Big Brother

✓°Chapter one: Ties

Raine's POV.

Deadpool said something that made me chuckle. It didn't help that his face was weird, and my tolerance level was low.

"Malakai, did you get new tattoos?" Noticing for the first time I mumbled the question running my index finger over his knuckles.

He nodded; his face buried in my clothed stomach. I nodded too, for no reason, and continued watching the movie that was playing on his laptop.

He was lying down like a starfish in-between my legs and his head on my stomach so that I could play with locks of this chocolate brown hair.

"I love them," I mumbled again looking back at the slightly red knuckles, I couldn't make out what was inked yet but i knew that i was going to love them.

He shifted and stuck his chin to my stomach. His blank and expressionless grey —almost silver— eyes looked up at me with no sign of emotion, how-so-ever. My heart dropped, exactly how it did every time he spared me his eyes to see.

"I knew you would Raine." His voice rocked my room, husky and deep. Too deep for someone his age. He is only 18 – nineteen in a few months – but still.

I chuckled lowly and hoped he would at least spare me one of his rare smiles – which I hardly ever see.

His voice was so blank and firm, more like monotone, but it wasn't rough. Just insanely deep and alluring.

I mimicked him, mocking his deep voice. He just shook his head and buried his face into my stomach again. I felt a sting on my stomach, and I squealed.

"Malakai don't bite me!" I whined pinching his shoulder.

His shoulders shook as he chuckled silently.

"Don't mock me." He retorted.

I huffed and folded my arms across my chest.

"Well, I was only–"

A low vibrating sound cut me off. I picked up my phone from my nightstand and answered the call without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I answered glaring at the man below me.

"Babe." The person at the other end said and a smile etched its way to my face like an idiot.

"Logan–I mean–babe. How are you." I tripped over my words. Malakai grunted.

"You're never going to get used to calling me that." My boyfriend laughed making my cheeks burn red.

"It's not my fault," I mumbled playing with the strands of Malakai's hair nervously.

"It's okay. I just called to check up on you before I go to bed. What are you doing?" Logan asked and I could hear shuffling from the other side.

"Oh well, I–uh–I'm watching a movie wi–"

"–with your stepbrother." He finished.

"He's my brother Log–babe." I corrected and he chuckled.

"My bad baby, your big brother." He corrected himself. "Well, say hi to him. I'll go now, see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow." I nodded even though he couldn't see me.

"Alright, babe. Goodnight, I love you."

I opened my mouth to reply, but what to say to 'I love you'. . .

"Yeah, me too."

His soft chuckle resonated in my ears as he hung up.

Logan has been my boyfriend for almost six months now. He's always cool and laid back but also sweet and cute all at once, like a dream come true. He's the football captain and I think that's why my friends say I'm lucky, or maybe it's because he has this chocolate brown eyes and light brown hair that matches perfectly with his attitude and looks. He has the body of an athlete, but he is not even close to being as built as Malakai.

Anyone who had eyes wouldn't ever compare my boyfriend with my brother.

Malakai is like a walking spotlight; you can't just not notice him. I mean, I did when his mother married my dad. He has this long, chocolate brown hair that is normally tied in a low ponytail or just gelled back, so it won't disturb his eyes - which he always seems to be using on paperwork. His eyes were my endless fantasy, not his sculptured body or his height that my friends would always talk about. Just his eyes. They were grey, so light that you can't just look once.

The first time I saw him I stared at him until his mother laughed and told me 'They're not contacts darling'.

Other people seem to find that fascinating too. Too bad he walks around with sunglasses.

Our parents would have had their 4th anniversary together last month if they weren't buried six feet under. They died at a restaurant in Vegas.

"Wrong place, wrong time." The killer said.

I was thirteen, sitting on the beach with my friends and my sixth can of Dr. Pepper when a fifteen-year-old Malakai ran to me and told me to get up. He hailed a cab and told me to get in, I heard the news before we got to the hospital.

We'd been living with my dad's sister for four years until she decided to move to another country. Since Malakai wasn't a minor anymore, he refused to leave and said he could stay with me back in our old house. So, we moved back. Alone and never to be apart.

The end.

What end? Get that out of your mind.

My dad was an accountant, so we weren't actually poor to begin with, but Malakai's mom?

That woman was filthy rich. I think she was some sort of businesswoman before she died but she has a software company. She was cool too. My mother died when she gave birth to me so I wouldn't know how she would've turned out, but my stepmother was everything a mother should be. Caring, loving and supportive.

So here we are, in Brooklyn. Living in a very big house, the nine of us.

There's Hale and Jeffrey, the cooks.

Timothy, the gardener.

Solomon and Lindsey, the cleaners.

Joey, the driver.

And our dog, Cat.

We all live together, like a happy family.

"Get off me," I mumbled pushing his head off my stomach, still ticked off that he bit me.

If I got a dollar for each time someone asks if Malakai was my significant other, I would have been the richest youngster in the world.

He's everywhere I go and even though everyone finds him attractive, they're scared of him. I've never seen him jovial in any way and he became even more tough when our parents died. He had tattoos on his right arm that were like a sleeve and then scattered ones around his chest and left arm. There was a dead rose behind his left ear and I think it's my second favorite. He always carries a pack of cigarettes wherever he goes but he never smokes when I'm around, and I don't mind the faint trace of the smell that lingers in his breath when he talks to me. It makes me feel badass.

People find it repulsive that I'm not scared of him. I mean, he is my brother, why would I be? And he's not exactly how they're saying he is.

They just don't understand that he's shy and an introvert.

My friends get slightly jealous when he talks to me or kisses my temple whenever we clash in the hallway at school.

"No." He said blankly before looking up at me. I tried to remain angry while looking at those eyes.

His hand lifted from beside me and flicked the small pout that rested on my lips before smoothing it out with his thumb.

I bit him.

"Ouch." He drawled lazily and I giggled, rolling my eyes.

"You're so silly," I said afterward and even though his facial expression didn't show it, his eyes brightened at my smile knowing that I wasn't moody anymore.

"I know." He replied shortly and let out a breath as he lifted his whole body from my bed, he set his feet on the floor and rose to his full height, and I had to crane my neck up a little to look at his face.

He's 6'4.

He took off his leather jacket and hung it up. He looked at me and winked before taking off his T-shirt which looked small for him anyway.

Although I mumbled a 'shut up' my cheeks still heated up and I'm sure I resembled Pikachu. I could never get used to seeing him remove his shirt in front of me.

Never.

The bed dipped as he got back on it but this time, he sat down so that I was in between his legs and wrapped his arms around me as he leaned back into my set of pillows. He propped his chin on my head while I traced his sleeved tattoo absentmindedly.

I was aware of how Deadpool cut his wrists to get out of a pair of cuffs but was too sleepy to comment on it. The last thing I remember was tracing the new tattoo on his knuckles and what suspiciously looked like an 'R' on this thumb knuckle.

Oh! And a 'goodnight' in my ear and then I drifted off.

I'm happy that we have such wonderful ties.

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Maryam M.B ♥

Hello guys! Here it is, Big Brother is a short story about two step teenagers finding love in a space closer to home: their hearts.

Raine is a character inspired by me. I hope you guys enjoy this one