'had to go to Italy,work crisis. Be back in two weeks
mom and dad'
Typical mom and dad, come home for the weekend and then leave for another couple of weeks. It's probably the only reason why i still live at home at the age of twenty two, oh and because of Beo, my eighteen year old baby brother. Beo wouldn't survive the way Bas and I had. Since we were twelve, Bas and I had been together since our parents started their international clothing line. It's not that my parents didn't love us but they were busy and we understood that, sort of. Bas left immediately after graduation and moved to Greece of all places, i stayed back in New York and though i had planned to move out Beo did not handle it very well, so i stayed home and somehow that brought my baby brother and i closer together.
'Beo hurry up, i need coffee' i shouted out to my giant baby, both literally and figuratively, while i put my dreads in a messy bun. The major difference in our family was me, not in the worst way but I was adopted from birth. My parents at the time could not have children but two months into my biological mothers pregnancy. my mom found out she was pregnant with Bas, so Bastian (Bas) born a month later than me, basically became my twin, four years down the road Beowulf (we call him Beo) was born and since then it's been the three musketeers. Most people would think that growing up would have been difficult for me, but my parents and my brothers were always protecting me from any bullies and when you have parents who design, well let's say i had to learn who was a friend and who was a foe very early in lie. our parents tended to call us their three graces from Greek mythology (two designers obsessed with ancient Greece, just called for fashion trouble). Beo with his boy-next door blue eyes and blonde hair and a smirk and words that could charm even Cruella deville represented thalia goddess of charm. Bas and his dark looks yet ever present smile represented Euphrosyne goddess of joy and then there was me always changing my hair colour from its original black (now it's red) but still managing to keep it elegant i represented Aglaia goddess of elegance and splendor.
By the time Beo arrived downstairs (probably fixing his hair) my patience was at minimizing by the second. 'were's mom and da-' Beo and Bas were the only people who understood that my anger was never a good thing for them anyway. 'I'll buy you an extra large cup of mocha' my answer came out hoarse 'you better.' and this was basically the mornings of my household.ns 184.108.40.206da2