Twintastrophe

Jack: I Didn't Text You, Vodka Did

"There is no longer life in my calves."

Opening my thermos, I tossed back the liquid inside, letting my shoulders sag in relief as the chilled liquid traveled down my throat.

"I'd be kind of crept out if they was," I spoke to Addison's previous statement, throwing my panting sister a smirk. Glaring at me through eyes rimmed with tears, she coughed twice, gesturing for me to had her the thermos. Putting it in her hand, she accepted the thermos, tilting her head back to gulp down the contents.

"Thank God for strawberry lemonade vodka," she praised, handing me back the half-empty flask.

I pouted at the lack of liquid in my thermos. "Look what you did!" I complained, "It's half empty now!"

"You can look at it as half full," Addison laughed, as I stared at her blankly.

"Blondie." I watched as my sister's eyes noticeably widen at the greeting and peeked behind her to the attractive, muscular male decked out in a leather jacket despite the hot weather. A boy with reddish-brown hair that was built like a swimmer and gave us a weary smile before quickly glancing elsewhere. Remembering him from my Cartooning elective and I vaguely recalled that his name was Derrick. 

"Leonardo," my sister greeted the other boy, her tone flat and her teeth gritted. The now identified teenage bodybuilder looked my sister up and down, lingering appreciatively at her chest and butt. I felt kind of bad, considering I was the one who forced her into a workout outfit; a hot pink Nike sports bra, black spandex shorts, and normal pink Adidas. That wasn't to say I was dressed any more decently in a gray sports bra, gray sweatpants rolled up to my knees and black high-top Adidas. 

Crossing his arms over his chest, Leonardo gave my sister a lethal grin that I'm sure killed a couple hundred girls. "There really are two of you," he turned his eyes to me, "Jack, right?" I nodded. "My cousin speaks highly of you."

"Your...cousin?" I questioned. 

Leonardo smirked at my question, causing me to frown. "Nevermind," he answered. Derrick nudged Leonardo, jutting his thumb over his shoulder. 

"We should go," Leonardo sighed, his eyes storming over with something dangerous. "I'll see you Blondies."

"Do me a favor," I started when I found my voice again, "and don't call me Blondie." Leonardo stuffed his hands in his hands in his pockets, spun around and walked off. "See you at school Derrick," I called as the aforementioned boy began to follow him. Surprisingly a flush of pink painted the boy's cheeks and his jade eyes grew. Bowing his head quickly, I barely had time to register the smile that overtook his lips before he turned on his heel and ran to catch up with Leonardo. Turning back only once, he waved to me before hurrying on.

"I guess you got his name right," Addison said, jogging in the opposite direction. 

"Not so fast Blondie," I teased, catching up to her quickly. "What was that all about?" 

"I'd really rather not talk about it," Addison breathed, sounding labored once again. Addison lived in the world of high heels, skirts and calories. Running and exercise were foreign to her because she always found other ways to stay fit. "It doesn't even matter."

Arching a challenging brow at her, I spun on my heel, running backward. "Would it matter if I told Titus?"

She froze in place, standing awkwardly with her leg in the air. "Bitch, you wouldn't dare," she threatened.

"Wouldn't I?"

~

"Addison, I hear you got yourself a boyfriend." I burst into fits of laughter at Addison's distraught face. The purple haired boy on the screen smirked at her embarrassment, his jade green eyes twinkling with amusement. "Jack, you're looking sexy as ever," he nodded once in my direction. 

Titus Kassin was our brother from another mother. Literally. We bounced around homes a lot, being twins and all (many adults didn't appreciate my smart mouth the way Betsie did.) The first ever, close to permanent home we had was the Kassin house which included Georgia, Fredrick and, of course, Titus. The family had to give us up when they went through a finical crisis and had to move out of the state.

Despite not liking him at first, Addison and I eventually warmed up to the weirdo. We told him about our parents and he told us about his sexuality; a topic he never felt entirely comfortable mentioning considering his religious grandmother.  The 19-year-old, aspiring artist knew all about Addison's relationships, specifically because he was the creator of all of them. Even though she was comfortable with her body, boys seemed to confuse her.  

"Keep it in your pants, dude," I chided, my words slightly slurred by the alcohol in my system. He stuck his tongue at me playfully. Shaking my head, I stretched my arms above my head, my black 'We're All Mad Here' tank top rising with me. One of our phones buzzed and I groaned before standing lazily. Addison was still sitting at my desk, blushing madly and yelling at Titus about Leonardo when I walked over to where our phones lay, haphazardly on top of my extra large Bob Marley t-shirt. 

So sometimes I walk into Target and buy men's graphic tees.

Don't judge me. 

Unknown number: Hey Jack. Leo told me that he met you in the park today and gave me your number. 

-Keith

Suddenly it dawned on me about as subtly as an eighteen wheeler to the face. Keith was Leonardo cousin that he talked about. How'd I know? The text right below that one said: Leo's actually my cousin.

I'm a genius. 

I swear if I wasn't under influence I would not have replied but the thought of a boy like Keith texting someone like me aroused a giddy feeling in my stomach. I found my fingers flying across the screen, hitting send before I could reconsider. 

Me: How'd he even get my number?

The Jock: Leo has ways but that's not why I texted you. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me this Friday?

The text popped up after I finished entering his contact into my phone and I think I stopped breathing for a second. I spun around at the high pitched squeal that escaped my sister's mouth. A wicked grin spread across her face and she rushed back to my desk before I could make a move to stop her.

"JACK HAS A DATE ON FRIDAY!" She declared quite loudly. 

"BITCH SAYS WHAT?!" Titus exclaimed, equally as excited. He started cursing in Greek, his first language and Georgia barged into his rooms, face as crimson as her hair.

"I never thought I would see the day!" She sobbed, tears streaming down her face dramatically. 

"Mom!" Titus spun around, "I could've been doing someone!"

Waving him off uncaringly, his mother leaned into the computer screen as if she wanted to reach out to touch us. "Who would want you?" She dissed Titus playfully before focusing back on me. "Jack, I demand you wear that beautiful teal infinity dress I sewed for you!"

"There's no neck hole!" I cried, "and besides, I haven't accepted yet!"

The room went entirely silent before Addison lunged out of the seat and knocked my phone out of my hand. We both stared at where it fell, a good couple of feet away from us. Quickly looking at each other, we both leapt from our spot.

And that was how Betsie found us: lying in a heap, my phone in Addison's hands as she sported a happy grin while I buried my face into the floor.