You Have a Twin?!

You Did WHAT?!?!

Fang's POV

I walk out of the condo as I answer my cellphone. "Ryan? Are you ok? Do I need abuelo to come get you?" "What? Why would something be wrong? Can I not just call my twin brother?" Ryan huffs defensively. "It's 8 in the morning. Normally you're not ever up, unless you have school or are in trouble." I say logically. "You always were the smart twin." Ryan laughs. Not always. I sigh, "What's wrong bro?" "Well, Nonna and Nonno pissed me off again-" "Ryan, I speak Spanish, not Italian. English please." I interrupt. Yes, we speak 2 languages each, but that's only because when our mom and father died, I was taken in by my father's much kinder Spanish parents and Ryan was taken in by our mom' much stricter Italian parents. My mom's parents don't like me, for many reasons, such as taking on Spanish instead of Italian. "Grandma and Grandpa pissed me off, so I kind of ran away." Ryan mumbles quickly. I freeze, eyes wide. "You did WHAT?!?! RYAN!! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!" I shout into the phone. "CAN YOU JUST COME PICK ME UP?!?!" Ryan yells back at me. "No, actually I can't. I'm on vacation with Max, Nudge, and Iggy. I can call Grandpa to get you. Our good, Spanish grandpa. Where are you exactly?" "I'm in between towns right now. My phone says between Georgeville and Loganville." Ryan says. I sigh, "Alright. Let me call abuelo." "Ok. Thanks Nicky." I flinch a little at that name, but not as much as when other people say it. Only Ryan, abuelo and abuela can call me that. "I'll call you back right after abuelo answers." "Ok. Thanks Nicky." We hang up together and I immediately call my grandpa. "Abuelo? ¿Puedo preguntarte algo?" "You know you don't have to speak Spanish all the time boy." I chuckle a little and repeat myself in English, "Grandpa? Can I ask you something?" "Go ahead." I take a deep breath then say, "Ryan ran away. He needs to be picked. He's on the highway between Georgeville and Loganville. I can't go, unless you absolutely can't go pick him up." There is silence, then he sighs, "Call him, and tell him to stay put." I sigh in relief, "Yes sir." I hang up and call Ryan. "Stay put. Abuelo is coming to get you." "Yay! I won't move a muscle!" Ryan says, I can tell he's jumping up and down. I chuckle, "Listen Ry, I need to go. Call me when abuelo gets there." "Right, go have fun Nicky. Hey can I meet them this time? Your friends and our sister? Please?" "I guess so. Oh and if the crazy Italians call and start up a mess, you're cleaning it up!" "Yeah yeah I know. Alright I'll let you go. Bye bro. Love ya." "Love ya too." We hang up together again. I let out a huff of breath and then return to the condo.