SEAN

"Miguel?" I called out as soon as I walked into the apartment. The place was thoroughly trashed. Red solo cups and beer bottles littered the floor along with many sleeping bodies of people I didn't know. I could make out a distinct vomit stain on the cream carpet that covered the floors of the apartment. I was now past the stage of irritation, "Miguel!" My voice came out as a growl, bouncing off the walls and causing the sleeping bodies to stir.

Fucking cunts needed to get the fuck out of my apartment before I threw them out!

"Stop screaming pendejo, it's too early for it," Miguel strode out of his bedroom wearing nothing but plaid boxers. One hand was lost in his mess of raven hair and the other planted on his hip. By how bloodshot his light brown eyes were, I could tell he had a long night.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked, kicking a drunk guy that laid at my feet. It was a gentle kick so the man didn't even stir in the slightest, "When you said you were having a party I said I'd crash somewhere else with the condition that you sort your shit out before I got back."

"No one asked you to get back so early," he shot back, heading toward the kitchen. I followed him, watched as he grabbed aspirin from the cupboard and then drank them down with a glass of water, "couldn't you have come later on today. I would have had the place cleaned up."

"Later on?" I quizzed almost incredulously. The heavyweight of a migraine was beginning to settle itself onto my frontal lobe, "It's nearly midday, Miguel. Don't give me that crap. I just came home after so long and if your goal was to piss me off, then you're fucking achieving it."

"Mierda, I didn't realize it was so late. My abuelita is going to kill me. I'm supposed to meet her for lunch," Miguel hastily ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. If I didn't take the fucker as a brother I would have punched some sense into him a long time ago.

His granny, Maria, was my nanny and from there we became friends. Where Dean had Rose, I had Miguel. In the beginning, it was difficult. Drifting away from my brother wasn't something I thought I would ever do but time made it easier to live with it. Now, I barely knew my twin but we still had that truce.

'Never lie to one another. Never betray one another. Never forget. Together. Forever.'

I grabbed my bags from the doorway and made my way down the hall to my bedroom, finding the door open by a crack. Gritting my teeth, I opened the door with my foot and found three very naked bodies laying on the bed. Two girls and a guy. On my fucking bed. They fucked in my fucking sheets! I was pissed, beyond seeing red. Dealing with Rose early in the morning with her throbbing music was all I thought I could deal with today but the cosmos preferred me to suffer further.

Throwing my bags to the corner of the room, I strode over to the three people occupying my bed. I let anger control me as I yanked the blond asshole up by his hair, causing him to wake up with a scream. A scream I ignored as I dragged him off the bed, to the doorway, and then threw him out as if he weighed nothing.

Then I turned to the girls who each stood with one of my sheets around their bodies, "Get the fuck out of my room before I throw you out the way I did him." They visibly gulped as they nodded and scurried past me. I had half a mind to tell them to leave the sheets but I second-guessed myself. The sheets were unimportant, I could get new ones. Fuck, while I was at it, I'd rather get a whole new bed. There was no telling how many people fucked on my bed while I was away.

I rented this apartment the second I graduated from high school. Dad had trust funds for Dean and I and I chose to use mine to get away from home. California, Los Angeles was a place I loved and spent every summer so it made sense to have this place. It became my vacation spot whenever I needed to getaway. Then Miguel moved in because he needed a place to stay. Staying with his granny wasn't something he could do and still host parties. Usually, I would have been all for a party but with recent events, I wasn't in the mood for any type of human interaction.

My phone ringing pulled me out of my thoughts. I slammed my door shut, pulling out my phone to see who it was. There was a sense of annoyance that washed over me when my brother's name flashed on the screen. It felt like the universe decided it was 'take a dump on Sean Sunday'.

"What?" I snapped the moment I answered.

"Why are you in such a bad mood?" He sounded like he genuinely cared but I genuinely didn't want to talk to him. However, voicing my dislike for the current situation did sound appealing.

"Your girlfriend woke me up by blaring Cardi B this morning to which I now have a migraine," I gritted, waiting for his response. There wasn't a fiber in his being that wouldn't defend that obnoxious girl.

"Still suffer from those?" I didn't reply, waiting to see where this was headed, "Take your meds, Sean. The pain will subside. Music calms her down and helps her. Anyway, you were in her house so deal with it," there it was, my brother defending a girl who really wasn't his girlfriend but never once stopped me from referring to her as such.

The pussy loved her. It was obvious in the way he looked at her, treated her, spoke about her when she wasn't even around, the way he defended her. Why he hadn't acted on his feelings was beyond me. We had an understanding, she was his, and I would be looking out for her, making sure she didn't do anything they would regret later. Except, how could I stop her from being with another guy when my brother was too much of a pussy to claim what was his in the first place?

It didn't take a genius to know she reciprocated his feelings. Her dimpled smile whenever he spared her a glance could light up the fucking state of New York. Every compliment given or nickname said from his lips sent a raging red blush up her neck, settling on her rosy cheeks. Her pale blue eyes twinkled whenever they met his. If he wasn't ready to take the first step then she should have. Both of them were just frustrating at best.

"Sean," Dean yelled, "Sean, are you still there, or are you being a complete dick again and ignoring me?" I could hear the frustration evident in his tone. He only spoke to me unless needed. We could go months without talking, let alone seeing one another.

"Fuck, yeah, I'm here. What do you want?" I breathed, running a hand through my hair.

"Thank you for being there for her the last few days," Dean murmured almost uncomfortably. I imagine thanking me must have been the most uncomfortable thing Dean had to do his entire life.

"Yeah, it's not a big deal," I shrugged even though he couldn't see me, "Bet she's happy that I'm finally out of her hair."

"About that," Dean cleared his throat, "Just pop in and check on her once in a while. Not every day. Maybe once a week or something. It's not that I don't trust Lacy and Dylan, especially since they raised her. I just..." He let his sentence trail off, "I don't know how to explain it."

"You fucking love her and you just want her to be safe," I sighed, "I'll do it but only because I'll be there anyway. I'm going to be spending a lot of time with Lance and Damien so while I'm there, I might as well check in on her and Lydia."

"Thanks, I owe you one."

"Don't mention it. Now if you'd excuse me, I need to go to IKEA and get myself a whole new fucking bed and covers. The whole fucking works since MIGUEL," I shouted his name, making certain he could hear me, "allowed some strange fucks to fuck on my bed."

Dean didn't even attempt to hide his howling laughter as Miguel shouted, "Pendejo," I knew that was directed to me whereas the rest of his sentence was directed to the sleeping bodies throughout the apartment, "Everyone, get the fuck out!"

Dean's laugh died down and all of a sudden things became slightly more serious, "Amira has been trying to call you but it seems like you've been ignoring her calls."

"Yeah, because she turned from a casual fuck to a stage five clinger. I tried explaining to her that what we have is just sex but she wants something more, something I'm not willing to give her. So, I'm just going to ghost her until further notice," I informed curtly, "You can tell her I said that."

"I'd rather not get involved," Dean muttered, "Enjoy your shopping trip, brother. Make sure to sanitize your room while you're at it," he taunted.

"Fuck you," I cursed, ending the call.

~~~

I took my brother's advice and ended up sanitizing not only my room but the whole God damn apartment. The place was spotless, probably the cleanest it had been in months considering the parties Miguel hosted every weekend. If he didn't host a party then he was as some college frat party. At twenty, he lived his life off booze and women. At least he still attended a community college, majoring in finance since he was a magician with numbers.

I had sold my bed online and threw my covers away, setting up a new bed in its place. It felt good to be home, on clean sheets that no one else had the opportunity to fuck on. I was beginning to think I would have to get electronic locking for my bedroom door, just to keep people out.

A normal Sunday for me would be spent cramming for up and coming quizzes and examinations. As a double major, I had to work extra hard to keep up my grades. My majors were Economics and English Lit. I would have joined my brother for that course in England because we shared the same English major, however, I liked to enjoy the breaks I got every once in a while.

My brother majored in only one course but he put his heart, soul, blood, sweat, tears, and everything else into it. He perfected it because anything less than perfect was not him. Always striving to be the little genius. There was only a six-minute between my brother and I and yet our parents regarded him as a little genius.

"My abuelita asked for you. She insists you come to visit her the next time I come over for lunch," Miguel said, entering the apartment with a gleaming smile on his face, "she also wants to see your brother and Rosa but I told her that Dean hadn't come this time around."

I looked over to him from my seat on the couch. My feet were perched up onto the coffee table - which I made spotless so if I wanted to put my feet on it, I would do just that. The repeat of a football game from the night before played on the t.v. but I paid no attention to it, "Why would Maria want to see Rose?" I quizzed. Maria always referred to Rose as 'Rosa'; the Spanish alternative.

Miguel shrugged, disappearing into the kitchen. When he came back he had a bottle of whiskey in hand and two glasses, "You know how she is. She wants to see all her babies grown up," he took a seat opposite me on a recliner, pouring the whiskey into the glasses and handing me one, "Don't get me wrong, I love my abuelita but the woman can be extra sometimes. You'll never guess what she tried doing today."

I brought the glass up to my mouth, my lips curling into a smile as I tipped the amber-colored liquid back. There was a slight burn which heated me from the pit of my stomach, "This should be good. What'd she do?"

"She set me up on a blind date," Miguel growled, tipping his glass back and emptying the contents before pouring another shot, "And, the girl was beautiful. Fuck, beautiful doesn't begin to explain it."

"So what was the problem?" I asked with a cocked brow.

"It was when she opened her mouth that the problem started. Beautiful and yet dumber than a rock. I'm not even sure where my abuelita found this puta," he grimaced, shuddering slightly, "and I hate using that term but that's exactly what this chick was."

I chuckled, "She just can't stand seeing you single," I teased, finishing my glass and heading for another, "Maybe you should sit and talk to her about it or I can do it for you," my smile quickly morphed into a devious smirk, "Might tell her how her grandson is using our apartment as a way to get pussy."

"Fuck, you wouldn't dare," he hissed, "you're never going to let this go are you?"

"Grudges are meant to be held," I pointed out, cackling at the look of irritation masking his face. Deep down he wanted to laugh but laughing would probably only influence this further so he decided to stay silent instead. He was smarter than he looked, smarter than what people gave him credit for.

"Fuck you," he quipped, "I have a run to do, you coming?"

I looked up at him from the rim of my glass as I had another taste of my whiskey, "I thought you left them," I gave prominence to the word them for added effect. My eyes fell to the amber liquid swirling in my glass as I waited for his response.

"You don't just leave them, Sean," a sigh filled with exhaustion leaving his lips, "They want me to handle the finance now."

"No. Fuck no!" I snarled, my gaze meeting his, "This is stupid and it's going to get you killed."

"It won't get me killed if I do as they say. As I said, I can't just pack up and leave and there is no way of me declining. At least they protect their own, you know what I'm saying?" He looked defeated and I understood why. A mistake he made years ago was no impacting his future in a way he could have never imagined.

As much as I wanted to help him, I knew better. Getting involved would only put a target on my own back, "I'm not coming on the run. You need to handle this shit and as soon as you enter this apartment, all that crap gets left outside."

He nodded, looking dejected. It was the first time I decided not to help him out of something, "Yeah, I won't bring that shit inside and risk us getting into trouble."

"You know, the whole reason Maria worked so much was to provide you with everything so you wouldn't need to go down this path."

"Don't you think I know that? I was young and stupid and wanted to do what my cousin was doing. I didn't realize at the time that this would be for life. I haven't told her anything and I don't plan to so you better not either," Miguel warned, standing to his feet.

"Secrets safe with me," I muttered into the glass, "what time do you have to be there?"

"In an hour," he brought his hand to the back of his neck and began rubbing it nervously, "I...If...shit," he gritted, "if anything happens to me tell my abuelita I'm sorry. Also, you're listed as my emergency contact so unless I'm dead, don't tell her anything."

"Miguel!" I shouted just as he bolted to the door and flung himself out, slamming the door close behind him.

I settled into the silence, switching the t.v. off and continuing with the bottle of whiskey. After the fifth glass, I made my way to my bedroom. Sleep was something I wanted to get from the moment I walked into the apartment this morning but it was something I couldn't get until now.

Making my way under the covers, I laid my head onto the pillow and waited for sleep to take me. I was in a state of semi-sleep - when you're awake enough to know what's happening around you but not awake enough to do something about it - when my phone's ringtone blared.

Groaning, I reluctantly peeled my eyes open and found Amira's name flashing on the screen. I had the full intention of ignoring my newfound stage five clinger but if I kept ignoring her, I'd have to leave my phone off the entire time here; which I could not do.

Swiping across the screen, I answered, "Amy, what the fuck do you want?"

"Firstly, let me see your face instead of the inside of your ear," she grumbled, making me realize that it was a video call.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and grunted. Amira was on the screen wearing a black lace bra that barely contained her assets and a black thong. Her belly piercing glimmered as it caught rays of light. She had tanned skin and a toned body with long, raven black hair in luscious curls. Amira caked her make-up on, her medusa piercing winking at me when moved her head and it caught the light.

"Like what you see, big boy?" Her red stained lips quirked into a smirk, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. Clearly, she was horny and taking this to a new level and clearly, all I wanted was to go to bed.

The fucking universe just refused to give me a break.

"No," I snorted, and I wasn't completely lying. She had beauty but desperation did not suit her even though she wore it like the latest fashion trend, "now, what the fuck do you want?"

She flinched from my tone, rolling her eyes. My words never put her off and definitely never sent her running for the hills as I hoped. Even if I told her I suffered from Chlamydia she would still pine for me, "I just wanted to tell you that I'll be seeing you on Wednesday. Decided to skip the wedding and spend my time with you instead."

"What!" I growled, sitting up straight, "The fuck you will! You will stay there and attend whatever the hell wedding you're talking about."

"Awe baby, don't you miss me?" She cooed, biting down on her bottom lips in what she assumed looked seductive. Her fingers played with the delicate straps of her bra, trying to tease me.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't ask me questions you're not going to like the answer to. Quit calling me. We're done, Amy!" With that, I ended the call and finally drifted off to sleep.

Finally, a Sean's POV... What do you guys think of Miguel and Amira???!!!