1.

As I sat in my room. It was the last day before I had to board the plane with my older brother, who by the way was my twin brother. Who by the way was my dad's favorite person in our small family, oh don't forget the fact my brother looks just like our father, but me on the other hand looks like my mother. I groaned when my father walked past my room to Fallon's room. I could hear what they were talking about, girls. Eww.

My father was the worst when it came to ignoring me. He thought of me as the son he never wanted and I hate that, I was the surprise baby hidden by my older brother's bigger body in my mothers womb. Even to this day my dad does more for Fallon than me.

Sighing I turned to the book on my dresser, It was my past passion... A sketch book... dad once called it stupid. But to me it was something I love to do and it kept my mind off of depression thoughts. The book was mainly filled with wolves, deers, and other animals I had seen and thought were beautiful... I was going to go to college for art, while my older brother was going for football. He was our high school qb. I could tell my father was so proud of him. When growing up everyone was trying to compare us, even my father compares us. There was one time I stood there while listening to my dad go on and on about what a disappointment I turned out to be. While my brother looked so lost at what to do.. But then I lost my temper and yelled at my father. My brother looked shocked that I yelled at him, I couldn't take it anymore so I ran away.

Still to this day my father doesn't care, It was my brother who did care and do care because he went out to find me then he found me curled up under a tree in the woods. He brought me home and fed me and made sure I was not sick... My older brother was kind, he was brave, he was the only one who loved me in our family, hell I hated myself more then others did.

Closing my art book I walk over to my carry on and push it into my backpack with a sharper, pencils, and anything else I need. I turned the lights out and crawled into bed.

Tomorrow was the big day we went to the airport to catch our flight.

I let sleep take me.

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Third pov

The twins where in bed, stiles tossed and turned, while his older counterpart wide awake, Fallon was not stupid, he could see the looks their father gave the smaller boy, stiles look just like mom, he had her everything, from his eyes, hair, to her slim body to that beauty mark under his eye. He was the exact replica of her. While Fallon shares his fathers everything. Fallon pick to go to the same college as his little brother for two reasons, One - to watch over his brother, Two- to make sure the other boys stay away from his baby brother, yes he knew his brother played for the same team, so he felt he need to protect stiles from those who would only use him.

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Fallon was still awake when he heard his bedroom door open, standing there in his long wolf hoodie is stiles , stiless eyes were half close as he looked over at his brother.

"Fallon?" stiless soft voice sounds scary to Fallon's ears.

" Yes, sti." Fallon asked.

" I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?" stiless eyes scan the room to see what might try to jump out at him.

" Yeah, come here." Fallon said, opening the blanket for him. stiles practically jumped under the covers. Fallon smiles softly and listens to his brother's breathing. It had been awhile since stiles had a nightmare so bad he came to Fallon's room to sleep.

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Waking up was a painful experience for Stiles who found himself on the floor and Fallon nowhere to be seen groaning. He sat up and fixed the bed and walked down the stairs to see his brother talking to their father and a moving dude.

" Have them shipped in no time," the guy said before leaving.

" Let's get ready." Fallon said turning to stiles who nodded and followed to their room he found his backpack and his clothes he left out to wear. The shirt had a strong horse on it and a saying. 'To be strong, picture the stallion, who has to protect and prove himself a leader to his herd and a loving father' And a pair of black skinny jeans and some converse. He pulled his jacket on and head for his brothers room where he found him sitting on the bed full dressed in his own blue jeans and a shirt top with a black letter-mans jacket, he was the star of our high school years, now he will have to prove himself at college, he look at Fallon before nodding and following the older boy out of the room his brother spent most of his time growing up in, the twins meet their father downstairs.

As stiles came to the last step he watch his father walk up to Fallon and hug him tightly before saying I love you and goodbye before walking away, sighing stiles made his way pass his brother too the door, opening it he turn to look at the door his father left through, he knew that would be something that might happen when college came, his father was probably jumping for joy in the other room at getting rid of the problem he hated,

He knew it... but still it still hurts him to know that his own father hated him, walking to the car he would be riding in. He sat in the passenger seat waiting for Fallon to drive them. stiles pulled out his phone and hooked up his headphones before blasting the band called "The Muse".

The door opened next to him, Fallon took the seat and started to speak but once he looked over at stiles he realized the boy wouldn't hear a word he would say to him. Fallon sighs, he hated how their father treated Stiles. It wasn't his fault for looking like a girl or like their mother.

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stiless pov

While I sat next to my older brother, as he drove to the airport. When he got in the car he had tried to talk to me, but I was mad at dad. I didn't pay any attention to him. As look out the window at Arcadia and then to the miles and miles of trees that surround our small town, I would miss it, Arcadia had been my home for as long as I could remember, my friends, my life, everything I love was here and In order to make my father proud of me for once I choose to go to college in his hometown in Canada.

Which by the way he still paid me no attention once he found out Fallon wanted to go too. Which stilled my heart for a bit.

I wanted to hate my father.