Jaxon and Jacen Bradshaw, the only set of twin brothers from my very small hometown. I haven't thought of them in years with the exception of an odd fantasy here and there. Now that I'm returning home, they are consuming my every thought. I can't seem to shake the anxiety that seeing them again will bring, though we barely knew each other more than an attraction I felt with both men, this was not returned in any way. They own their own business, 'The Bradshaw Brothers Backwoods Bayou Tours.' From what I hear they are doing very well for themselves, much has changed since my time back home.
They still look like something from a damn magazine, which is completely unfair. From what I've heard, they had a rough childhood, and they've had a bad reputation for as long as I can remember. They are rumored to be descendants of Madame Marie Laveau, the infamous Voodoo queen of New Orleans. My name is Marguerite Aurora Eliśabeth LaBelle. Dear God do not call me that. I am Maggie, just Maggie. I just graduated from Tulane, and I want to be a high school teacher, I just don't have the needed patience for young children.
I am moving back to my hometown of Bellevue, Louisiana to restore my grandfather's home, I'm all that is left of my family now. This move is doing weird things to me, and I have a feeling that things are going to get interesting. Change is good though, right?