Act Like A Family

~Chapter Ten~

"Where is she from?" I asked, my eyebrows coming together. I was genuinely interested now.

"Uhm," He paused to pull at a loose string hanging from the arm the couch as he thought. "I think she say like...Everett." A feeling of what I could only explain as excitement ran through me.

"Everett? Really?" I asked. Larry looked at me like I had said something in Hebrew. "What Everett got to-" "-Seattle and Everett are like, the minimum of forty minutes away from each other."

There was that stupid face again. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "I live in Seattle, she lives in Everett. We could become friends. Duh," I stated. "Ooooooh," He turned to face his brother, "Awh, elle si mignon." (Awh, she so cute.)

Lau smiled and laughed, "Elle probablement veut á être meilleurs amis" (She probably wants to be best friends.) I narrowed my eyes at the back of Larry's head and reached out, grabbing his shoulder. "Hey," I turned him around to face me, "What did you say?" "Oh," he laughed, smirking at my attitude.

"Rowr," he raised his left hand and mockingly batted his "paw" at my face, chuckling as I remained still, my eyebrow arched at his childness. "If you guys are going to make fun of me, at least say it in English."

"No," he smiled, "We no make fun of you. I say how cute you are, wanting to be friends with Lau's girl."

"We should go see her!" Laurent voiced in, jumping up from the couch and slid his phone out from his back pocket,

"See her...now?" I asked, looking down at my apparel. I've never had another girl as a friend. It's always been guys, Triston is the most feminine friend I have.

"What wrong?" Larry questioned, looking down too like I was worried about something on the ground. "I look like utter crap, give me a second to-" I turned around as I spoke and began walking back towards the stairs, but he reached out, grabbing my arm just below my elbow and pulled back, "You look fine, better than me."

Was that a compliment?

I huffed, taking another look at my clothes. I was only wearing fucking acid washed jeans and sneakers. Yeah, I was changing. I wanted this girl to like me, I didn't want her to take one look at me and wonder why I was dating the other twin.

Dating.

That title is oddly soothing.

"I'm changing, don't you dare leave without me," I called over my shoulder as I escaped back to my room. I skipped stairs and I could hear Larry groan, if he wanted any more ass, he'll be waiting downstairs.

Rushing myself, I sifted around in my drawers, throwing eligible clothing on the top of my dresser. After stripping down to my panties, I pulled on a plain black short sleeved T-shirt and these camouflage leggings I thought I would never wear. But, I had an idea.

I've seen girls wear them all the time with leggings or whatever and they always end up looking like they are straight out some aeropostale commercial. I grabbed these pair of black lace up combat boots collecting dust and slid them on, I will admit, my fingers trembled with anticipation as I laced them up quickly, grabbing my loose fit beanie and slapping it on my head, I honestly think I looked rather fine.

I raked my fingers through my hair as I hurried myself down the hall. I swear they could hear my monstrous stomps before I even hit the stairs. "Okay," I breathed, walking in to the living room. "Let's go."

I looked between the two and they were holding in laughter. "What?" I questioned, looking down at my clothes then back up at them. "What?!" "We just call the taxi." "Bby, we not have to leave for like twenty minutes," Larry added, walking towards me as they continued to laugh. "I hate you."