Jenny & Jay - Volume 1

The first day of my final year of school had begun. As always, I was curious to see how much the girls had changed over the summer. Spotting a few easy targets filled me with excitement as I casually adjusted my dark blond hair.

My thoughts were interrupted by my mother's voice.

"Johnny, Amber, breakfast!"

I finished getting ready in the bathroom I shared with my sister, then headed back to my room, which was across from Amber's. The bathroom was right next to mine. Our parents' bedroom-with its own private bathroom-was on my side of the hallway, while the guest room was on Amber's.

Mom kept the décor simple-light green walls and light brown furniture throughout the house-though Amber had painted her room orange and white a few years ago.

I headed downstairs for breakfast, taking the staircase next to our rooms. My sister was already at the table, sipping her tea. As usual, she was dressed in one of her eccentric, colorful outfits-pants and a separate top. Amber was tall and had a striking face like Mom's, with brown eyes like Dad's. Though she wasn't particularly curvy, she had a great figure. She usually wore her long, wavy blonde hair loose.

Amber had already been in school when I was born, so she often made me feel like I had two mothers. Sometimes I found it strange that our parents indulged her whims, but she was clearly talented and passionate about what she did. She designed clothes and had attended several different design schools over the years, which explained her bold and noticeable fashion choices.

At the kitchen counter, Mom and Dad were teasing each other quietly while Dad finished scrambling the eggs. He was a tall, slightly chubby man with brown eyes and light hair. I had inherited my blue eyes from Mom, who now had reddish-brown hair and stood slightly taller than the average woman. Since she had played tennis from a young age-and still did-she was in excellent shape. She had taught me as a child, but I never enjoyed it and didn't have much talent for it.

Mom was an incredible woman, but cooking wasn't her strength, so Dad handled meals whenever possible. He loved good food. It was still obvious that they loved each other deeply, though thankfully, they didn't show too much affection in front of us.

The kitchen and dining area were on one side of the stairs, while the living room was a step lower on the left. Behind the staircase, Dad had a quiet study, and near the entrance was a bathroom, along with a door leading to the garage where he kept his car. The kitchen also had a door leading to the terrace. Mom had stuck to her signature light green walls and light furniture here, just like upstairs. I liked it-it was a cozy house.

Just as the food was ready, I started shoveling it in.

"Johnny, you need to mow the lawn today. Please come