Unexpecting You

The Page Family

Charlie's point of view

"Bouh!"

"Godammit! Chase! What the fuck?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Language, sis." my brother replied back as he messed my hair up. "So ! How do you like your room so far? Mine is next to yours" he pursued, putting his arm around my neck.

"Yes I know. The toilets suits you perfectly." I stroke back proudly, crossing my arms on her chest.

"You know, I've always wondered if you ever were aware of shits that come out of your mouth."

"Language, brother"

He just nodded then came near the second window next to the white shelves and leaned on it to appreciate the greenish view the panorama was offering.

"Quite a nice view. I think you can see the sun in its full setting from here"

"The only thing I'm seeing now is your unbearable face." I replied back sitting on the bed.

"How sweet. How sad." he faked a pout.

Chase was my twin brother. He always had those evident rosy features colouring his oval shaped face. It was difficult to make the difference between the drunk Chase or sober Chase or the sunburned Chase or if he just had intercourses. Oups, sorry. Well, difficult, but not impossible. I'm his twin and we both know each other so well. Anyway, those natural blushes were permanent and he knew to whom he got it from: our dad. Just like me sister, he had almond shaped green eyes that mother made sure to genetically give us. Those pointed nose and firm lips of his added to his figure a touch of magnificence no girl couldn't let unnoticed. Yes, he's my brother and he was handsome. I'm not praising him, just being honest. Chase, for a nineteen years old young man, was as tall as father and well built with his broad shoulders. His hormones really did their job on him, right?

For as long as I remember, we've always got along and shore one of those powerful twin bonds. He'd be overprotective to me, I was safe within his presence. He was my psychoanalyst, I was his confident. An easy example to expose our magical bond was through our language communication skills based on sarcasm, irony and rudeness. We also shore the same passion for basketball and video games. We shore joys and sorrows, wiped the same tears and built a strong personality together. To put it lightly, we were the sibling version of "Bonnie and Clyde". We'd stand on our two feet together for better or for worse, for the sake of the other. We were not only twins. We were one and same. We'd take a bullet for the sake of the other. Well, probably depending on where the bullet would hit us.

"So what's your plan of the year?" he asked me, his back against the window border, arms crossed.

"Pretty much the same. Start the year in beauty and..."

"...finish it in beauty, of course. My dear, you really need to change the tune. We're in senior year!"

"So what? What is that supposed to mean? That I should take my panty off and throw it to some brainsick people's face while dancing the Macarena, naked in front of them?" I chuckled as I got rid of my shoes.

"People? One only would've been enough but suit yourself if it pleases you. As long as the parents doesn't get suspicious about your secret activities" he grimaced nastily.

"Screwball."

"Even twins are somehow different, aren't they?"

"There's still a part of me in you, Chase"

"And me in you as well, little sis" he replied back as he got off the wall to leave my room. "I wasn't talking about sex or boyfriend. I was talking about a new life perspective. Your future, your passions, your dreams."