.

"Probably Adam," I knew I'd be right. There was Adam, fiddling with the thermostat, Mr Davenport had each of the rooms hooked up to separate temp gauges, so we could adjust the heating and cooling if we needed to.

"Adam, what are you doing?" I was tired, my voice was horse, and I still felt my lips, all gross and chapped. Adam didn't look fazed when he looked around to where I was standing.

"I was fixing the temperature in my room, it's freezing in there." Adam went back to turning the same gauge in tiny motions, the knob for my bedroom.

"You turned up the heat in my room, moron!" His head shot up, banging on the top of the metal box, he held the sore spot and checked for blood. Nothing there.

"We can just trade rooms tonight, then."

"No, go sleep in your room!"

"C'mon, it'll be like the sleepovers we had as kids." Yeah, when Chase was a tiny child, I could barely control my speed and Adam, well, he was Adam. Dumb and adorable, I couldn't imagine him with Chase's smarts.

"When we were all small, and Chase would just fall asleep right away. Besides, I won't be giving up my bed."

Adam shut the thermostat box and lifted me onto his shoulder. I was too tired to protest any of it. Plus, he wasn't exactly the kind of guy who would be smart enough to realise I didn't mind being carried by him. He didn't put me down until we were in my bedroom, the door closing behind us.

The room had cooled somewhat.

I turned to make sure my door was shut properly, it had a habit to not sit in its doorframe right; Adam had crawled into my bed, lying on his side as he pulled the pink covers over his shoulders.

"Get out of my bed!" I whispered fiercely, keeping my voice down to not wake our father and Chase.

"Why? Your room is comfortable," he wiggled back to the opposite side of the bed. "And you've got enough room to spread out."

The room was poorly lit, only small slivers of the half-moon shone through cracks in my curtains. Adam probably couldn't see my blush. It was one thing for kids to sleep in the same bed, a whole other thing for two teens to do it, even if they were siblings by adoption. We both knew we weren't related.

I gave in, the room suddenly getting cold again, Davenport's computer must had readjusted the thermostat back with its automation settings. I crawled into my bed, my back facing Adam as I too moved the blankets up to my neck.

"Adam," I mumbled softly.

"Yeah?" He replied, stifling a yawn into my spare pillow.

"Why didn't you just ask the automation system to readjust the heat in your room?"

I turned to face Adam, but his eyes were closed, his breathing evened out. His looked cute, albeit without the drooling, ew!

A.N. I'll be honest, I forgot about this story. It's been like 2 years, maybe a bit more. Now, I won't be guaranteeing updates on this often, I just think today my muse's head had caught on fire, and the only way to extinguish it is with my writing up a storm. Seriously, this is my third piece of writing today! That's insane. Hope for anyone who reads this that you enjoyed it, I didn't put a flashback in, because I felt like it wasn't necessary.