I felt a bright, breezy day on a clear turquoise lake, and above me the white sail of the boat billowing as I moved along in the brisk wind.

"Plane! Plane!" I called, and Jonas turned swiftly into the trees, though he had not seen planes in days, and he did not hear an aircraft engine now.

I woke up with a start. My room was so familiar, with its closed curtains of the morning, and a big bookcase near the door. But now, it seemed I had another home, somewhere in the distance.

The closed door was pushed open, and Jonas walked in.

"Good morning, Gabe! Did you have a nice sleep? Any dreams worth talking about?" At the mention of talking about dreams, his eyes got glassy.

Jonas had claimed that he was my brother, and I couldn't doubt that. Why should I? I had no other clues, let alone any answers. But the difference between us was enormous… other than our eyes, of course. They were both the same pale shade that had depth. However, he had dark brown hair, while my golden curls bounced around. Also, I always wondered why we didn't have any parents… Jonas had told me that they had abandoned us when we were younger.

"Good morning, Jonas. You could say that I had an OK sleep… however I had a dream."

At this, Jonas perked up.

"A dream…?"

"Yeah. I was pointing at a bird in the sky, calling it a plane. You hurriedly biked into some nearby trees… you seemed very scared…"

"Ah…"

"That's near the end… another part was when this grown-up… I had no idea who he was, anyway, he was taking me on a bike… it seemed the same bike; to a place he called 'his dwelling.' And… there was something else. A sail, oh, Jonas, it was beautiful."

"Ah…well, Gabe…"

"Yeah?"

"I have been keeping a secret from you all these years now… for around fourteen years now, I believe…"

"I was only two back then."

"Yes."

"And?"

"Never mind. I'll tell you some other time."

That was how that particular morning went. For the rest of the week, Jonas was distant, as if remembering a long ago memory.

One day, I could hold it no longer.

"Jonas! Come on, tell me!"

"Tell you what?"

"You know… 'I have been keeping a secret from you all these years now… for around 14 years now, I believe…'"

"Oh. That."

"Yeah! That!"

"Well…" Jonas paused, unable to go on.

"Jonas, don't tell me that that's the whole story. That's not. I know it. There's more."

Jonas cleared his throat.

"Uh, well… I used to live in…"

Ok guys, this is my first story... i have no idea why i did a chapter story for my first fan fic... but whatever.

but anyway, i know it's kind of stupid, and i think that it gets stupider as it goes on... but once again, whatever.

and, once again, this is my first fanfic, so no flames please, no matter how bad it is...

thanks! and enjoy