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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑
— "OH YOU CAME HOME earlier than we expected." my dad raised a brow, when he heard the door opening and the twins signaling their presence. "what's up with those facial expressions ? what happened ?" he asked.
"nothing pa', just tired." miranda weakly smiled at his father, giving him a kiss on his cheek. and directly going to the bathroom. "lucas ! come here right now !" she yelled, knowing that her twin's was still downstairs.
"okay !" lucas yelled back.
the girl sighed as she was inspecting her brother's face. bothing to signal, thank God. there was a heavy silence between them as she was inspecting his hands, and his back in search of an injury. nothing, but a growing bump behind his head, as she expected. she sighed in relief. "so your head hurts ?" i asked to the boy who nodded, "a little bit."
"okay.." she started massaging his head. "you'll have a little bump. it was violent." miranda mumbled, her twin slowly nodded. the silence fell back between them, before lucas break it by confessing himself to his sister. "i didn't think you would follow me. i thought you was about to follow mike." he said and i kissed my teeth.
"i mean, i could." i teased him and he shot me a glare, "but, oh well, you're my brother. and you were mostly right during that argument. but i, also, think that you were going to hard on eleven though." i said what was on my mind, with a sigh.
"i don't think i am too hard." he denied. "you are." i confirmed. "no, i'm not-" he was about to retort but i cut him off. "lucas, were absolutely not about to play that game. you even know you are, deep down." i chuckled, and he chuckled. "but seriously, we owe that girl an apology." i said, and he sighed. "lucas." i scolded him.
"yeah. i know, i will. i'll apologize." he finally rolled his eyes, making me smile. i tapped his cheek. "you see when you want," i side hugged my twin who kissed his teeth, but returned my hug anyway.
"nah, but seriously though. what do you think about mike..?" he asked me and i stayed silent at the question. i wasn't thinking, or whatever, just.. yeah, i don't have any arguments. "ion know.. he's my friend, i like him," i finally answered.
"are you jealous of him and eleven ?" he asked again. i shook my head negatively. "why would i be ? i mean, they're sure close, but i think he's just taking care of the poor girl." i answered, and a silence fell between us again.
