Hearts On Fire!

Prologue

Trigger Warning: This story contains mature themes and strong language, which could be triggering for some readers. This is fiction, so none of the events or characters are real, but only from my weird imagination. Read at own responsibility and I hope you enjoy the story. Enjoy!

1995 - Greenville
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"Can we please just go now" Ezra whined while tossing his stupid hacky sack up in the air again. "We will go home in a minute; I promised coach I would clean up the equipment and lock up. I just need to shower and change, then we can go". I tossed my bag onto the bench and started stripping my clothes while Ezra laid on the opposite bench and continued throwing the stupid ball. "But if he's the coach, how come you have to do it?" he whined again, and I responded with an eye roll. I walked towards the showers with my towel hanging from my shoulders and answered him "I'm the team captain, I have to help take some responsibility". While turning on the shower, I could see Ezra standing with his back to the wall and facing me. "Do you have to watch me shower? It's a little creepy".

"Please, you don't have anything I haven't seen before. Your dick is basically identical to mine" he said with a slight smirk "Except mine of course is bigger". I couldn't help but roll my eyes, he could be so childish "You are a child. Sometimes I wonder how I got both the brain and the beauty". I responded with a matching smirk while washing the shampoo out of my hair. "HEY!" he exclaimed offended, I laughed at that and stepped out after a quick shower.

"At least I got all the talent" he responded, but one look from me and he changed his mind. "Fine, maybe you got the talent too. The talented, clever, incredible, and let's not forget hot Dylan Young" he said mockingly.

"Shut up!" I responded while tossing my sports socks at his face.

"EWE! I don't want to touch your sweaty socks. Now hurry up I want to go home" he whined again.

"Then just go home, I didn't ask you to wait for me"

"Please, as if I was waiting for you. We only have one car, and I'm not about to walk all the way" he responded, tossing his stupid ball again.

"It's literally a 10-minute walk".

"That's so long! I'm lazy as hell".

"That I know."

"Besides, I'm not allowed to be home alone since dad caught me getting high, and I just know he's crazy enough to have set up security cameras. It wasn't even that big of a deal".

I chuckled at that "What did you expect, he's a cop. Of course, he would have a problem with you getting high and bringing that shit into the house. I don't even know why you smoke that shit".

"Not everybody can be the picture-perfect son like you, I'm not an ass-kisser" he responded.

"HEY! I'm not an ass-kisser. I just don't do stupid shit, so he trusts me" To be fair that was the truth. Even though we are identical twins, we couldn't be more different. I cared so much about everything, and Ezra cared so little. I got good grades, was captain of the football team, and helped my dad at home all the time. While Ezra didn't care about any of that, and he's never really got along with my dad that well. I never understood why. They just always had a rocky relationship.

"I don't do stupid shit either, he's just an ass"

"You got caught getting high in his kitchen and you say you don't do stupid shit like that. God, you are so dumb sometimes" I regretted it the minute the words left my mouth, and I could see the hurt on his face.

"I'm not dumb! You know what fuck you! I will walk home" With that, he headed towards the door, but I quickly jumped over the bench and in front of him, stopping him from walking out.