Seven words

1 : ~_8

I sat at my desk, my eyes tracing the already memorised lines of the two faces on the photographs that were pinned up to my mirror. My mother's chestnut hair, my father's slightly darker hair, more of a melted chocolate.  Both of their eyes were blue, and they had slight tans, enough to tell that they had lived in the sun for the majority of their lives. The lines around both their eyes made it evident that they had both smiled a lot, and that this picture was taken when they were about in their mid-forties. A shadow of slight stubble painted my father's jaw, and it was clear that both of them were well-groomed.

My eyes slowly slid to the centre of the mirror, my gaze resting on my own face. Long, mid-rib length hair, bright, sapphire blue eyes that were framed by long, dark lashes that brushed my cheek even when I wasn't looking downwards. My skin was paler than my parents', probably because I hadn't been exposed to the sun much, and I was quite tall. I wasn't taller than any boys, but I was tall enough that I could meet them in the eyes without having to stretch or wear high heels. The resemblance between my parents and I was easily noticeable, given that we had practically the exact same features.

A sudden knock on the door made me jump. "Come in," I called. My brother entered, followed by some friends.

My brother, Clark, was identical to me, but more male. Of course, we were twins. He was the male version of me, except with raven-black hair. We lived together because we'd been saving up for years. As soon as we became eighteen, we pooled our savings on a nice apartment and ditched the orphanage. It had always been just us. We were there for each other, two halves of a whole.

"Hey Clark. And others." I greeted them as they entered my room one by one. Though my room wasn't small, it hardly had enough space for seven jocks, a bed, closet, desk, chest of drawers, bedside table, and me.

"Hey. I was just wondering, you wanna come to a party with us? As long as you promise not to hook up with anyone you don't know and go have sex with anyone and lose your virginity..." At the last few words, I chuckled half-heartedly. Of course, Clark didn't miss that, and narrowed his eyes as he scrutinised me. "Wait...have you already lost it?"

"Um...now's not really the time for this conversation-" My voice raised one semitone in pitch at the end before I was cut off.

"You did! Who with? You're grounded!" He yelled, uncovering the truth. Behind him, his friends were exchanging shocked looks. A lot of them had been crushing on me, so this was clearly a surprise to them, but no one in this room was a virgin anyway. I rolled my eyes as I blushed at their reactions.

"It's not that crazy, you know. I've done it before. More than once. And so have you. Also you can't ground me." I stated matter-of-factly. Each of the guys' eyes were slowly popping wider, and their jaws opening more.

"More than once?! When?" He screamed, his eyes bulging out of his sockets and his veins bursting through his skin. "Yes." Was my reply to his incessant questions.

"What? Yes to what?" Caught off guard, he studied me carefully.

"Yes, I've done it more than once, and yes, I'm coming to your party. Also, no, I'm not going to hook up with or have sex with a stranger. I'm not that stupid, unlike you. Now shoo, I've got to change!" I ushered them out of my room before closing the door so that I could safely pick a dress.