Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 32 - The Blow (Samson POV)Pt.1

Chapter 32 - The Blow (Samson POV)Pt.1

"Silas!"

"Silas!"

"Silas! This isn't funny! Where are you?" in my panicked mind I knew we shouldn't have come out to the woods alone, it wasn't fun now that I couldn't find my brother. "Silas!" I shouted ready to stamp my feet almost; he knew how much I hated these games. It was already dark, knowing that mom was probably still in town, I started walking in that direction.

"I'm going to town, I'll get a ride with mom," I spat angrily, it was the one downside of being his twin, I couldn't trace his scent because oddly, ours were the same, well to me that was. My parents said they could tell the difference but I was a new shifter.

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"Stop hiding behind your books Sammyson," Silas surprised me taking the car magazine from my grasps. Shaking his head, "you could at least be hiding a girly magazine behind this with the concentration you had," he teased but I'd laugh.

"Wanna go fishing?"

I shook my head, "No," I pulled a different magazine out, this one only showing luxury cars from Europe, "Camping?"

I looked at the weather, which wasn't looking like we'd get to do anything other than hide away in our tent while the rain pummeled over us, "in that coming storm?" my voice completely skeptical, but fading because Silas would think that camping in the pouring rain was fun. I'm come back with mud in my ears even if I stupidly followed him out into that.

"Why don't you go see if Thaddeus or Brennan will go with you," I said knowing they'd probably be more fun. "Ugh - I want to go with my twin - but - but I see how it is..." he began fake crying obnoxiously behind his hands, shoulders shaking and everything.

"You're like a child Silas..." I replied not giving him the satisfaction, sighing heavily he sat on my bed, "Seriously lets do something... why do you always want to spend your time hiding away, we can go hang out with Brian... he's has that new helicopter than he built, we can take turns flying it..." I scrunched my nose up, "three fifteen year olds with one helicopter?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"I give you five minutes before you're trying to weasel Brian and I for our turns," Silas had little patience, "You must be desperate if you're suggesting flying that helicopter," I shook my head still chuckling.

"We don't have to spend every waking moment together Silas, I mean were different..." I reminded him once again, I had no problem with how I was, I wasn't a loner in any sense of the word but I wasn't the social outgoing type like Silas either.

"Well you don't have to come, but I'm going to head out, let mom know?" I nodded, not looking at him, or even paying him any attention as he left my room. I hadn't known that it would be the last conversation I had with him, or the last time I saw him - we were twins - born just a few minutes apart - it had never once crossed my mind that there would come a day and we wouldn't be Samson and Silas.