Twin rivalry

Twin rivalry chapter 1

Just note that the twins are unidentical, unlike in the cover and look completely different. A description of how they look will be at the end of this chapter ~ BimboLimbo x

Casey:

I coated the dirty plate with warm water, rinsing off the dry crumbs plastered onto the surface. As soon as it was pristine and clean, I stashed it amongst the other sparkling dishes and started on another. Grimacing, I watched as the water peeled off the hard egg yolk and tingled my fingers.

"You can dance, you can jive..." The radio blasted with Dancing Quen, and unable to sustain myself, I wiggled my hips in time to the beat of my favourite song. It helped me get into the rhythm of washing the customers dishes and helped spur energy into my veins.

"...Having the time of your life!" I boomed out-of time to the music, swinging my arms in a typical, cliche disco move before drizzling more washing up liquid onto the sponge and scrubbing hardly against the plate.

Did I mind being stuck here doing the dirty work whilst my confident twin got to serve the costumers? No, not really, she was the confident one and socialised far more easily, I'm a bit socially awkward when it comes to the customers. It only makes sense that the hot, pretty, confident twin got to serve, right? Plus I got to listen to Abba song's all through out my shift, and the wage was higher than serving.

"See that girl, watch that scene-" The music came to an abrupt halt and I turned around to see my sister stooping over the radio, her face less than impressed.

"Abba? Seriously?" She wrinkled her nose and swiftly pushed the old, battered radio aside.

Reaching out for an empty coffee cup, I gave a casual shrug. "It's got beat,"

Stacey scoffed, examining her perfect French manicure and then eyeing up the overwhelming stack of greasy, dirt encrusted dishes. "Yeh, as much beat as Grandpa walking,"

Foam caked my hands, sloshing over the sides of the sink as I toppled yet more dishes in. The warm water tugged all the mucky stains painting the sink into the plug. "Well, that's enough beat for me," I sighed, drying my hands on a tatty, grubby cloth before reaching out for the radio and fast forwarding to another Abba song.

"No more carefree laughter, silence ever after..."

Giving a strangled groan, she carelessly plucked the radio into the bin. Plop! "It smells of old people in here, now." She mock-whined, scuffing her heeled toe against the side of the bin to move it further away.

"Stacey!" I frantically reached out for the bin, which she sidled further away.

"I need your help!" She pleaded, clutching my arm and snapping my attention away from the treasurable radio.

Aggravated, I breathed out a frustrated sigh, sweeping my over-grown, ginger bangs out of my face. "My shift isn't finished yet."

She rolled her eyes dramatically, arching a perfectly plucked and pencilled eyebrow. "And? I'll pay you a fiver. Plus I'm daddy's no.1, I can twirl an excuse around my finger.

Sighing in defeat, I tightly closed the tap before following her upstairs (our house was attached to the café) and into her bedroom.

"It's about the buff boy!"

I winced sharply. When wasn't it about the buff boy? The 'buff boy' is this cool guy that visits our café everyday. Buff would be an under-statement when it came to him! He had a mass of matted, chestnut-brown hair which he shoved under a cap, although a few stray strands always fell over his wide, hazel-nut eyes with splinters of burning amber. For Stacey, it was only his looks and his undeniably defined, toned body that made her head over heels for him, but for me it was much more... He had a quirky fashion sense, not the usual hoody and low-slung jeans typical boys wore. Most times, he wore a sleeve-less puffa jacket over a neon, tie die t shirt teamed with checkered, loose jeans and a pair of battered, worn-out trainers. From the quality of the material, you could sense it was cheap, but he pulled it off. He was also undeniably smart, funny and interesting too.

"He asked me if I read shakepeirce? I think it was that..." She frowned, absent-mindedly twirling a strand of golden, hay-blonde hair around her slim finger.

You're probably wondering why she's going after him, because no offence, but Stacey's a complete air head when it came to academic subjects seeing as she shamelessly bunked most of her lessons. You're also probably wondering why I'm helping her get someone I like. Well if you aren't then you should be, because I'm wondering myself. He'd never go for me anyway if she was around, so I might as well just help her get what she wants, even though it stung worst than a wasp sting having to cover it up. But do you know what was the salt to the deep wound? Well, you don't, but it was the fact that although he thought he was talking to her, even though I was the one telling her what to say.

"Shakespeare," I gaped, dumb-found. "You don't know who Shakespeare is?"

She scraped a bright, Barbie pink stool from beside her bed and plopped herself onto it. "Well, duh, that's why I'm asking you! Is he some sort of warrior or sumfin?"

My eyes widened pitifully for her. Had she never curled up, hidden under the warm embrace of a blanket, with a hot chocolate in one hand and a Shakespeare book in the other? Or was that just a me thing?

Suddenly, loud footsteps bounded across the narrow staircase and the familiar, loveable voice of daddy called out.

"GIRLS! WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?"

Desperate, Stacey clutched harshly onto my saggy uniform and carved her filed nails into my skin. Her nail prints would probably be etched into my arm.

"Hurry, tell me!"

The greedy, selfish part of me niggled my rational side. I didn't want to help her. It wasn't fair.

"GIRLS!" Dad popped his balding head over the side of the door. "Hurry up! The customers are piling in."

Before I left to the comforts of my warm, now Abba-less cleaning room, dad's voice called out loud and clear.

"Casey, I want you to serve today."

***

Casey (LOOKS):

Hair : Gingery-red, auburn (natural) Thick, curly

eyes: green-blue (more on the green) wide

Height: Medium on the short side. Height of hair is mid back.

Skin: Pale, porcelain

disadvantages: (LOOKS) Has freckles on nose and cheeks. Not much in the chest area. Bony. Has ginger eyelashes and eyebrows. Scrawny.

Advantages: Has a slim waist. Big eyes.

Fashion sense: Doesn't bother. Anything that comes to hand.

Stacey (LOOKS):

Hair : Hay, golden blonde (natural) waist length. Medium-thick, mostly straight.

eyes: Blue-grey, wide

Height: Tall, height of hair is up to the waist.

Skin: Naturally tanned.

disadvantages: (LOOKS) ... Has a bit of a fake, Barbie look. Has a big waist.

Advantages: Good figure, curves and big bust, also has nice cheekbones.

Fashion sense: Chic, casual

For a pic of them both, go on this

http://mnk.ee/p/yHGimJyFazp

(I couldn't hyperlink it.)