All About Us (LT One shot books)

Mom, can I kill him?

Mom B sat in her favorite chair in the living room and chuckled softly at Larry. Her son resembled a ruffled sparrow that had been mistakenly dipped in water. Larry tried to keep his attention on the video game, but his eyes kept returning to the still-silent phone. Mom knew the reason for this behavior, Larry. He and his brother quarreled again, and Laurent, having no more patience in himself, without explaining anything to his twin, left with friends for Monaco. It was a week ago. A week of radio silence between the twins. Laurent wrote to his mother about how he got there and when he plans to return, and not a word to his twin. Larry himself was to blame, he didn't even remember the reason for the quarrel, so was Larry incomprehensibly angry at his twin or himself? Mom, trying to keep a straight face, informed Larry that Laurent decided to return home not by plane, but by car with a friend and that his journey would take a little longer. Larry seethed with anger. For a day and a half, he did not know where to put himself to stop thinking about Laurent, but everything in his mother's house reminded him of the twin. Even Larry's face was reminiscent of Laurent's. In impotence, Larry sat heavily on the sofa, and doomed rubbed his face with his hands. He didn't immediately notice the new message alert on his phone. Larry opened the message in surprise and joy, slamming his hand on the table in anger. This asshole had an accident. "I had a small accident. A couple of bruises and a bump on the forehead. I'm in a hospital close to home, so I'll be home in a few hours."

Larry was waiting for the twin on the couch, twitching his leg nervously. He got angry. He wanted to go to this hospital. Larry fought the lust for blood.

The front door opened, revealing Laurent's guilty face. Larry examined the twin closely, noting minor scratches, a large bump on his forehead, a bandaged wrist, and a slight limp. Mom left the kitchen as soon as she heard the sound of the door opening, but she didn't have time to say a word.

In such situations, usually, when a family member returns from the hospital after an accident, people who are angry at this person due to injuries or carelessness, stop being angry after making sure that the relative is healthy. But not Larry.

Larry was aware that all this time he was like an awakening volcano, floating on the surface of his anger. But after making sure that everything was in order with Laurent, I threw at him the first thing that came to hand, a gamepad from the console. Then, boxes from games, pillows, and a small vase of flowers were used, which settled on Laurent's head upside down, pouring all the water on him, and three flowers became a temporary decoration of the head.

- What are you doing, Larry? – Laurent covered himself with what he could from objects flying at him.

- Fucking asshole - Larry grabbed a sneaker lying by the sofa and quite aptly threw it at Laurent.

- Larry! Laurent barely managed to dodge objects flying at him, frantically trying to figure out how to calm his brother down.

- Where were you? – the twins did not notice how they moved to the dining room. Larry, like a wild predator, slowly pursued his prey, carefully approaching it. Laurent tried to stay away from Larry. In this state, Larry is very dangerous. Laurent, limping slightly on one leg, walked around the table as quickly as possible. Larry looked around for something to throw at Laurent.

- You know where I've been! - Laurent said offendedly, shaking off the remains of a cherry pie from his clothes.

- You haven't written to me for a week! - Larry said also offended, and Laurent suddenly realized what exactly was happening with his twin. It remains only to get close to this asshole, and at the same time save his life.

- So what? Laurent looked around the dining room, where there was not a single object left to throw.

- You had an accident - Larry squeezed the thin fabric of the pillow too hard, and it scattered like feathers all over the dining room. Mom stepped aside, allowing Larry to unleash all of his anger and worry at his brother. - I'll kill you. Seriously. I will kill you now!

- Why?

- To know your exact location for the next 60 years! - Larry leaned over to pick up the second shoe and winced at Laurent's unexpected embrace. Laurent grabbed Larry tightly across his chest, pulling him as close as he could.

- I'm fine, my brother. Let's go. I'll take a shower and you'll settle in with me for the night.

... - You have such a bump - Larry gently ran his fingers over the bulge on Laurent's forehead.

- Are you worried now? - Laurent teased Larry.

- If you do this trick again, I promise you, your location will become permanent!