KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Fists pounded against the door as I spurred awake, I groaned drowsily, silently cursing the fucking twat who is making an uproar in- I glance at the clock noticing it's 11:05 in the morning.
I threw my sheet off, noticing I wasn't in the atire I had previously fallen asleep into and sighed, I changed while I was half-asleep sometime ago.
I cleared my throat and used a deep monotone voice. That was the voice that was closest to sounding like a male but, unfortunately, this might mean that from now on I have to act like an impassive kid.
"Who is it?" I questioned, standing with my ear pressed against the door.
"Open the damn door," An irritated voice sounded; I drew my head back and muttered, "What's got up this ones ass."
"I would, but unfortunately, I haven't an idea who the hell you might be. So, how about No," I smirked, retrieving my brown haired wig and wearing it. I looked into the mirror and noticed the unfortunate resemblance with my twin brother. I sighed, running to my door and opening it a bit to reveal myself on, just as the male in front of me was about to knocked but thankfully hadn't. If he had, he would be missing a few teeth.
"And who might you be?" I raised an eyebrow resting my arms against the doorhinge.
"Woah, what's with the attitude?" The blonde haired beauty questioned.
"You woke me from my sleep, of course there would be attitude," I frowned; I shook my head and changed the topic, "Ok, anyways. What do you want?"
"I was wondering if you have shampoo?" The boy asked sheepishly, he ran his hand through the back of his hair and grinned, continuing, "I would have used my own, but I think I left it back home."
I shrugged, opening the door a bit wider, replying, "Sure, why not." I left the door open as I went through my bag, from my peripherial vision I could see that he went on to sit on my bed as I went through my bag and when I finally had the shampoo in hand, the boy was looking lying down on my bed.
I coughed, grabbing his attention. He sat upright and grinned sheepishly; I handed him the shampoo and he simply said, "Nathan." I frowned, a bit confused at his random reply; he must have noticed my position as he quickly said, "Nathan, that's my name."
I threw my head back and replied, "Crim-" but I quickly caught myself and covered up my mistake, "Clover." Nathan frowned, and was about to say something when I ushered him out and told him, I was going to go back to sleep.
I shut the door behind me, my eyes wide as I took deep breaths. I almost told him my actual name and if I wasn't quick, he would have some how found out my secret. I closed my eyes and locked my door, making way to my bed and jumping on it.
"Way to make an introduction, Crim," I mumbled, taking my wig off. I sighed, fiddling with strands of my hair until it was 1 p.m. and I was bored. I jumped up, pulling my wig on, changed into some baggy clothing- atleast if not muscular, they'd think I'm fat- and headed out of my room. I entered the living room and plopped down on the couch that was facing the T.V. attached to the wall. I grinned, picking up the remote and turned the TV on and began surfing through channels until I landed on a particular channel.
It was an Italian dance competition, I stared at the tv with a frown and muttered, "What the f-"
"Hey, what's that?" I turned around and noticed, Nathan enter the room as I just waved.
"Some Italian crap," I muttered, a bit nostalagic. I have nothing against the Italian, it's just that my mom is half Italian so she feels obligated to show off her Italian side every chance she gets. And that usually result with me and my twin brother having to take part by force.
