Invitation.

Chapter 1: Siblings

"CAMPION, YOU JERK!"

I yelled in surprise as my brother ran in front of me, snatching away the notebook in that was once in my hands. I was writing a small little story in it, it was just about my brother who, in another universe, was a king.

He laughed hysterically, his hazel colored hair flying in the wind, the book in his hand in the air with pride. A wide cheeky, mischievous smile that I wanted to tear apart. My feet started moving and soon I was chasing after the figure who had stolen my notebook.

Screaming his name once again as I ran, my own hair flowing in the wind, I had to shove some of it out of my face so that I can see better. How was he running so quickly? I wasn't even ready or prepared for this excercise, yet my brother can run like he was in the Olympics.

Soon after a few hours, it was inevitable that my body would start to ache, but I didn't stop. I know that once I stop running, I'll probably collapse on the floor and just stay there. "Campion, hold up!" I called again with an exhausted tone, but he just ran faster.

Curse him and his long legs, I plan to saw them off later.

Now here we are, running through the neighborhood. Some of the people that were just casually watering their garden seemed to just stare at us with the most puzzled look, or they wouldn't mind because this stuff was somewhat normal to see around here.

The view of a small yellow house with a garden behind white fences came to few, I huffed and tried to force myself to move faster. I was tired and I deserve to kick my brother's butt to space, he took a sudden sharp turn to the left and kicked open the white door wedged between our white fence.

I took the turn as well, slightly slowing down and catching up to him. He got out the keys to our house and tried to unlock the door, seeing this as a chance to grab him, I extended my hand out towards him. Attempting to catch the thief.

It was then I heard the door creak open and I couldnt see my brother's silhouette within' reach anymore. I felt my balance tip and my face colliding with the floor, forcefully pushing the air out of my lungs.

I heard a chuckle in front of me, I looked upwards with a glare. His stupid smile still on his face, his chocolate eyes filled with amusement as he stared down at me. Slowly, I picked myself up and leaned on the door frame and huffed.

We stared at each other, sibling-to-sibling, for a good minute "I hate you" I breathed, worn out by the excercise but hey, I felt slightly alive. He laughed at my comment and set the poor notebook on the nearest table "I love you too, Larima" I rolled playfully my eyes and plopped down on the couch after settling my bag on the cabinet which kept our footwear.

He sat on the sofa not too far from me, his lips curved slightly upwards as he stared at me. Both of us sat quietly, I was sending a glare while he sent back a victorious smile. Stupid brotherly love.

I took the time to examine him, his uniform slightly messed up with all the running, his glasses weren't on his face — he never wore them to school — and I just wanted to slap that mischievous look off his face.

I probably looked similar to how he looked, except I was sweating more. How was he not sweating buckets? I don't know. "So, who's gonna make dinner?" I smirked as I replied, "Me, of course!" I got up the couch "I'll make some juicy dinner for us"