Ethanial

After putting all my stuff that I could for the day away, I decided to say screw it and go to bed. I really didn't feel like dealing with my parents or my sisters. Especially with the twins more than likely embarrassing me about Caleb. Or, at least that's what I would like to do.

"Ethanial! Come down and eat dinner!" Our ever so loving mother shouted.

"I'm not feeling that hungry!" I yelled back, seriously not wanting to do anything with them.

"EJ, come on!" I hear Lillian shout. "We won't tease you about earlier." I snorted. That was about as reliable as Issei from High School DxD saying he will never perv again.

"Yeah, and pigs fly!" I yelled, "Unless you can give me a written statement, no way am I coming down now."

"EJ, if you don't get here, I will embarrass you in front of everyone at school," Vanessa threatened. It's times like these where I wish I called her Lilith instead Lillian. But, too late now. "On my way, Satan," I replied.

I walk out of my room and down the stairs to face the she-demon named Vanessa. Bracing myself for the worst, I head for the dining room. Surprisingly, everyone was just sitting at the table. I kept my eye on the twins as I sat down. Who knows what the she devils are planning.

Silence fell over the table as we ate our pizza, because who in their damn mind would really want to cook after a long day of moving things all over the place. Just then, just as I thought dinner wouldn't go horribly wrong, it did. Never could have a good thing.

"So, EJ," Lillian said with a smirk, "what do you think about Caleb?"

"Oh my God, could we not?" I replied. There is no way in hell that I want to get into this conversation.

"Who's Caleb?" Dad asked, the look on his face saying he was anything but pleased.

"No one," I quickly said.

"Ethan, come on," Mom started, "just tell us who he is."

At this moment, I wanted to do nothing more than bang my head on the table. Did I do something wrong in my past life or something? What did I do to deserve this shit?!?

"He's one of the mover guys that just wanted to apologize about his dick of a brother," I said, trying to downplay it as much as I can.

"Who could be gay and be the one for you~" Lillian sang.

"Oh please, he's about as right for me as a Karen is for the management," I retorted, Jack agreeing with me by mentally nodding.

"Opposites attract!" Vanessa exclaimed with her arms outstretched, hands towards me. "Like Naruto and Sasuke!"

"They both have tragic backstories and hide their pains through masks," I said bluntly, "One just jokes around while the other became an emo. The only real difference is that one had his entire clan murdered by his brother before killing said brother and the other had no family since the day he was born. And the cherry on top is that they aren't even gay in the first place!"

I swore that if this was an anime, the twins would be having tears on their face. "We know! You don't have to remind us!" they cried. I shook my head as Jack cackled.

"Okay, no more talks about boys," Dad said in disgust, "or anything else relating to romance."

"Oh hon, let them talk," Mom said. "We won't have to worry about Ethanial or Hyde getting a girl pregnant."

"Excuse me, I didn't need to be dragged in this conversation, thank you very much," Jack snapped, putting in his two cents. "I have been quiet this entire time, and not only do you not use my name, again, but you also question my sexuality and just assume what it is."

"But is she wrong?" Lillian asked.

"No, but that's not my point," he said. "My point is that it's not right to assume something, even if it might be true. It irritates the fucking hell out of me."

'Try getting it through their heads,' I told him. As if life decided to chuck a bucket at me, things got worse.

"Hyde, you're not an actual person, so your opinion doesn't really matter," Dad said, hurting the both of us.

"Seriously?" Jack asked incredulously. "I'm just as much of a person as Ethan is! Just because I don't have a body of my own doesn't mean that I'm less human than he is! What the bloody hell would I have to do to prove to you that I'm as a son to you like Ethan is?!"

"When you can prove that you're not a monster," he stated coldly.

I decided to butt back in and say, "So you're saying that if I did something that 'monster' would do, I would be considered a monster?"

Dad, not realizing who had spoken, immediately replied, "Of course it does. Just because you can act and sound like a human, doesn't mean you are one."

Silence fell over the table once again. Only this time, it was of shock and disappointment. I stood up and deciding that I wasn't hungry anymore, I start heading towards the stairs, ignoring my dad's voice as I start going up. I could hear him getting yelled at by all three of the females in the house. At least someone had my back.

'I knew he was a dick,' Jack started, 'but I didn't think that he would be so much of one that he doesn't even bother seeing who is talking.'

'You and me both, Jack,' I said. I replayed what he said in my mind. He acts like Jack doesn't exist and when he does, he just thinks that Jack is something that can be "cured" away. Just like what Mom does.....

I felt a tear go down my cheek. Quickly rubbing it off, I remind myself that at least she sometimes tries to understand. I took off my clothes and slipped into pajama pants. Letting my mind wander, I think of scenarios about how the first day of school. Most of them weren't good. Only one or two of them seemed decent enough to be good, like making a new friend or something. Eventually, I drift off to maybe finding the perfect one. Jack and I don't agree on what kind of guy would be just right. But, we're also two different people, so it shouldn't be that unexpected. But, it would be nice if we could find a guy that could accept the both of us and loved us for who we are.

'Hey, don't worry about shit like that,' Jack said. 'After what happened with Sir Fuckboi, we need a break from romance anyways.'

I sighed. He does have a point. That guy was part of the reason we moved. That and people found out about Jack, but still. I thought he was the one. Jack didn't like him at first, but slowly grew to like him. He wasn't in love with the guy, but he liked him enough to where he was fine with him. We had actually decided to want to tell him about Jack when we found out that he was only dating me for a bet. You can imagine how I felt about it.

A couple days later, his friends tried to beat me up, Jack came out, and so on and so forth. Which leads to where we are now.

I kept on letting my mind wander until I fell asleep. That night, I had a weird dream. For some reason, I don't remember much of it, but the one thing that stood out was this really hot looking dude. I couldn't make out much of the details, but when he looked my way and smiled, I felt my heart go faster than ever. Like he was the one for me. I reached out to grab him, then my dream changed to something I don't remember.

Suddenly, I heard the alarm clock go off. I woke up to something going down my face. Bringing my hand up to wipe it off, I realized I was crying. I guess not actually seeing him made me sad.

'I'd be crying too,' Jack said, trying to cheer me up, 'so don't worry about it too much. Who knows? Maybe we'll see him sometime this year.' I chuckled. He's right. We never know what might happen.

Getting out of bed and getting dressed, the rest of my day was filled with trying to sort the rest of my stuff, taking breaks when needed. There's of course the usual arguments with my sisters, but that's usual. Bet anyone with siblings can agree.

Pretty much repeated the same thing the next day. Same dream that night too, the only slight difference is that he stretched his hand out to me, like he was waiting for me. Luckily, I finished doing my room and helped my sisters if they needed help before I could think too much in it. Which, they did. I know they're girls, but there's two of them. How could it take them so long to do their room?

Apparently, voicing it out loud was a terrible decision. First, it started with having to put the clothes in the right places, like the nice clothes in the closet and the casual ones in the dresser along with their undergarments. Then they had to sort them by color, pattern, and what mood they're in. Which didn't make sense whatsoever.

Halfway through their rant about jewelry and makeup, I yelled, "Okay, I'm sorry I asked!"

"Bloody hell, I should have made us leave the second they went on to colours," Jack said, deciding to take over the hell that I had put us through.

'You should have done it then!' I yelled at him.

"Then we would have dragged your ass back," they said, almost like they knew what I was saying. But, they also could have been responding to what Jack said. We never know. I decided it was Jack's turn either way to help out. I did all of our room, he only commented on where things should go.

We got done before dinner was made, but I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. It just depends on who has to cook. Because whoever cooks, controls what music is playing while cooking. Hopefully not Dad. His songs are the worst. He listens to edgy opera music that sounds so depressing, almost like the people who did it didn't want to do it themselves. At least mine has words you can relate to and actually wanted to make their songs.

The twins and I wait for dinner to get started unless it's one of us. We don't remember half the time when it comes to us. Then, we heard it. The voices of people who sing with no words and sometimes sound like they got hit too hard in the crotch. We all looked at each other and said, "FUCK!"

"Now we have two hours to deal with this shit!" Vanessa hissed.

"How about we go in our room and listen to Ethan's music?" Jack asks desperately.

"Anything besides opera is good in my book," Lillian grumbled.

We quickly go to our room and close the room. Jack quickly turned on the bluetooth while I tell him what song to pick. As much as I wanted to hear some of my sadder songs, I didn't want all of us depressed. So, I told Jack to play Roxanne by Arizona Zervas. Jack mentally agreed and quickly played it. As soon as 'On the gram' played, the girls groaned.

"Really? This song?" Lillian complained. "It's so overused!"

"Well, it's either that or depression, take your pick," Jack said.

They looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and sang along. We played songs for a couple hours, like Follow You by Bring Me The Horizon, Say So by Doja Cat, and Wrong Side Of Heaven by Five Finger Death Punch.

Nightmares by NateWantsToBattle is currently playing when we heard, "Kids, turn that horrible shit off! Dinner is done!"

If he was in front of us, he would have seen looks of disbelief. "How dare you insult us when you listen to depressed yodelers?!?" we all yelled at one, the twin sense working through all of us. One of the girls turned to Jack and I and said, "Whoa, since when do you combine?"

"Huh?" we asked. Vanessa quickly got up and got a compact mirror from their room. Jack and I sat there confused until she showed us. To say we were weirded out was an understatement. Our hair was white, but the roots were black. Our eyes were still blue and green, but they had a violet glow to them. And our skin looked like warm ivory, which is weird considering what our actual skin looks like.

"We look like that one guy that can turn into a cow," we said after a while.

The twins gasped in horror. "How dare you call Haru a cow?!" Lillian exclaimed. "He's an ox!"

"Whatever, how do we change back?" we said, interrupting them before they could rant about their show.

They just shrugged their shoulders. "Probably the same way your hair turns back," Vanessa said.

"So we're just suppose to wait an hour while our parents think of us as bigger freaks than we already are?" we snorted. "No thanks."

Lillian took this time to punch our shoulder. "Ouch!" Jack yelled. "You fucking wanker! What the bloody hell was that for?!?"

"One, you're welcome," she started with her pointer finger up before she raised another finger, "and two, you're not freaks! You're our brothers who unfortunately share the same body. If Mom and Dad don't understand that and try to do something, we will gladly support you in any way we can. Even if it means leaving them."

"Plus, it looks like you're back to normal," Vanessa said. I quickly switched with Jack to see if it was true. I looked in the mirror and saw Jack staring back at me. We sat there quietly for a second before feeling stupid.

"Why didn't we think about using the mirror whenever the four of us are together?" Jack said, facepalming.

"Doesn't Mom and Dad have a body mirror that they don't know what to do with?" I asked.

They looked at each other and immediately went to go get the mirror. About five minutes later, they came back panting. The mirror had the more oval shape than the square ones that people usually get. It also had this silvery leaf frame around it. But, it did fit with my room pretty well. They put the mirror across from my bed so that way all I'd have to do is put it in the corner to get the whole room in the reflection.

'This is the best idea ever!' Jack exclaimed.

I just smirk and shake my head at his excitement. It'd be nice for him to actually walk around the room and do what he wants instead of being stuck in my mind.

"Kids! Hurry up!" Dad yelled. "Dinner will get cold otherwise!"

"Calm your tits! We're coming!" Vanessa yelled back before looking at all three of us and said, "Don't even think about making a joke."

We all kept our mouths shut because we knew better than to try and sass the devil. One by one, we head downstairs to eat dinner and listen to depression. Then the smell of one of the best foods entered my nose. Steak and baked potatoes. It might make up for the sadness we're currently listening to.

"Yes! The great food!" I shouted, pushing past Lillian and Vanessa. I quickly got to my seat and sat down, grabbing my fork and my knife. I probably look like a little kid, but I don't care.

As soon as the girls sat down, everyone started eating. I just sat and ate in happiness, blissfully ignoring the yells of singers trying to top each other. It seemed like such a short while until all the food was gone. Everyone took care of their stuff before heading to their rooms.

I got dressed for bed then got into it. I go into what seems like my nightly ritual of dreading what school will be like. And unfortunately for me, it starts tomorrow.

'Dude, chill,' Jack said, 'Everything is going to be fine. You'll have some cool friends, embarrass our sisters in some way, and be funny.'

'You do realize only one of them sound realistic, right?' I asked cynically.

I could feel the irritation from him. 'I'm trying to be helpful, you fucking prick!' he yells.

I rolled my eyes and tried to get my mind off of it. Tomorrow is either going to be really great or really bad. I have the feeling that it's not the former, either.