Piper's POV

I hated mornings. I mean really what's the point in waking up at six o'clock in the morning just to go to school? Why couldn't school start at like… twelve instead of nine? Ugh.

I pulled myself out of bed to take a shower. The warm water felt wonderful on my back. I sighed as I got out of the shower. When I looked in the bathroom mirror I wasn't surprised at what I saw.

My brown hair was wet and pushed back, the curls covering my shoulders. My flawless skin was sill flawless but a few shades lighter than it should have been. And my gold eyes were red and puffy.

One more thing I hated was crying. I felt weak when I cried, but I couldn't exactly help it. Last night I had overheard my older brother, Damon, and my mom get into an argument. They had been arguing for months now and it was affecting their relationship and the rest of the family. When I heard them fighting down stairs, I just broke down and began to cry. And of course my twin brother, Wyatt, had heard me crying and came into my room to hold me while I cried.

From the minute we were born Wyatt and I had been attached at the hip. We had always been close. Wyatt always knew what I was feeling and often shared the same feelings. He also knew what I was thinking… sort of.

Wyatt was a mind reader, like my grandpa Edward, but unlike Edward, Wyatt could shut out people's thoughts if he didn't want to hear them. Oh and Wyatt couldn't hear our mom, Nessie, or my thoughts. We didn't know why he couldn't hear us, but it was nice to be in our own thoughts. But of course Mom and I could always let Wyatt in on our minds, but only if we wanted. We just had to use our gifts.

My gift was a lot like Mom's, but I didn't have to touch you to put thoughts in your mind. I just had to send you my thoughts. I could put any thought into any one's head.

Just then Wyatt walked into my room and sat down on my bed. I saw him in my bathroom mirror, so I slipped on my PJ's, wrapped the towel on the top of my head, and walked into my room.

"Morning," Wyatt said with a smile.

"Hey," I muttered. I sat beside him on my bed and he put his arm around my shoulders.

"Sleep well?" he asked cheerfully.

How could he be so cheerful at six-thirty in the morning? Oh right… he's my brother. The always cheerful, upbeat, weirdo brother of mine. Wyatt had always been a morning person.

"Yeah I guess," I said.

"Well I slept like a baby," he said removing his arm form my shoulders and laying back on my bed with his hands behind his head.

"Of course you did," I sighed, standing up to grab my hair brush off of my vanity.

Wyatt had slept in my bed with me last night before. He had held me while I cried, talked to me in a soothing tone, and then ended up crying himself. Then we both fell asleep.

"Do you have a problem with sleeping in your own room?" I asked.

Ever since we were little Wyatt had always slept better in my room.

"Awe I just like being close to my sister," Wyatt said laughing.

I smirked at him. Thought I had to agree. I always felt more comfortable when i was close to Wyatt. Another reason why we were so close was that we couldn't really stand to be away from each other. Some people would say that it was a twin thing, but Wyatt and I would disagree. It wasn't really a twin thing… it was an Us thing. A strictly Wyatt and Piper Black thing.

"Piper?" Wyatt's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I asked. "What were you saying?"

"I just asked if you heard Damon go out this morning," Wyatt said.

"Oh, no I didn't." I sat down crossed legged next to my brother and started brushing my wet hair.

"Oh well when I went down stairs this morning his car keys were gone," Wyatt said. "And when I went to his room he wasn't there."

"Did you need him for a reason?" I asked laughing. Damon and Wyatt weren't really as close as you thought two brothers would be. I mean yea they were as close as they possibly could be but not like him and I were.

"I just needed to ask him about something," he said quietly.

"Hmmm," I sighed. "Maybe he had work with Dad," I suggested.

"It's a school day sis," Wyatt pointed out. "Dad wouldn't make him work on a school day."

That was true. Our Dad, Jacob, had a car garage business when he and my mom moved to Denver when Mom was pregnant with Damon. As Damon got older he started working at Dad's business to make money and spend more time with Dad. Dad was pretty strict about Damon's shifts at work, but he never made him work on school days.

"Well Mon and him had that argument last night. Maybe he wanted to get out of the house as soon as he could to avoid her," David suggested.

Something sparked inside of me. Mom was always so close to Damon and now he was trying to avoid her? Wow.

I put my brush down and sighed. Wyatt grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Hey I know what you're thinking," he said quietly. "Everything is going to be fine with them."

I looked into my brother's gold eyes that matched mine. They showed that he was just as worried as I was, but he was trying to be strong for me. He was always trying to be the strong one.

"You know you don't always have to be the strong one," I whispered.

Wyatt laughed.

"Can't get anything by you can I sis?" he asked. I shook my head. "Well someone has to be the strong twin Piper."

"Not always."

"Well then who's going to hold us together?" Wyatt asked.

"No one," I said after thinking about it. "We just fall apart and eat a lot of ice cream."

We both laughed. Considering the drama of last night, it felt good to laugh.

"Piper! Wyatt!" I heard Mom calling us from down in the kitchen.

"Yeah?" We both called back at the same time.

"Breakfast!"

Wyatt immediately jumped up, but I stayed sitting.

"Come on sissy," Wyatt said grabbing my wrists and pulling me up.

"I'm not really hungry bro," I said trying to sit down again.

"Oh yes you are," Wyatt said picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

I screamed and kicked but he didn't put me down until we got to the kitchen.