After I'd closed my bedroom door I leaned against it and sighed. I didn't think I've ever talked that much before, talking just wasn't my thing. It was Lydia's thing she just can't shut up, Lydia…How could she be so stupid? Wasn't she the one that said she hated people like Brendon? Yes, yes she did, In 6th grade when he told everybody that I was dumb and wasn't worthy to talk to, since I couldn't talk back as accurately as a "normal" person. But what is normal anyways? It's all an allusion. I saw him kiss Lindsay Walker a day after he asked Heather Sinclair out, the stupid bastard, the mean conceited bastard that stole my sister's heart with a snap of his fingers. If he even thinks about breaking her heart I will, and I mean this completely seriously, hurt him…hurt him bad. Hurt him really, really, bad….so bad he'll be scarred for the rest of his life. I grabbed my CD case from the top of my book shelf and flipped through it until I found something that matched my mood, Marilyn Manson? No, H.I.M. yeah. I popped the CD in the stereo and blasted it until the walls pulsed and I couldn't hear the serious mumbles of my mother and father. Slumping on my bed I looked up at the ceiling, at times I've wondered where exactly I would fit in if Lydia and I fought like we did downstairs all the time.

Nowhere, Isaac, you wouldn't fit in at all. I snorted, well, It is in my genes. I remembered what my parents told me of their high school experience together. I closed my eyes in shame as I remembered Lydia's tears. I did that, I made her cry…she deserved it for being so stupid. Maybe she doesn't really know what she did. I snorted again, Shut up. I think my head was on the 'Isaac really is an idiot' channel. I wish I could talk as fast as Lydia can, then I can verbally abuse Brendon while I beat him up. Yeah, like you could call him a man-whore to his face and beat him up, your even dumber than I thought. Screw the 'Isaac really is an idiot' channel, Now my head was broadcasting the 'You Suck' channel. There are exorcises to help lessen the stuttering, I've tried them with my family, but they didn't seem to be working. I blew my long jet black hair out of my eyes and looked at my alarm clock. The red numbers told me it was 5:30 p.m. I should get some homework done, But I stayed where I was on the bed. I didn't want to go downstairs. I didn't want anyone to talk to me, or even acknowledge me. I wanted everyone to leave me alone. A knock at the door broke me apart from my train of thought. It's ironic really, when you don't want to talk to anyone and someone knocks on the door, that happens all the time, it's rather annoying.

"Isaac?" My dad said from behind the door. I rolled my eyes and got up to let him in, I opened the door a crack and peaked through. Raising my eyebrows I waited. My father and I looked a lot alike, often pedestrians would mistake Lydia, him, and me to be siblings, but they were quickly corrected by my dad, who looked old enough to be a young father of children who were my age. Unfortunately Lydia inherited his tallness and I got stuck with my mother's genes. "May I come in for a moment? Please?" he asked with a smile playing around his lips, his eye twinkled, why on earth did he look so happy. He should not look happy! His twins were having they're first mind blowing fight. I nodded and opened the door wider to let him in, he had to duck to get through the frame. He was just so tall. I cracked a smile but quickly returned to my expressionless face. "What happened between you and Lydia?" he asked calmly, I looked away and didn't say anything. "Please, Isaac?" he asked pleadingly, I looked at him with wide eyes for a minute, his expression turned melancholy and the lines on his forehead were visible.

"I want to hear your voice." he said softly sitting down on the bed next to me. I looked at him with my famous sleepy eyes and lifted the corners of my mouth a little. "I'm not a mind reader you know." he said matter-of-factly, I let myself smile all the way for a minute. Mom always said that he could read her mind without even trying. Alex chuckled, "Well, its nice to know that your listening." I looked my dad over for a minute. His hair fell into his face, always, like he just got out of bed or something. He was really skinny too, "chemo and food didn't mix well" he told me. "Li-l-Lydia I isn't being smart." I informed him seriously, his expression changed from amused/melancholy to concerned parent. "How so?" I looked down at my black converses and sighed deeply, it would take a lot of words to tell this story, I usually had Lydia to tell half if the person listening wanted to hear it in a short amount of time. "I have all day." he assured me, I smiled and began telling him all about how I heard Brendon flirting with Lydia and how I was right behind them when he asked her out. Then I told him that Brendon was a bad kid and Alex, as a father, should forbid Lydia from dating until she found someone reasonable.

"So let me get this straight, Brendon basically ruined your life." I nodded, happy that he finally understood. "And, you feel betrayed by Lydia because she and him are now," Alex held up his hands and made air quotes "dating." I smiled at my dad, proud that he finally caught up (which was a big accomplishment for him) he was rather spacey. Alex sighed, "Oh dear." I nodded solemnly. "I don't know what to tell you, Isaac, I really don't. As your dad and Lydia's I should support both of you." I rolled my eyes and made an awful face. "Don't get mad at me, parenting two telepathic twins that are different genders is hard." I raised one eyebrow at him, ex out just spacey and make it spacey/weird. "Why don't you let me judge Brendon for myself, and you and Lydia just start over and be connected at the hip again." he said hopefully, I shook my head. Nice try, Dad. "Can you at least eat at the same dinner table?" He asked frowning a bit. I sighed, I guess that wasn't too much to ask. I stood and walked out of the room before Alex could say anything else. I wasn't worried about Alex being in my room alone, he wasn't the kind of parent that would snoop through his kid's stuff. If I was a druggie than probably, but I'm clearly not, no shit.

I jumped the last step and entered the kitchen to a three women of the house, I smiled at Mali, but I gave Lydia a cold stare (I also noticed that her eyes were red) It took a lot not to flinch in disgust at myself for making her cry like that. When Alex bounded down the steps Evelyn gathered all of us at the table, even the non-eating family members. When everyone was seated My mother took my father's hand, her face seemed to glow with excitement, Alex's seemed the same. I wondered what happened to make them this way. I knew Alex wasn't high, but my mom could've accidentally inhaled her nail polish remover or something, that made me slightly worried. "You guys," My mom said happily. "Your Father and I have something big to announce." When the big news leaped out of Evelyn's mouth, I swear, I think I had a stroke.