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Twin (86)

My twin brother is the worst. He's a cheater, a liar, and from what I can tell verbally and maybe even physically abusive to his fiancé.

His fiancé is perfect.

He's stunning with big blue eyes and chubby cheeks. He's a bit chubby but it only makes him cuter in my opinion.

With short but curly brown hair and a handful of freckles.

I'm not in love with him or anything, but I know that Ryan isn't right for him. I know he could do so much better if he just moved on.

So I've decided to take it upon myself to end things.

I have a friend who's keeping Ryan busy. I know he wouldn't call Tim and tell him he would be late. And I'm sure that he if he told Tim about me he still wouldn't expect me.

So I knock on the door and when it opens im finally face to face with him. And hes so much cuter up close.

"I lost my keys." I say and he looks down at his shoes before stepping out of the way.

"Dinners done, although I didn't espect you to be home on time so I didn't make your plate." He says and I reach out to him but he flinched terribly which pisses me off.

I only place a hand on his cheek gently and he seems shocked.

I then remember what I was doing here. I was only gonna break up with him. Put him out so that he'll be better off.

"Look Tim." I say and he seems a bit shaken.

"It's roast and potatoes your favorite." He says and my stomach growls at what was actually my favorite food.

"Uh yeah, I'm starving." I say and he smiles a bit before rushing to the kitchen and making me a plate.

I sit at the table and he hands me a plate, fork and beer.

What absolute psycho drinks beer with dinner? I think but I'm more concerned with the fact that he wasn't eating.

"You're not gonna make you a plate." I ask and he looks down again.

"I, you said not to," he says and it's instantly concerning.

"Yeah good, when was the last time you ate." I ask and he seems a bit excited.

"Not since Tuesday. It doesn't hurt anymore." He says and I stand.

It's Friday.

He hasn't eaten since Tuesday. Why the hell is he making him not eat?

"Tim." I say a bit louder and he jumps again which pisses me off but I also curse myself.

"Tim, I don't know why I told you not to eat. I was drunk." I lie and he looks up at me slightly confused.

"Please, eat something." I say and he smiles a bit.

"But, I'm, I still haven't lost enough weight." He says and it pisses me off even more.

"You're perfect the way you are, and I was drunk when I told you not to eat." I say and he looks away turning red.

He then made himself something to eat and we sat across from eachother his nervously picking at his food.

So I stand up and walk over to him. I take his fork scoop up some food and laughs.

"Ready for the airplane." I say and he starts to laugh. Turning red.

"What?" He says and I continue, doing the very child like thing of making airplain sounds and flying the fork round before finally taking it to his mouth which he happily opens allowing me to feed him.