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Why She Dropped By

Scarlet Anderson

Hmmm... Is it Natt... or Nick? Dammit, I can never tell which is which. They're so creepily alike that I can't find one small difference between them. But Naomi can.

I glanced at her and noticed the change in her expression. First came surprise, then came curiosity and wonder. A smile escaped my lips as I reached a decision on which of the twins this boy is. The only one who would cause Naomi those expressions is Nick because... I grinned.

"So Nick, why are you here?" I asked innocently. I knew perfectly well why he was here.

He cast me a narrowed look, "None of your business crapface."

My eye twitched. This punk really knows how to push my button. "Fine f*ckface, but I was here first. So get your ugly ass out of here."

He glared at me. "It doesn't matter who---"

"Guys!" Naomi hushed us urgently. "Be quiet!" I pursed my lips and glanced at the sleeping West. He looked cute and hot as he continued to sleep peacefully despite the rising tension in the room.

Nick moved to lean on the wall. He sent me a glare while he was at it. I glared back of course.

"What are you guys doing here?" Naomi whispered.

"Naomi, West is a heavy sleeper, and if I'm not mistaken, he's sick, meaning he'll be sleeping like the dead," Nick said.

"Now that you mention it..." Naomi considered, but then she glanced at West and blushed for some odd reason. Now that was interesting.

"So, how are you and West doing?" I asked her.

She blushed as she smiled widely. Her pretty big blue eyes practically sparkling while she said they were doing fine. "We got into a misunderstanding but all's well now."

"Glad to hear it," I nodded.

"How are you and Ricky?" she asked.

This time I blushed. "We're doing great."

Nick gagged.

"Hey Nick, only people in relationships are allowed in here," I said. "You're single and lonely, so butt out."

"Just because I don't have an effing girlfriend doesn't mean I'm lonely," he shot back.

"Why don't you have one by the way?" asked a curious Naomi.

"He's gay," I answered.

"I'm not," he growled.

"He's not," said Naomi, "Well, I don't think so..."

I stared at her, "Please stop defending him. And let the grown-ups have their fight."

She pouted adorably. How can she look so cute. "I'm your age."

I grinned, "You don't look like one at the moment."

"She's right," said Nick grinning at the girl. I shot him a glare, "Don't agree with me d*ck, it makes me gag."

"Don't call me that ketchup head."

"What? It rhymes with Nick. D---"

"Shut up both of you!" Naomi hissed. "I appreciate your visit but if you're only going to make a ruckus by being here I'd have to ask you two to leave. So just try being friends for once so you could stay."

"Relax Naomi," Nick said chuckling.

"Yeah, chill. Sorry about the noise, but you really shouldn't worry about our fight. This is normal for us, we don't really hold any feeling to what we say, and nothing actually crosses the line. You could say it's some sort of greeting we always do. The same goes with Natt," I explained.