My Twin Brother is the Harem Protagonist? (Male Reader)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Stop Touching Kids

The next morning, Haleakala, Vali, and I woke up, none of us wanting to get up from our comfortable couch.

I almost laughed when I saw my brother's face. When he fell asleep the night before, Haleakala and I drew a penis that stretched from his cheek, ending with the tip next to his mouth.

Yeah, I knew he'd be pissed.

***

The next day, Haleakala and I walked out of the movie theatre, grinning like maniacs.

"That was actually so peak," I said, rubbing my hands.

"The beginning when Deadpool used Logan's bones to fight those guys while dancing to Bye Bye Bye was just..." He shook his head with mirth. "That was fucking amazing."

We were excited for this movie for a long time. The two of us watched the other two movies with his older brother, Tobias, but he said he was busy this time around, so he told us to just go without him. I wish he was here, though.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" I asked.

My cousin smirked. "Hell yeah."

"Alright but you're paying. Unlike you, I am actually a broke teenager."

Haleakala shrugged. "Eh, it wouldn't put a dent in my account."

"That one unemployed friend when it comes to having infinite money," I quipped.

He chuckled. "But I'm not unemployed. Technically."

I raised one eyebrow. "What do you do, then?"

He patted my shoulder. "Don't worry about that."

"I'm worrying about it."

***

We headed the nearest ice cream shop, chatting about how horrible the new MCU was.

"I am excited about the new Tom Holland trilogy, though," I said as we stepped into it.

"I like Tobey Maguire more," Haleakala admitted. "But the other two are good as well."

"A lot of people hate Tom Holland's trilogy." I shrugged. "But people said the same for Andrew Garfield's movies, and now people are starting to love it. In like twenty years, when a new Spider-Man is made, people will be like 'Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, and Toby Maguire were all way better than this guy.' And then the cycle will repeat itself."

Haleakala chuckled. "Yeah, you're right."

"But the new trilogy is going to put him back as a street-level hero. The original trilogy was more of an origin story, which I really like."

The two of us walked toward the counter to place our order in, when we ran into Vali and his harem.

"Come on, Val, just choose an ice cream," Alice complained, clearly exasperated.

"There's too many options," he muttered, glancing at the different ice cream flavors.

"Oh boy." I sighed.

"Here he goes again," Haleakala chuckled.

Every time—without fail—my twin brother would take an exaggeratingly long time to select what ice cream he wanted. On average, for like twenty minutes, he would look at every flavor carefully, his eyes flaring with unbridled indecisiveness, until he finally chose what he wanted.

After five minutes, his eyes lit up. The employee looked relieved. "Okay! I know what I want! This time I'll only get three scoops."

Trinity winced. "How many do you usually get?"