2020 - Greenville
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"Thanks Ashley" I say to the pretty redhead while winking at her. I have quickly learned that the girl has the hots for me and loves it when I wink.
"You are welcome" She says while blushing. "Do you need help finding anything specific?" She ask while gesturing around the library.
"No it's fine, I will figure it out. Thanks for showing me the way" I say, while touching her arm in a friendly gesture.
"No problem, I am more than happy to help" She says, with a flirtatious smile. "Let me give you my number, then you can text me if you need help with anything. Or just want to hang" She says, trying not to look as desperate as she clearly is.
"I don't know, I don't give my number out to everyone" I smirk. "What have you done to deserve it?" I whisper while leaning closer to her.
"Besides showing you to the library and the office" She crosses her arms and smiles.
"Yup, besides that"
"Well, there's so much I can do for you in the future" She says leaning right in front of my face, with her breast pressing lightly into my chest and her small hand caressing my left bicep. I can smell her minty breath on my face, and her fake lashes flutter slightly, trying to look seductive. I smirk before leaning back again and I can see the clear disappointment on her face.
"Well, I look forward to seeing you in action" I respond, before handing her my phone. This girl is clearly an opportunity for future fun and distraction. I just have to make it clear that, that will be all. I can't give her any more than a little fun.
She takes my phone with her hand and taps away on my phone. I can't help but notice the clicking my phone makes whenever her long fake black nails tap the screen. I will never understand why girls get so long nails, it must be really irritating doing a lot of things. Imagine trying to get a splint out of your finger or eating a burrito, when you have to use fake nails. That sounds like an unnecessary complication of things.
"Here" She winks, before stepping back and turning towards the exits. She's very obvious while swaying her hips and waving flirtatiously at me. Still, it works and I can't help but stare at her ass, especially when her miniskirt barely covers it all. She was a beautiful girl, not really my typical taste. I was more into tomboy girls, like Lana. We could have a burping contest and she would only laugh and try to beat us. I was not normally into over-feminine girls like Ashley, but this was fine for a distraction. To be honest, the girl has too many curves for my usual taste, but everyone is beautiful in their own way.
"I am going to barf" The annoying voice is coming from my left, where an irritating, obnoxious bandana-wearing guy stands staring at me with a crooked smile. "I can't decide which one of you seems more desperate. The girl that lifts her skirt higher while trying to press her boobs in your face. Or you, the guy starring at her ass, while biting his lips like he's trying not to drool"
"What do you want?" I say while walking towards a shelf with books.
"I want to know what is going on and which voodoo stuff makes it possible for you to hear me" He says arranging his bandana again.
"I told you to leave me alone" I say deciding to ignore him. That quickly becomes impossible when his face appears right in front of mine, closer than Ashley's was before.
"YOU NEED TO HELP US" He whines.
"Leave me alone and find your brother. He must miss your wonderful company" I say the last thing sarcastically.
"He thinks I'm annoying" He whines, following me when I try to avoid him.
"Geez, I wonder why"
"Did you research us yet? We would really like to talk and try to explain the situation" Dylan says, while he suddenly appears from behind a shelf.
"Great, now you are both here. I told you to leave me alone"
"We will, if you promise to hear us out" Ezra says standing right in front of me. "Please" Dylan pleads right after. I take a deep breath, before turning around. I couldn't deal with this on my first day, I should just have skipped.
"If I promise to hear you out and research it, will you leave me alone after?" I ask. Things would be so much easier if they would just leave me alone.
"Yes" Dylan says. "If you hear us out and decide that you don't believe us, we promise to leave you alone"
"Alright, then we have a deal" I agree, before quickly stating something important "But you seriously need to be less annoying" I say, while gesturing to Ezra.
"Rude" He mutters, still smiling.
"Where do I find the books I need for this research?" I ask Dylan, ignoring Ezra's half-offended look.
"The old yearbook is in section C, you need to get the one from 1994 or 1995. There should also be some old newspapers and articles mentioning the fire" He explains, walking towards what I assume is section C. I quickly follow and after a while, I hear Ezra following us too.
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After getting all the needed books and articles, I look through them. The twins quickly learned to shut up and sit still, when I snapped at one of them a minute ago. They were arguing about something stupid like a hacky sack ball, which Dylan allegedly lost or hid from Ezra. I got so frustrated I snapped and now they are just sitting still, while I'm reading. Finally some peace and quiet.
I open up the yearbook from 1994 and surprisingly see a picture of Dylan first. He was wearing the same sports jacket in the picture and had a huge smile on his face. Under his name were listed his accomplishments, his awards, and his yearbook quote.
Dylan Young: Thanks for all the good memories and an awesome High School time. Mellisa, I love you.
Accomplishments: Prom King, Quarterback, school president, member of the soccer team, member of the science club
Awards: Most athletic, Best all-around, Cutest couple (Mellissa Hansen), Most inspiring, Best laugh, Best Student, Hottest guy
Okay, so that was weird. I must admit it's a little weird to take a prank this far. If this was even real, this guy sounds too good to be true. No one is that well-liked and popular. I can feel them both staring at me, waiting for my reaction. I don't give them any and turn to look at the next person, Ezra Young. He was wearing a leather jacket, his hair was tousled and you can see the marks from what I guess is a bandana and he had a scowl on his face.
Ezra Young: I don't care what you write, I just want a cigarette.
Accomplishment: Member of the art club
Awards:
The two profiles are different, but somehow fit what I already know about them. This seems to be exactly how they appear to others. Dylan is very friendly and polite, and easy to like. While Ezra is annoying, doesn't give a fuck, and is easy not to like.
"Do you believe us now!" Ezra says, while leaning closer to me. I can smell cigarettes on his breath and suddenly gets the need to smoke. I lean a little away, only to see Dylan staring at me too, with hopeful eyes. "This doesn't prove anything, you could easily have made this yourself"
"Agh, you are so stubborn, it's annoying" Ezra whines, right, I'm the annoying one. "Then look at the yearbook from 1995 and the news articles. I hesitate, before opening the next yearbook. On page 3 is a picture of the two brothers, Dylan has an arm around Ezra's shoulder and surprisingly they are both smiling, not just Dylan. The words under the picture make my heart stop for a moment.
In memory of Dylan Young and Ezra Young. You will be missed and loved.
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AN/ I hope you enjoyed it. Do you think Brooks will believe the twins now or does he need more proof?
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