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I enter my house with a sigh of relief.

Finally, school's over.

Well, for today only...

Sigh.

I throw my backpack on a chair and head towards the living room. I can already hear the sound of the television before I enter. A familiar blonde head sits on the couch, watching the TV. I grin when I see what my brother has in his hands from where I am. Carefully, as discreet as I possibly can be, I make my way around the couch and jump on him.

''Sup, brother!''

''Damn it, Lena!'' Xander jumps in surprise and glares at me. ''What are you... HEY!''

Cunning like a cat, I steal his precious and throw myself on the armchair across from him. I smile mischievously and take a huge scoop under his panicked look. I close my eyes and take another large bite with a content sigh. I hear him let out a gasp.

I open my eyes. His mouth is set in a frown while his eyes burn with anger. I smile.

''Give me my ice cream back!'' he orders desperately watching his little baby on my lap.

I roll my eyes. He's such a child.

''Have you ever heard of sharing?'' I ask, watching his eyes follow the spoon in my hand.

He looks up with a horrified look.

''Are you insane? I don't share my ice cream. So give it back!''

''You're worse than a girl,'' I mutter under my breath.

He probably heard me because he narrows his eyes, not looking very amused. His blue-gray eyes are a little bit darker than usual. I won't lie, he can look very scary when he wants but I'm used to it. I'm not afraid of my brother even if sometimes, I should be. One time I ended with a bruise on my cheek. It was an accident, but I have to admit it was my fault.

I'm such an annoying sister. He knows it, I know it, everyone knows it.

But hey, what can I do?

My favorite brother in the world closes his eyes and takes a breath. Damn, he really loves his ice cream. When he looks at me again, he seems calmer. Well, I know he's not inside.

''Elena, I won't repeat again. Give me my damn ice cream. It will melt!'' He looks at the ice cream like I am holding his child. ''Give it back or I'll have to use the strong way,'' he warns as he stands up.

''Huh, you're not the only one who took martial arts, brother," I cross my arms, imitating him.

He narrows his eyes at me, probably wondering if his ice cream is worth hurting me over.

I'm about to give up before he cries out when my eldest brother walks into the room. He looks at us alternatively for a moment. Fists on his hips, he sighs.

''Do I want to know what's going on, this time?'' he asks, looking at Xander.

''She took my ice cream!'' he points at me as I roll my eyes.

''Dear God,'' Edward mutters, shaking his head. ''I swear I'm adopted.''

''Of course not,'' I send him a wink with a huge grin.

Edward rubs his jaw, which is covered with a stubbly beard. He started to let it grow, which makes him seems older. Wow, my brother is a man.

Not like that baby on the couch.

He probably took a decision, because my eldest brother suddenly walks over to me and without warning, takes the ice cream from my hands. I open my mouth in shock. He heads over Xander who now has a big smile on his face. He takes the bowl from Edward and gives it a big hug.

Seriously?

''I swear, I'm the one who's adopted," I say, crossing my arms.

''You're as stubborn as him," Edward says, sitting on the couch.

''Am not!''

He raises an eyebrow. I mutter under my breath, making him laugh. Xander disappeared into the kitchen, probably afraid I'll steal his baby again. I shake my head. He's addicted, no joke.

The front door opens, followed by the sound of two pairs of footsteps and the familiar voices of our parents. Seconds later, they enter the room. I glance at Edward. It's kind of surprising that they are home so early. He shrugs a shoulder, answering my silent question. My parents... well, they don't have a normal job like everyone else. Even me and my brothers don't know what exactly they do.

Ever since I was a kid, the only thing I've known was that they're secret agents from a secret organization they don't want to say the name of. They always tell us it's for our security. Even Edward doesn't know.

I mean, they could work for anything. Are they some mafia agents? Or something I've never heard about? They never said.

The only thing I'm sure about is that their job is not... innocent. I know that they have sometimes to do things I could never imagine my mother does. It's like, really? My mother all badass? It's hard not to laugh at that thought.

''Hello, my badass parents!'' I say happily.

My mom looks at me, narrowing her eyes. She doesn't like it when I call them that but I cannot help it. Even though I don't know what exactly they do during their day, I find it pretty cool that my parents are some sort of agents. When I was a kid, I couldn't really understand, but I remember thinking that it was probably like those movies. I was always excited when they returned home. I would ask about everything they did during the day but the only thing they could say was that they couldn't talk about it.

Once, I saw my father returning home with bruises and blood all over his face. I started crying, afraid and shocked of that sight. My father hugged me, saying he was okay and it was nothing. That was the first time I got to see that my parents weren't doing a job that is really safe. It took some blood and wounds for me to understand.

So yes, I joke about it. But deep inside, I know that every day there's a chance that they might not come back. And that is the worst thing that could happen.

My father gives me a kiss on the cheek, ruffling my hair like I am five years old. I grumble and fix my hair.

''How was your day, honey?'' my mom asks as Edward begins to have a small conversation with my dad.

I follow her to the kitchen. I look around for Xander. He's not here.

''It was school,'' I shrug and take a glass from a kitchen cabinet. ''Boring.''

''Come on,'' she said, cutting vegetables. ''I'm sure it wasn't that bad.''

I raise a doubtful eyebrow and sit on a stool.

''Yeah, I'm sure that the Pythagorean theorem will be very useful in my life, every day!''

She laughs. ''Of course! Why do you doubt such a thing?''

I roll my eyes.

''So... how was your day?'' I say quietly, looking at my nails. I really need a manicure. No, I'm kidding. I don't give a crap whether I have beautiful nails or not.

She sighs theatrically, shaking her head. ''It was boring, awful. Nothing really cool.''

I narrow my eyes.

''You're not funny. Seriously, can't you tell me what you did today? Did you save a life? You... killed anyone? Spy on someone? Hacked some―''

''Elena,'' she cuts me off from my questions. I sigh.

''Fine,'' I grumble.

We stay silent for a minute as I watch her prepare the meal. I look at her as if I am seeing her for the first time. My mother is a beautiful woman. I got ― like all my siblings, her beautiful blonde hair. Her eyes are a beautiful blue, they remind me of the ocean and I got those too. I'm pretty proud to look like my mom. Xander has blue-gray eyes and Edward got my father's deep brown ones.

My mother moves gracefully like she always knows where she's going. I notice that her hands have some cuts in them, I wouldn't have noticed before if I didn't pay attention. She must have had them for a couple of days because they are already starting to heal. It's not a big deal but I am curious. I have always been, I can't help it. I am about to ask as innocently as I can about it when she speaks.

''Where's Xander?'' she turns to look at me.

''Probably still mad at me," I shrug innocently.

She leans her head to the side and raises an eyebrow.

''Hmm. You took his ice cream again, didn't you?''

''He's such a baby girl,'' I say, raising my hands in defense.

''I thought I have teens, who are almost adults... Not children,'' she shakes her head.

''I'm an adult,'' Xander steps in. He doesn't look angry anymore.

''I am too,'' I say. He looks at me and frowns. ''What?''

''You're so not an adult, Lena," he laughs.

''Well, you so aren't one either, then. We're twins, remember?''

He pretends to think and snaps his fingers. ''Right! I always forget.''

''Shut up," I roll my eyes and he winks. ''We are almost adult,'' I conclude to my mother.

She looks at us with wide eyes, shaking her head and looking discouraged.

"Well, why are neither of you helping me prepare the—"

Xander is already gone, placing the dishes on the table as I take the wooden spoon from my mother's hands. She gives me a gorgeous smile.

Crap. She got us.

•  •  •

"He's cute," Alex says with a cocky smile as a boy turns the corner of the corridor.
She sighs and plays with a lock of her red hair. I shake my head and take some books out of my locker.

"How many boys did you find cute today?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't look at me like that!" she points a finger at me. "It's important to explore all our choices. It's like when you look at a menu in a restaurant and end up ordering the same thing as usual," she makes a face as she crosses her arms. "Change is good, sometimes."

"Says the girl who always takes the same thing as usual. Your excuses don't even make sense," I state and close my locker.

"That's the thing! It's the beginning of our last year in high school. I wanna try something new. I wanna live... do something... exciting," her eyes have a sudden sparkle as she smiles at me.

I sigh. "Jeez. Are you talking about boys or food?"

She pinches my arm. Hard. I wince and let out a little shriek. "What was that for?"

She puts her hands on her hips. "For disobeying one of the rules of our friendship."

I look at her in disbelief.

"And what rule is that?" I ask, still massaging my arm. She has strength! And freaking long nails.

"To always be excited about each other's plans and goals. To always be in!" she frowns and makes a super cute baby face that I cannot help but smile at. She's so cute when she does that.

"Sorry," I sigh. "But you know that I'm not all over boys like you can be."

I am really fine with being alone. I mean, is it a shame that I only had one boyfriend, and it lasted only two weeks? Honestly, it was horrible. We got together and that was mostly because of Alex. He was the best friend of Alex's boyfriend at that time. She got the amazing idea to do that double date. And don't get me wrong, the guy — Ben Adams, was kinda cute. At the end of the night, he didn't try anything wrong and kissed me on the cheek. Alex took that as a good sign and was so happy about it. But it didn't feel right. I felt like she just took me to a place and sat me down, obligated me to play the game. I didn't like that and since then, Alex has never made me go to another double date or matched me with somebody I have no interest in being with.

She is my best friend and I love her, but we are so different when it comes down to things like boys.

Alex frowns and pushes back a lock of hair behind her ear as we start walking down the hall.

"I know that. But I'm worried about you... you've had no interests for anybody since—"

"She's interested in me!" a voice shouts behind us and an arm suddenly lands on my shoulder. I smile in relief when I see Wren.

"You? Yeah, probably not," Alex chuckles. "Aren't you already taken by your chemistry homework?"

"Don't be jealous," Wren says as he puts his other arm around her shoulder.

"What should I be jealous of?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"My love life probably more active than yours."

"Your love life with your math book?" she asks wryly.

"It's better than being with no one."

She strikes him on the arm and grumbles.

So, this is Wren, our other best friend— he'll probably lose this title but whatever. He's the third musketeer of our little group. We have all been friends since we were eight. I moved a lot when I was a kid so I could never settle and make some friends. Just when we finally stopped here and stayed. Then I met Alex and Wren and we have been best friends ever since.

Well, for Alex and Wren being best friends? I'm not sure anymore. I sigh when they start bickering like they always did.

"Okaaaay guys!" I separate them by putting myself between them before taking both of their arms.

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm your friend," Alex mutters, looking at him over my shoulder.

"You've always sucked at math," he responds, grinning.

She rolls her eyes. It seems like their argument is over... for now.

"So can I know why you guys were talking about boys?" he takes a look at Alex. "Not that I'm really surprised."

She ignores his last statement. "We were talking about Elena's lack of interest for anyone."

I sigh. "Can I leave while you guys talk about my love life?"

Wren stops walking, making us stop with him. He narrows his eyes at me as if he is studying me.

This is awkward.

"Hmm. I can tell she'll meet someone soon," he declares with a straight face.

Alex's smile could not be bigger. She faces me with hope in her eyes. I raise my hands up in front of me.

"Guys, seriously? Not with this again?" I look at Alex. "You've always said how you never believed Wren's predictions.

She shrugs before leaning towards me. "What if... what if this is true?"

"I'm dreaming," I mutter under my breath.

Wren has always told us how he could see things in someone. He says that his grandmother could do the same and that he can too. Like he can predict some things, but not specifically.

Alex and I never really believed that.

Scratch that. I never believed that. It seems she changed her mind.

Wren gives us a mysterious smile. "I'm just saying. We'll see anyway, right?"

I just roll my eyes.

That's stupid.

•  •  •

We're gonna finish late tonight. I made some food. It's in the fridge if you want.
— Mom

It's fine, I'm at Alex's. I'll let Xander know anyways. Xoxo
— E

"Who's this?" Alex asks from her bed.

"My mom," I put my phone on my lap. "I let her know I'm here."

She nods, even though she doesn't know how important it has always been for our parents to know where we are. They can be really paranoid. But I can't blame them. Why? I don't even know. I just know I can't.

Hours quickly pass and I finally decide that it's time for me to go home.

"It's already dark," I say, looking outside. Alex's house is only ten minutes from mine, five by car, but still. If I have to walk, I prefer to do it when it's not completely dark.

"You're sure you don't want a ride?" Alex asks as I put my shoes on.

"I can walk, It's fine. Think about our beautiful planet! Let's not pollute more than we all already do."

"How selfless of you," she quips.

I smile at her and open the front door.

"Ciao! Thanks for the food!" I say with a wave.

"You better say thanks!" she shouts sarcastically. "Sweet dreams, my love!"

I laugh before jogging to my house.

Seven minutes later, I finally arrive and reach for my keys in my backpack. I'm about to unlock the door when I realize it is already unlocked. I frown. There's a pretty clear rule in my family : always lock the door if you're alone, even if we're not. So why didn't Xander lock the door? Did he just forget?

Skeptical but curious, I open the door. As I step in, I remark how dark it is. There's no light on.

Yeah, it's starting to be a little weird.

I turn on the light in the entrance. It's better. I drop my backpack as usual on the chair and step in.

As I walk farther into my house, it's getting dark again. I look for Xander but it seems he's not there.

"Xander?" I call out in the middle of the family room.

The silence answers me.

Something's wrong. I can feel it.

I try to remain calm as I search for Xander everywhere, not even bothering to turn on a light. As I step into the kitchen, I hear something.

Crack.

It takes a second before I look down at my feet.

Glass.

As panic finally finds its way inside my stomach, I hear another sound behind me.

I froze.

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