That’s what’s friends are for.”Mico hesitated a bit, and it took a lot of goading before I was able to get him to give me some of his work.“Er... you don’t have to do this, Sam. I don’t want to make it difficult for you.”I chuckle. “I think you’re forgetting who I am, Mico.”“Oh fine. Thanks so much.”I kept asking to do his work for him, not realizing it was encouraging a feeling of expectation. I told myself that if I kept this up, I might just be able to woo and win him. After two full semesters. She always has been.It was hard to deal with this knowledge, and to keep it a secret. Confusing. Painful even. But at some point, it just became the reality of our siblings dynamic. We both kept our secrets, both hidden in plain sight. Hidden like a stain on a shirt, a stain you can’t seem to wash out, so one day you’re hiding it in the closet, and another day you cover it up with a shiny new jacket.Her jackets name was Kyle.He was smart. Good looking, even I could see that. He was an honest. As most of you know I wentfrom having over three hundred 'friends' down to less than fifty in justover two hours. Most of those left was family, at least the family thatdidn't disown us..."That pissed me off, I hadn't known that so many people had abandonedher. I interrupted her. "I'm sorry... I didn't know..."She smiled. "I know... It's okay, you had other issues going on at thetime..." Turning to the group she continued. "So my first day at schoolas Samantha... I expected people to call me. “Well, I didn’t really get the full picture. Just tell me the truth.” She said. I was shock that she wanted me to explain myself. But I figure I owe her that much. “Don’t freak out, but today when you came in from your jog was first time I looked at your differently.” “Differently like how?” She asks. “Differently as in a non-brother & sister way.”I replied. “Okay, go on.” She said. I thought that would be the end of it. But I guess she wanted more details. “Well, at first I wanted to see some.