Chelsea Smile (boyxboy twincest)

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(AN) Uploading this early as a "fuck you" to the girl who told me to take down my boyxboy story and not to write anymore. Crappy chappy, because I didn't like the way the first one ended so i put 2 together and voila. Enjoy, if you want. you can hate, just don't tell me you hate it cause i'll possibly cry<3

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"We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors. They drown us out to sea. I look up to the sky. There may be nothing there to see. But if I don't believe in him. Why would he believe in me?"

"Alex, are you sure you wanna be singing that song?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"Because of the name.."

Alex just shrugged, placing down his guitar. I glanced at him curiously, my eyes scanning over the scar from his lip to his right ear. The stitches were fresh, so you could still see the thick red blood. He ignored it though; tried to pretend it wasn't there.

The name of the song he'd been singing was Chelsea Smile.

Yes, Alex only had a half chelsea smile, but it was still horrible.

He was still beautiful though. I guess I had to call him beautiful. One, because he really was. And two, he looked exactly like me. Insulting Alex would be insulting myself. Not that I would insult him anyways. I love him.

We both were exactly identical, not including the scar. We had the same pitch black hair and smoky grey eyes. We were quite skinny, but I had slight arm muscles were Alex was pure skin and bone. We had a few piercings. Alex had a 12mm stretcher in his left ear, and I had one in my right. We both had spiderbites and a septum piercing but we hardly ever wore that. It hurt like fuck when we sneezed.

"When are Mom and Dad getting back?" He asked, coming over to sit next to me. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, rubbing it gently. Mom and Dad had loved Alex, they'd loved him a lot. But after what happened to him, it was like they just couldn't deal with it anymore. They slowly started to ignore him. And eventually this turned into neglect. I was his Mom, Dad, brother and friend. I was all he had.

"They already got back," I said quietly.

"Oh. They didn't tell me," he mumbled.

"Hey it's ok," I assured him. "Just ignore them. Besides, you've got me. What more can you need?"

He playfully shoved my shoulder and laughed. I smiled when he laughed, he hardly ever even smiled. Well, physically anyways. If he faced you at a certain angle, his scar would make it look like he was smiling. That's one thing he hated, other than the fact that it disfigured his face. I personally didn't think much of it. Of course I'd love it to disappear, but now it was a part of Alex. And I wouldn't get rid of any part of him.

"Wanna go get some dinner?"

"Mikey, it's 2 AM.."

"So? Takeout from last night, it's still in the fridge,"

"Ew. I'm tired, can we just go to sleep? School's in like..5 hours,"

"Fine," I sighed and playfully shoved him back down onto his bed. We had those awesome ass beds that folded into sofas, they were the shit. I was gonna go get in mine, but Alex reached out. I laughed as he stretched his arms out. He was so cute..like really adorable. That's the thing with us. We were identical but he looked cute and innocent and I looked like the type of guy to run around murdering prostitutes. Which I never would. I wasn't really into killing people. Only one person..but we weren't aloud to talk about him. Last time I said his name, Alex had a panic attack. It was a no go zone and I liked to keep it that way.

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