Story: Between the Twins (chapter 1)

Authors: JuliettInJapanese

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Chapter 1

Title: Epilogue

[Author's notes: This is my first story, ever! Please review it! I don't mind if you say you don't like it (: I need to improve, I know it! ]

I make my way to the counter of the stripes. I stopped here to eat cause’ there were no barbacoa tacos as delicious and cheap as the stripes tacos; that’s almost authentic Mexican barbacoa. I listen to the radio as Matchbox 20’s Bent is on. Oh, that brings memories… It was nostalgic to hear that song, for me though.

“It'll be 2.07, miss” I heard the woman on the counter, getting my out of my day dreams.

“Ah, thank you! Do you have extra Salt?”

“Yes, it’s in that other table, at the corner of the coffee table.”

“Thank you” I made my way to grab some salt, and sit down at the small tables behind the coolers.

I am waiting for him to come. It’s almost the time; his class would be over in like 15 minutes, so I’ll have lunch already. I feel nervous as the time slowly approaches, munching slowly and drinking my Dr. Pepper so cautiously... I didn’t like eating when feeling nervous. It’s just uncomfortable and it makes me dizzy.

Finally he makes his appearance through the left door of the stripes, his coolness and confidence evident in every step that he takes. His hair was well done, it had a doubtful length (most likely short) and it was jet black, like mine. His expensive jacket gives him an air of a bad guy, but his face is beautiful, his eyes gentle. His skin is only slightly tanned, like the color of peaches, and red soft lips. He has the cutest nose in the earth. Just like mine. He approaches me and lightly pecks me on my lips.

“Hello, beautiful!” My twin brother says cheerily, with his bright smile reserved only for his dear ones. Reserved only for me, or so I think.

Now, don’t get me wrong. This was not an incestuous relationship. We were just so close, that it wasn’t really weird to lightly kiss, at least not for us. Plus, mom used to make us peck on the lips every chance she got when we were small. She believed twins doing “cute stuff” like that were adorable. Now she just thinks it’s weird and that she shouldn’t have us getting used to do that. But hey! Our friends actually mistake us, sometimes. We really are too close. You know? Sleeping on the same bed in underwear, kissing on lips, acting like jealous gf/bf, stuff like that… We do seem like a married couple. Though, there’s no lust, no passion… No real jealousy… We were just so close that it didn’t seem weird to be like that.

As I finished the last drops of my cherry dr. pepper, I’m beginning to think this wasn’t such a good idea.

“I’m moving out” I simply say but my voice betraying me, it sounded broke and nervous. I think this is the hardest decision in my life; after all I cannot live without him. It would be the hardest time of my life, and I knew it. But it was necessary for me to move on. I needed to get away from him, from all this madness. I needed to get away from her…

I turn to look at him and I’m not surprised by the shock on his face. But I’m not going back now. I can’t…

“H-how? How come?!” He begins to panic, and it pains me… He is my lovely brother after all. “I’ll do whatever it takes… to keep you here.”

“I’m sorry, but we both know that that’s not true. The only thing you could’ve done, you didn’t do” I said as a matter of fact.

“WHY? Why would you bring that up again?” Boy, he was MAD! You see, he gets impossible every time we touch this topic. “You know it’s not my fault! You can get over it, I’m sure! It’s not like you cannot try! You can’t fool me; you just don’t want to stay away from her… She is MINE! Why can’t you just deal with it?”

I can feel my heart beats going incredibly fast, my blood boiling in my veins. I was short tempered with him, especially with this issue. It was because I have an hormonal disease, if I get slightly pissed, I become enraged! Luckily I haven't been like this all my life. I've got this disease recently.

“I can’t help it..." I'm trying to calm down here. Even though he is the only one I really trust and love, there is a part of me which hates him. And I hate it. And I hated how the last things he said make me feel.

“I can’t help it!” By now, I’m sure my ears, neck and cheeks are so red and hot, they could be mistaken by red chilies. “I have TRIED! And you fucking know it… I’ve tried for 6 months, and every time she makes her appearance in our house, I feel like this bullshit happened only yesterday… It fucking hurts me to the core, to feel like I hate you every time she is around… And I’m freaking tired of it all. I don’t think it’s healthy… I’m moving out, those are my last words.”  I say as I get up and pick up my trash and my purse.

He stood up to stop me grabbing me roughly from my wrist. “You know, it’ll break her heart, too.” He says, getting even angrier at this fact. I bet he’s feeling impotent, like he wants his words to be false, and that she wouldn’t miss me at all. I know we could be so bipolar with these issues, after all he doesn’t mean to sound angry at me, or to even be angry at me. He just can’t help it. Jealousy changes you into a whole different person, sometimes.

“You guys… broke… mine” I say too dramatically. I hate drama, but right now I just don’t care. I would have to consider getting carried away was my worst defect. That’s why I hated being in love; I just can’t help myself. “It’s what I want to do, I’m sure she will have no problem with my decision. After all, she does have you.” I slap his hand away, and this time he comes behind me following me. Well, I’m his ride; I can’t let him behind…

Our trip home is silent and he is thoughtful, staring outside the window, watching the ironically sunny paths. Our hometown is really beautiful and green, and I hate this, because in summer it's awfully HOT! I would rather live in some snowy place. I’m your typical winter girl. I rather like rainy than sunny days, night to day, moon to sun, and cold to heat… And most of all “Dark and forbidden” to “the normal way things are” kind of things. And he was the opposite of me, in those aspects. I bet that, if it wasn’t for these circumstances, he would be all cheery and bright as he always is… Maybe, that is why people prefer him to me. He’s just bright and I’m so dark… And I need to believe I’m better than this.

 

 

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