This chapter was suggested by Pandacakes2  so thanks!! I'm going to have to make it two chapters because there's a lot to put in here and this chapter has a lot of detail that I wouldn't normally put in. Sorry in advance for the longer chapter.
If anyone has any other ideas let me know and I'll do my best to add them in. But yeah onto the chapter!

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Collins P.O.V
Waking up the next morning I smell bacon cooking and jump out of bed almost immediately. Bacon is one of the only things that will get me out of bed fast. Running into the bathroom I take the fastest shower I ever have.

Going down the stairs I jump down 2 or 3 steps at a time and skid into the kitchen. Dad is sitting at the table reading a book and drinking coffee. Mom is having tea and looking at some magazine while the bacon cooks on the stove.

Both look up at me with amused smiles on their faces as I slide into the wall. "Thought that was you we heard destroying our upstairs." dad says while taking a sip of his coffee. Mom laughs while I pretend to look offended "I didn't tear up the whole upstairs! Only part of it."

    They both laugh while I examine the bacon making sure it's perfect. "Collins, we know how you guys like your bacon. Calm down." Neither of them have to look up to know that I'm examining the bacon instead of getting milk or something.

    "Uh huh, sure. Ha!" I stand up satisfied with a piece of bacon in my hand that has a tiny part that is darker then the rest of the bacon. "Then how do you explain this?" Dad looks up "what? Come here, let me see."

    I walk over and dad takes the strip from me. Suddenly he tears off the darker part and eats it. "There. Better?" he asks handing the rest of the bacon back. Mom laughs while I stare at the bacon in horror. "What have you done?!"

    Laughing mom gets up and finishes the batch of bacon while I carefully watch. Suddenly mom throws her towel at me and I'm so surprised that I scream. Then there's a noise upstairs, like someone has just run into every possible thing and we all glance up worriedly.

Devans P.O.V
I wake up. "Where am I?" Looking around the room I start to get a little scared. I don't know where I am. Nothing looks familiar.

I'm sitting under the top part of the covers on a bed that is way to big for me. This room is huge with painting supplies and canvases some with finished paintings of people and places, some blank, and some half finished over on one side of the room. The closet on the other side of the room is open slightly and clothes that are way to big for me are hung up neatly. The floor is absolutely cleaned on anything and for some reason this makes me very satisfied. The window facing the bed is letting in some light but not a lot. "What is going on here?"

Jumping down from the bed I walk over to the door and open it slowly, not knowing what to expect.

It's a long hallway (to me at least) with a couple doors going off to different rooms and stairs at the other end of where I cautiously stood. There's clutter in the hallway, which I carefully pick around to look into the room closest to the stairs. It looks like a bathroom with a toilet, sink, bathtub, closet that sort of thing. Inside the bathroom is warm and smells like shampoo so I made a guess that someone had just showered.

Walking out of the bathroom I walk past the door I just came out of and go across the hall to the door opposite it and look inside. Another bedroom. Only this one was much messier then the one I left. Clothes were scattered across the floor with various objects hidden among them. Part of the room was clean, the desk facing the door and the bed. Again various things lined the shelves, though I noticed that playing cards and Star Wars were the most common. Clothes were hung up in the closet, yet not according to the type of shirt (short sleeves, long sleeves, etc) like the room I woke up in. Seeing this I had the strong urge to rip down the shirts and put them back in the closet correctly. Before I could completely clean this room I walked out and walk over to the last door.

Another bedroom. But this one had a huge bed and it seemed like the room had two personalities which it showed splitting down the middle. The bed was made but one side of the room had makeup, hair products, and women's clothes everywhere while the other side of the room had men's clothes and books.

Turning around I walk out of the room and have a heart attack when I hear a scream downstairs. Stumbling around I crash into about everything on the floor and come to a stop at the stairs, my heart pounding so hard I think whoever was downstairs could hear it.

Terrified I curl into a ball in the corner and hope no one heard me. Sadly though I hear steps coming up the stairs.

"What in the world was that?" I hear someone mumble to themselves as they come to the top of the stairs. A whimper escapes me when I see them. "So tall" they turn toward me "Devan? Was that you?"

I say nothing "Why are you curled up into a ball? Are you ok bro? It's just me." I stare blankly. "Who is this? How do they know me? Why does it feel like I should know those blue eyes? Know HIM?"

"It's me Devan, your dope big brother Collins." I must have looked like I recognized him because he smiles and reaches out for me. Suddenly I felt a huge burst of energy and I smile, causing him to stop and look at me suspiciously. "What..."

I run past him into what I'm assuming to be his room hearing him calling after me, I grab a awesome Star Wars figure from the shelf and run out past him laughing and playing with the figure. "Devan! What are you doing?"

Running downstairs with the figure I see a skinny woman with blonde hair and a man with pepper black hair in what I'm assuming is the kitchen. I stare at them for a minute feeling like I know them. They both look at me concerned "are you alright Devan?" the man asks me and I tilt my head in confusion.

The older boy runs down now slightly out of breath and starts talking to them. Getting bored I decide to keep playing with the figure.

Feeling eyes on me I look back to see everyone staring at me "what?" I ask trying to make sense why they look so concerned.

"Devan, do you want to come and have some breakfast?" I shrug "what's for brewakfast? And where wiwl you be?" Everyone looks at each other I start to feel myself getting angry. "Why are they keeping things from me? Do they not want me to know something?"

"I need to make a very important call, but I'll come and eat with you guys soon." I watch the black-haired man leave, then deciding I have nothing to lose I run over and climb up onto a chair.