Dream Mate
André grumbled, kicking my bed as he pressed my alarm clock against my ear.
I grumbled, opening my eyes to roll over and glare at my twin. His blue mohawk was braided and in his rainbow silk romper pajamas, looking like the gay pride swamp monster with that green overnight facial cream on his face and fuzzy neon blue slippers. If there was ever a poster child for being a prima-donna, it’s André.
“Back off, rainbow swamp thing.” I grunted and shoved his foot, making him stumble. But of course, the bitch catches his balance like the agile werewolf he is instead of landing on his ass as I wanted. I huffed, throwing my blankets back to get out of bed.