'You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked bac...
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Ever since that night that the twins had opened up to one another since the two, the two had become closer in a way. They were already close before, but now, it was like they were back on the same wavelength. In every room that pair seemed to drift towards one another, their souls entwining even when they were apart.
Damon could feel it now, so could Hardin, which is why the two were now at another one of Damon's fights.
"Are you sure you're okay to fight again?" Hardin questioned his brother as the two sat on the bench, the younger twin helping wrap his brothers hands with fighting tape.
Damon nodded his head. "I'm fine." He smiled slightly. "Hey, i'd tell you if I wasn't." Hardin nodded his head at his words.
The low lights of the basement fight arena made Hardin's skin look paler. Damon wanted to laugh at the fact but kept it to himself.
Because from the corner of his eye, he noticed Sam making his way over. Damon tapped Hardin's knee nodding his head to the side in which he saw the man coming from.
This time, he wasn't alone. This time, Paul and Jared were with him, the two flanking his sides as if ready to jump into a fight at any moment.
"Hey." Sam nodded at the two of them. He stopped a foot away, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two Swan boys.
"Sammy." Damon greeted. He looked up at Hardin, nodding in the three guys' directions. "You know Sam. The one who found Bella in the woods."
"Oh, him, the one you threatened with a gun." Hardin smirked at his brother, who rolled his eyes. Hardin looked up at Sam. "Thanks for that, I'm Hardin."
Sam took the boys out streached hand. "Anytime." He smiled. "It's nice to see at least one twin had mannors," He smirked down at Damon. "This is Paul and Jared, by the way. They wanted to come watch you fight." Sam said the last part, too, Damon.
"Cool." Damon didn't take his eyes away from his brother, although when Jared sat beside Hardin, he narrowed his eyes.
"This is so cool." Jared whispered to them. He looked around in awe. Hardin smiled, shaking his head, and Damon raised an eyebrow, but Hardin simply shook his head.
"It will be cooler when I win." Damon said, hd got up slightly from the bench before placing a kiss on his brothers head. "You going to be okay?"
"I'll be okay." Hardin muttered as he pulled away. "Go punch some face." He raised up his fist.
Damon chuckled as he walked away towards the make shift ring that he had been spending a lot of time in recently.
Sam sat down beside Hardin, Paul sitting beside him. The younger man's brown eyes never left Damon, watching as he lifted his gaurd and rocked back and forth on his feet.
"Sorry if this is weird." Sam apologised, his eyes going to Hardin. The middle swan glanced at him before looking back to his brother when the bell rang.
