The Gallagher twins

~• 01 •~

Lauren, my dad's girlfriend, was moving into our house with her children. It didn't bother me, because she was very nice, the problem was her children. It upset me to think that there would be men in the house, that they would be using the same space as me and that mess would be inevitable.

Their names were Ryan and Aidan and, to top it off, they were twins.

I was on my way home, nervous.

—Hi, Lauren —I greeted the blonde, who was smiling—. Are the things inside already?

—Yes, but they're not in order. For now, the boys are taking their stuff up the hall.

—I hope I can tell your twins apart, Lauren.

—You won't have a hard time, ___.

When I walked into the living room no one was there, as my dad was working, so it was just Lauren, because she was a stay-at-home mom, and her kids. I plopped down on the couch and exhaled. I heard footsteps and saw ahead: one of the twins came downstairs. He was tall, with messy hair, a bracelet on his wrist and I loved his light eyes.

—Hello —I greeted him out of inertia, since I hadn't said anything for a few seconds—. Which one are you?

—Which one do you think? —he said in a clear voice.

—Ryan.

—I'm Aidan —he smiled at me.

And Lauren had told me I wouldn't have a hard time. Well, she had already told me about them: that Ryan was more playful and angry than Aidan, but the tone of voice? I don't know, it sounded more like Ryan to me.

—You looked like Ryan.

—We're a little different. Rather, it seems we weren't made from the same mold. So, well, how was school?

—Fine. Your mom told me you were moving your stuff upstairs, so if you want I can help you finish up —I offered, happily.

Aidan lifted his shoulders.

—No, I'm done. I hate clutter and I couldn't bear to leave the boxes lying around any longer.

Oh no, Aidan was Lauren's maniacal son. I imagined him as a madman scolding me for even the slightest mess..... But then again, he'd be a neat freak, I mean, I'd get rid of that.

Now that I think about it, I had an obsession too, and it was overthinking everything.

—Is Ryan done, too? —I asked, curious.

—As I know him, no. He must be on his cell phone or lying down —I was beginning to notice the difference between those two—. Shall we go see?

I nodded and we started walking upstairs.

I already knew that Ryan's room was across the hall from mine and Aidan's room was next to Ryan's room. It was kind of a triangle. Well, my dad's, and now Lauren's, room was downstairs near the kitchen.

We opened the door and I saw Ryan cleaning one of the three guitars he had.

—Fuck —he looked up at us—. Hey, sis. Aidan, my guitar is scratched. Apparently the haulers think they're carrying crap.

—Why?

—Because the stuff comes all shaken up.

—Not that. Why are you calling me sis?

Ryan put the guitar down on the bed.

Well, these two boys did look a little different. Ryan had slightly longer hair than Aidan. He also had a slightly darker style.