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The next morning, I stood smiling outside the mansion with a brooding Ethan who has his arms crossed across his bare chest, lips pulled into a frown, eyebrows furrowed together, eyes narrowed and wearing nothing but a pair of grey joggers, duck printed grey socks and Nike flip flops.
He's happy alright. Note the sarcasm.
And there's Gray, unloading his baggages from the trunk of his white G-class Mercedes.
"Need a hand?" I asked Gray a little louder, leaning towards Ethan's direction a little so he will get the hint and help his brother.
"No, thanks." Gray answered as he shut his trunk and proceeded to carry his things inside the mansion, ignoring Ethan's glare as he passed by us.
"Just so you know, I'm not happy with this." Ethan spoke as Gray disappeared inside the mansion.
"Oh c'mon. You aren't happy with a lot of things." I turned to face him with a smile just to light up the mood, but the PMSing baby just kept his frown.
"I was happy with just the 'two' of us here." Ethan gritted out, facing me and rolling his eyes when he saw the big grin plastered on my face before turning away from me again.
It's like this guy repels anything that includes happiness.
"Stop being a baby, Ethan. It will be fun. Anyways, the more the merrier." I said smiling, with both my hands raised as if giving a big hug.
"Well, incase you don't know, I 'hate' more, and I especially 'hate' crowds." Ethan said in a 'matter-of-fact' tone, enunciating a very specific word.
"It's just the three of us inside this big house, Ethan. It won't be crowded!" I exclaimed at his brooding self.
"Three's a crowd." With that, he walked away, still wearing that frown that I know will have a permanent place on his face from now on.
The smile on my face grew wider as I cross my arms across my chest and stare at Ethan's retreating back.
I've always wanted to have twins.
"That's too much frosting," I told Gray as I turn back around to finish designing mine, "Gray!" I exclaimed when I saw him scoop another spoonful of frosting.
"What?" He pouted, prolonging the word and licking the remaining frosting off the spoon.
"You just finished all the blue frosting on one cupcake, what am I supposed to use now? I love that color." I answered, with a little pout in the end. I do love color blue, in fact it's my favorite color, I could probably live in it. But don't ask me why, it just looks... Banana, to my eyes.
Oh, I meant apeeling, to my eyes.
Get it? a-peel-ing?
Okay, I'm gonna stop with the puns. 'Cause it doesn't seem to be pun-ny anymore.
Alright, that's the last one.
Now, where were we?
Oh right!
"You can use the green one, it's all yours." We both turn to look at the empty bowl of the supposedly green frosting, before I turn to Gray with a glare, "Oops?" He smiled sheepishly.
"I guess, I'll just use the red one." I sighed as I work to get my cupcakes done.
I put the red frosting on a plastic bag and cut a small hole in the end before I start to make the -not so- perfect swirls. Finishing with two white candies as the eye, orange m&m for the nose and a bit of the black frosting to draw a smile and add a pupil to the eyes of my favorite character.
"Done!" I announced, lifting the plate to examine my handy work.
"That looks cool." Gray complimented.
"Thanks! yours too..." I trailed of looking at his... uh, cupcakes.
"I know it looks like crap, you don't have to make me feel good." Gray rolled his eyes playfully and I laughed at him in which he returned with a kind smile.
Well now we know that the twins have another thing in common -besides their good looks- and that is, none of them can bake. For their lives. I can prove you that.
"Well, I'm gonna dump this in the fridge and hope it will taste and look better in the morning." Gray said as he put his plate of cupcakes inside the fridge along with the leftover food from the dinner I cooked earlier for the three of us.
"Okay, settle down in your room and goodnight."
"Adieu!" Gray saluted before he disappeared in my sight and heard his footsteps ascend on the stairs.
"Have you tucked Gray for the night?" Asked a mocking voice. I looked up from my cupcakes and faced a scowling Ethan, who's leaning on the doorway, wearing his usual joggers, socks and a tank top.
"I made you some cupcakes." I said, smiling widely at him. He looked down and eyed the cupcakes on the plate, raising an eyebrow.
"And what are they supposed to look like?" He asked flatly, but I didn't miss the ghost of a smile on his lips.
"Who." I said instead.
"Huh?"
"The question is, 'who' are they supposed to look like. They are a descendant of Elmo's race." I answered his question a little seriously, looking down at the Elmo look-alikes.
"They don't look like Elmo to me."
"And they probably don't taste as good." When I said that, Ethan looked up at me with a WTF expression and I just shrugged at him. Picking up the plate, I was about to put it in the waste bin since I ain't eating them when a hand clasp around my arm.
"Why are you throwing them away?" Ethan asked, eyebrows furrowing.
"I thought you don't want them?"
"When did I say that?" Answering my question with a question, I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Just two minutes ago..." I trailed off. This conversation is going nowhere, I swear.
"I only said, they don't look like Elmo."
"So you want them?"
"Of course! You made them." He answered, like it's the most acceptable answer ever and snatched the plate away from me, "I hope this is a peace offering." He grumbled, turning around to walk out of the kitchen.
"I didn't even do anything bad?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Inviting my twin in my house is bad enough," He answered, and I swear I heard him add, "But spending time with him is another thing." Before he disappear out of my sight.
