Hey guys! So my internet is fixed... (I think) XD Oh and writer block...how it comes to us all. Yeah it has been happening to me lately.. see I know were I am going with the story (sort of) but writing it out...yeah not so much... so if I don't post for a while don't panic...I got this :D (hopefully)

Jackson was pacing his room trying to figure out who Holt was talking to at the maul. He asked several times only making Holt completely ignore him. He felt worried and scared…but really didn't know why. He guessed it was from the fact he had no idea what was going on in his alter ego's life. It would make it easier if he just allowed Jackson to help him…But no he had to go all silent 'I got this' ego complex. It pissed Jackson off to no end, but as much as he wanted to get out the truth from him he knew he had his reasons. Jackson has kept secrets from Holt too…like when they agreed they wouldn't visit their mother until they knew she was able to handle seeing them. But Jackson couldn't do that…so he went without telling Holt. Also to the fact that Holt still really doesn't know what happened to their father…Jackson kept that one for more reason's then one. Like he didn't want Holt to think it was his fault and just goes back to the way he was living before. Falling on his bed and looked around the bland room his aunt and uncle gave to him for the time being. He missed his bright yellow room with red splatters; Holt thought it would be better with some red. He chuckled as he remembered waking up to that…how mad he was, but it grew on him…just like the eyebrow piercing…it took two weeks for him to give in. Before he knew about Holt…he would take it out only to have it back the next day. Holt now laughs when Jackson told him what he did; of course Holt fought back believing it was their parents taking it out as he slept.

Looking at the time and groaning…Holt will be mad if he didn't let him out soon. Two hours of home work…as well as breaking in their new skates Jackson deiced to buy for them. Well he had a pair and Holt got some as well…he didn't know if Holt would be able to wear them…but then again they really didn't know how they could wear two different kinds of clothing and be the same person. 'Ah…a monster life' Jackson thought miserably before turning to his side so he could reach the radio switching it on. Holt sat up in his bed hating the room more than ever…it was like it sucked the life from him. Checking his phone more out of habit then really thinking he had a massage. Jackson must have given up on trying to pry information from him. Finding his headphones under the bed he walked down stairs to see Heath watching a movie. Thinking it was best to sneak by him when his uncle touched his shoulder, "Can we talk for a minute please?" He voice was steady, but Holt knew it was more of a command instead of a question.

Following his uncle to the kitchen where his aunt was fixing dinner. Sitting at the table he waited tapping his fingers to the rhyme of the song. "Holt we didn't get to talk to you last night after you went to the maul with Heath," he started watching Holt sigh. He knew where this was going. He really didn't want to have the conversation his uncle really wanted to have, so he deiced to try to make him think about something else, "I did apologize for takin' Jackson's car," Holt said smiling his good kid smile, making his uncle just watch him, "Or I at least thought about it."

His aunt made a noise making her husband glare at her, "That's not what I was talking about Holt," He said knowing Holt would try to avoid him, "But you really should apologize, you don't have a license but he does, respect that."

Making a face he laid his head on the table, "It doesn't matter…drivin' is fun."

"That isn't the point Holt," he said sighing, "now quit trying to get away what I really want to talk about," Holt grumbles turning around in his seat.

"I ain't doin' anythin'."

Massaging in between his eyes, "Yes Holt you are, and the fact that you are trying so hard to distract me means you know exactly what I want to talk about."

Not really giving in, "fine."

"Now what happened at the maul?" He asked knowing Holt would try to avoid again.

"We skated and I got a ghoulfriend." He said smiling, "Her name is Frankie and-"

"Holt…"

Rolling his eyes, "well you said-"

"Holt!"

"Fine, fine," Holt said taking in his uncle's aggravated tone, "I saw someone I knew from the club," He saw his aunt's face turn from amusement to shock, "but I took care of it." He stated in a rush before either one of them could interrupt, "she won't bother me again." He lied.

His uncle didn't seem to believe Holt's little lie, "are you sure?"

"You haven't been there since…you know?" His aunt asked with a pan in her hand.

"No I haven't." He told his aunt and then turned to his uncle…lying was so hard to him he had to make sure he didn't see through him. "Positive," Holt said with his normal smile looking his uncle in the eyes.

He just looked at Holt, he didn't know if his uncle believed him or not but his aunt decided to break the staring contest by weighing the pan in her hand, "good I hate to knock some bitch out for you."

His uncle laughed taking the pan from his wife, "No…that would be wrong."

Holt chuckled at his aunt and uncle…it reminded him of how his parents were…just opposites. His father wanted to fight everyone, and his mother would be the voice of reason. In seeing them now talking Holt decided to take their moment to sneak out of the kitchen when his uncle called to him, "Just remember whatever you do affects more than just you."

Holt cringed…his uncle knew he was lying. Damn, why could he read him so easily? Sighing he walked over and jumped his cousin causing him to fight back. "What's the problem cuz? Not strong enough to push me off?" Holt taunted him as he sat on him.

"Get off me you dick!" Heath shouted trying to buck off Holt.

Laughing he poked Heath in the side making him chuckle, "Did I just find out you are ticklish?" Holt's eyes grew as his cousin sunk under Holt's mischievous smile.

"Holt…don't you even!"

Holt attacked his cousin making him fight harder finally pushing Holt off him and running around the couch. "Not fair!"

"I find it fair!" He taunted as Heath threw a pillow at him. "Back evil beast!"

Holt dodged the pillow, "evil I can handle, but beast! I'm slightly offended!"

Heath growled jumping over the couch like Holt did to attack him first only succeeding at falling on the couch allowing Holt to sit on him again. "Evil is the truth!" Heath yelled in between laughing as Holt tortured him.

"Boys! Knock it off!" His uncle shouted into the living room.

"We ain't doin' anythin'!" Holt shouted back when he heard laughing in the other room.

"Holt I may not be able to see you, but I can hear you, now get off Heath!"

Holt groaned poking Heath one more time in the side before hoping off. "For now truce."

"Truce, psh…I had you the entire time!" Heath taunted getting an amused look from Holt.

"Suuurreee…."

"Dinner!" His aunt shouted before Holt could steal the remote from Heath who had it in his hand and a fire ball in the other.

Sitting down at the table Heath glared at Holt who waved the remote he picked up on his way out. "Mine after dinner, unless you are man enough to try to take it from me!"

"Boys…come on not tonight," his uncle scolded making Heath sink back in his seat.

"And you hoped for twin boys…" His aunt said shaking her head as she sat the meatloaf on the table.

He just smiled at his wife, "Yeah I did…"

"Oh could you imange my twin! We would be the most awesome duo ever!"

Holt got him a plate of meatloaf looking it over grinning, "Or he could be the exact opposite of you."

Heath glared at Holt, "I doubt that! We would do everything together!"

"Holt is right…just because you are twins doesn't mean you are going to be alike." His father said, "remember your uncle and I?"

Heath grumbled as he at his food, "what about those were cat twins at our school?"

"Ha! They are fun to piss off!" Holt said laughing making everyone look at him confused, Heath sat there for a minute thinking before he jumped in excitement, "Oh no you didn't!"

"I did…" Holt smiled his mischievous grin, glad to be getting away from the other conversation, "Toralei pissed me off so…"

"So what did you do?" His aunt said raising an eyebrow.

"Umm…yeah…" Holt started to say rubbing the back of his neck looking anywhere but his aunt, "well would you look at that I just remembered Jackson loves meatloaf."

"Holt don't you dare!" She yelled right before Jackson returned to them looking around the table.

"Okay…I am scared to know what Holt put on this…" Jackson said looking at the plate of food with a scared look making his cousin laugh.

"Alright…that takes Holt out of questioning," His uncle said looking over at his son who choked a little on his food.

"I had nothing to do with it!"

"Sure, now spill what did Holt do?'

Heath sunk underneath his parents gaze. "He may or may not have set up a water trap to soak the were cats, and it may have or may not have happened right before final hour today." Heath answered staring at his plate.

"Why did Holt do this?"

"Well…if I remember correctly was because Toralei decided to pick on Frankie."

Jackson poked at the food on his plate…he really didn't like mash potatoes…or the fact the Holt picked out the food. Switching to the other plate his aunt got out for him just in case Holt's phone died. Grabbing some Mac and Cheese he ate listening to why Holt almost got detention. As much as Jackson hated to know that Holt stood up for Frankie, it was nice he was putting his time for someone else. After dinner was done Heath grabbed Jackson looking him over for the remote Holt hid next to him.

"Ah ha!" He shouted running back to his movie leaving a slightly disheveled Jackson by his chair.

"They have been at it since he walked down the stairs." His aunt answered his unspoken question with a giggle.

"I could have guessed, but there is a show I want to watch so Heath is going to have to hand it over."

His uncle sighed knowing there wasn't going to be a quiet moment in the house as long as Jackson decided to fight with Heath. "And remember like I said before, you wanted twin boys."

"And I am forever grateful to have one instead of that two." He slowly said as he heard Jackson smack Heath with a pillow.

After Jackson won the remote from his cousin and spent the next few hours of watching T.V. but saw it was getting late and headed to his room. Heath laid half off the couch snoring, figuring it was best not to leave him there, he picked him up to move to a more comfortable position before leaving.

Getting his school things ready for the morning, knowing Holt would more than likely be out to go to school in the morning. He even went as far as placing a note on the bag reminding Holt not to forget it. Thinking over dinner he even left another note saying 'Thanks' even though Holt won't really know what Jackson was thanking him for. Taking a deep breath closing his eyes, this was getting better. Looking after himself and Holt…it gave life a little more of an interesting twist…one Jackson would be happy to give up, but all in all it was his life. Jackson sat on the bed and turned on the music letting Holt out for the rest of the night.

Holt gave a grateful sigh to see he was the only one awake. Growling at the clock that said 1:00am, Jackson took his T.V. time, but not dwelling on it for too long he got up and searched through his dresser. Pulling on a fresh shirt and smoothing out his hair he walked to the window, letting the crisp morning air fill his lungs. He moved back to his closet looking for something he hasn't seen in ages…he used to carry it on him whenever he went through a normie town. Dragging out an old shoe box with his name written on it, Jackson knew not to touch this box…just like Holt knew not to touch Jackson's shoe box. Whatever that nerd put in there wasn't for Holt's eyes. Opening his box he took out a few old pictures to find what he really was looking for. Running his hand across the smooth surface, he recalled how he came across it. He was lucky to steal it without being caught, even if he did shoot the guy with it. He didn't die of course and no one believed the man that a blue teenage monster shot him with a gun. Even with his monster strength and fire elements it still made him feel safer having this piece of normie metal with him. Of course when it came to dealing with monsters who knew him…it was better to come with a little more extra fire power. Now Addey and Mik will finally realize that messing with him was a bad idea.