My Brother, Poison

~Gerard~
Hi, my name's Gerard. And the guy with bright red hair, standing against the doorframe opposite to mine is my non-binary twin brother, Poison.
He's a bit of a flamboyant diva, and honestly, everything I want to be, I'm on the chubbier side, but he's skinnier than me - I suppose that's because he's actually willing to go to the gym and move around. I don't have that kind of willpower. He's so much more confident.
However, that can be a handful sometimes.

Currently, it's about 7am and I'm on my way to get myself a cup of coffee, because lord knows I won't get through my next shift without it. But at the doorway, stands Poison, who just happened to come out at the same time I have. He throws me a smile, his hair completely neatened, and he's wearing unusually flamboyant clothes, consisting of a tank top, tight jeans and black boots, I noticed.
I, am the opposite. Just crawled out of bed with messy black hair and yesterdays eyeliner, I look like a hobo standing in the same doorway as him.
I give him a small smile back before letting out a well needed yawn, "where are you off to?".
He furrows his eyebrows as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about, but the smile on his face says otherwise.
I cut him off before he can say anything, still insanely tired, "You're not usually dressed like that" I rub my eyes as Poison looks down at his outfit then back at me, "I just felt cute today".
With the shake of my head, I finally step into the hallway, heading to the kitchen - after all my coffee won't make itself.

Once reaching my destined place, I put water to boil in the kettle as I tiredly get my coffee ready. As I'm clambering for the sugar I hear a familiar pair of footsteps, looking up, poison is on his way down with the addition of a black leather jacket as he stares engulfed in his phone. I raise my eyebrow as I watch, clearly he has something big planned for the day, and it makes me wonder. "So you are going somewhere" I say, causing him to look from his screen to me, with the sound of a rumbling kettle over my voice and his glance, he rolls his eyes in that same playful manner he usually does, ywt says nothing, just shoots me an odd finger gun before grabbing the door handle and going to leave.
From the open front door, he looks to me, and says one final thing before leaving me alone in the kitchen. "Tell mom I'll be back around five".
Around five? Jeez
I sigh as I listen to the door slam shut and the kettle reach itself highest boiling point - so naturally I just grab it, pouring it over my coffee.