I am for you

Chapter 3. We are twins, remember?

Larry stared at the door in front of him in shock. Opening it with a trembling heart, he stepped inside, dumbfounded at the threshold. The light turned on automatically as soon as Larry stepped over the threshold. The room was made in pleasant shades of blue and cornflower blue, spacious, with a large window. Dense heavy blue curtains and thin tulle embroidered with blue threads. The floor was covered with light-colored parquet with a fluffy rug next to the bed, which was located near the window, right up against the wall. A large bed with a tight-fitting bottom to the floor and a high mattress, bed linen with a bedspread - all this was also done in blue. A string of garlands on the wall along the bed, slightly moving towards the window. Larry flipped a small switch and she bathed the corner in soft blue light. Several photo frames hung on the walls and a large photo collage was next to the desk. In all the photographs - both in frames and at the college - they were mostly with Laurent, rarely slipped a photo with the whole family. One frame on the nightstand was a photo of Larry and Lilo. Trying not to get stuck in his thoughts, he continued to scan the room. To the right of the door stood a wide, narrow wardrobe and chest of drawers. Lo-Lo did have a room for Larry. And something told him that no one had ever slept here.

Larry had been lying in bed for an hour, looking around the room. His twin did everything as they once agreed. They then studied at school and dreamed of their future housing. How they will live only together, without all this oppressive attention of relatives. Perhaps then they should have less drinking and smoking marijuana. But Larry was amazed that Laurent remembered so much of that teenage drunken delirium.

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It was three in the morning when Larry woke up. The time on his phone's display betrayed that he had only slept for a couple of hours. He couldn't sleep again, his body buzzing with pain, thoughts swirling in his head. He was honest with himself, and now he is ready to fly out of his brother's life again from a low start. But he couldn't do it. Not again. Since he did not want to sleep, he decided to rummage through the refrigerator and try to find some alcohol and something to eat.

When he left the bedroom, he immediately caught the eye of the "donut" of fraternal swirls towering over the back of the sofa, although the sofa stood with its seat to the bedroom doors. Larry did not change his goal and reached the refrigerator, immediately found a beer there, and, taking two bottles and an opener joined his brother on the couch.

- Can't sleep too? Laurent's voice was muffled and sounded sleepy as if he had just been woken up.

- I just woke up, - removing the cap, Larry handed the open bottle to his brother. They clinked glasses quietly and drank a couple of sips at the same time.

- Then let's talk about you. Laurent yawned comfortably, turning to face his brother. What are you up to, my brother? Laurent took another sip. Larry felt uncomfortable again under the twin's gaze. He was sure that Laurent would scold him. And he couldn't blame him for that desire.

- Before going on maternity leave for a while, Layla was fired. We were lucky, she submitted the necessary documents to the trade union and other personnel agencies in advance, so she was not left without benefits. But a year after the princess was born, we started having money problems because of my work. The club I worked at started to burn out until it was shut down altogether.

- Fuck ...- Laurent said quietly, automatically understanding where his brother was taking him. - Why didn't you stay criminals doing this damn shit?

- Lo, it wasn't that bad at first. I wanted a normal job. I was about to have a daughter. Do you understand how it changes lives? Lauren nodded in understanding. He was now suing Malina's mother. The woman almost hid her daughter from him, not allowing him to see her. Even though she barely made ends meet. – I found a new place, a small restaurant, of average quality, a couple of my friends worked there. Who knew that I would be blamed for the loss of a cash register for more than five thousand euros?! They don't have cameras, and of the new employees who closed the shift in the evening, I was the only one.