Kids Come First

Kyle looked at the calendar. 

Tomorrow would be his 17th birthday. 

Yet another birthday celebrated without his twin.

It felt strange.

He sighed.

He vowed that next year, with it being their 18th year, they would celebrate it together somehow. He had already taken away the 'sweet 16' birthday celebration, so he won't do that for their 18th.

After that, he didn't know how things would turn out. 

His Death Day would be the following year and there were still too many variables that he had to settle as Kyle Smith before he could focus on it.

He sighed loudly again.

He seriously needed to fix this cold war with Patrick.

Kyle rubbed the back of his neck, thinking hard on all that he had done since he was born, until now. He knew he had to find some middle ground with his biological father, but somehow, he just didn't know where to start.