It's The Twin Thing

It was past 8 in the evening when I heard the front door slowly creak open. A wide smile grew on my face. I traced my way to the living room and hid behind the sofa. My heart beat raced as adrenaline rushed up to my veins.

I'm gonna get you this time, you'll see. I thought.

The footsteps became louder, and as it stopped right in front of the sofa where I hid, I launched myself at him.

"Boo ya! Where have you been?!" I screamed, strangling him.

He smiled a bit and ruffled my hair as I untangled myself from him.

"None of your business, kiddo."

"Kiddo?" I scoffed. "Goodness, Connor. Who's been covering you up when you go home late, like this?"

Crossing his arms over his chest, he laughed. "What's with you? Oh, I know. You have your fucking period."

My cheeks burned at what he said. This guy really knows how to piss me off, and I fucking hate it. Bugger.

For some reasons, he chuckled even more.

I rolled my eyes at him. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you." He said, tapping my shoulder. "Sometimes, you need to have fun. See, you're already growing wrinkles on your forehead. Catch up sometime, granny."

That's it. "You shut the fuck up, Connor Ball."

I shot deadly stare daggers at him, enough to make him pull himself up.

"Sorry. Forgive me?" He said, with his puppy eyes.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "No." I smiled wickedly at him. "Unless you be my slave tonight."

Connor let out a sigh. "Suit yourself, princess."

I grinned. "That's what I thought. Now you go make our dinner. Mum and Dad's out. They're not gonna be home until 11. Said they are gonna be at some reunion."

Connor mouthed okay before sprinting to the kitchen to make dinner.

I looked at him, and it's as if I'm looking at our dad. They have the same face. Only Connor's got mum's eyes, which were blue.

And for some reasons, even though he is my twin, we don't look like each other. We don't have anything alike.

Except for our blonde hairs. Though Connor's shade is way darker than mine. And his eyes are blue; baby blue, to be exact, and basically very attractive and stiff, while mine is at a darker shade of cerulean. If there is such a thing. But yeah, that's how it goes.

"Shit, Lizzy, can you help me up in here?" Connor screamed.

I rushed my way up to the kitchen to see Connor holding his right hand up, with a bleeding finger.

My heart raced, and I panicked. The sight of blood made my knees weak.

I ran up to him, grabbing a piece of cloth that was my handkerchief seconds before.

"Connor Samuel John Ball, who did this to you?!" I screeched, trying to stop the bleeding with my hanky.

Connor winced. "Uhm, I did this to myself. You see, I was trying to make us mashed potato for dinner, but when I tried cutting up those damn fucking potatoes, I cut my finger instead."

I tried to stop myself from laughing at his face. He looked like a little kid who's been caught of doing something bad.

"Next time, stay away from knives." I breathed.

His face brightened up. "Does that mean I'm not doing dinner anymore?"

"No." I said, sticking my tongue out.

He grimaced. "How the hell am I supposed to do anything with this?"

He held his finger up.

"That's your problem."

"That's no fair-" He was cut off by his phone's ringing. "Can you pick this up for me?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine."

I pulled his phone out from his hoodies' pocket. The phone rang violently at my hand. I pressed answer at put it near my left ear.

"Hello? It's Lizzy. Connor can't answer the phone. He's bleeding to death." I winked at Connor, who sent me a death glare in return.

"Oh hey short stuff. It's Tristan. We'll be at your place in 15 minutes. We brought pizza and ice cream!" Tristan giggled like a child.

I laughed. "We've been spared! Alright, we'll see you. Bye!" I hung up.

Connor made a "woo-hoo" sound as he stood up and shook my shoulders. "We've been spared? Are we getting food without cooking?"

I guffawed. "Yeah, Tris and the gang is coming over. Said they're loaded, so."

My brother jumped around the kitchen with glee, completely forgetting about his cut.

"Oh I love you Tristan!" he kept on blabbering.

Seriously, this boy looks and acts like he's fucking four.

But I just love him so much. He's the most important person for me in this world.

To my surprise, Connor swept me up on my feet and slung me on his shoulder, and jumped merrily around.

"Elizabeth Marie, we've been spared!" He cheered, mimicking my voice.

I did my best to get my feet on the ground and break from his grasp, but to no avail.

So I reached for his precious hair and pulled it back and forth.

"Let go of me, you fuckin prick!" I screeched.

"Okay okay just don't touch my hair you pest!" He spat back, putting me down quite not pleasantly.

I lost my balance and landed on the floor violently. My behind hit the floor hard.

Connor's eyes widened as he helped me get up.

"Crap, I'm so sorry Lizzy."

I rolled my eyes at him and walked out of the kitchen as soon as I got up, and he followed me. He kept on saying sorry but I was ignoring him. Though at any minute, I know I'm gonna end up laughing at his face.

When I reached the living room, the doorbell rang violently, but I was too lazy to get so I just slumped on the couch.

"Get it, Con, I'll forgive you." I said, flatly.

He smirked. "Aye aye."

He opened the door. Tristan, Brad, and James entered, holding each others hand. They immediately hugged my brother as soon as they saw them, and then did a weird dance. Ugh. Boys. Tris saw that I was looking at them so he stopped dancing then smiled at me and lifted his left hand up, showing me five boxes of pizza.

"Brad, where's the ice cream?" He turned to the guy, shaking his shoulder with his free hand.

Brad made an O shape with his mouth. "Oh fuck I forgot it in the car! I'll just get it, hold on." He rushed outside, leaving us bursting in laughter.

"So, everything okay in here, Lizzie?" James said. "Mind if I sit beside you?"

I smiled at him. "Sure."

He was about to sit beside me when Tristan rushed up to my side.

"No, I'll sit here. Go sit beside Con." Tristan smiled at me, flashing his perfect set of pearl white teeth. Boy, he looked absolutely good. He is super tall with a lanky figure, blonde, has blue eyes that you could look at forever without getting tired, and cheekbones to die for.

Well, actually. All of the four boys in their band looked good. James, Brad, Tristan, and to be frank, Connor.

Tristan sat beside me comfortably, while Connor is sending him death glares.

"Hey Con." I said, and he looked up at me. "I love you bro. You can let Tristan live."

He rolled his eyes at me then grabbed a slice of pizza and then did a huge bite.