Richard Allen
Peering over Garret's shoulder, Richard studied the particularly strange plans splayed across the desk. He couldn't help but smile comically at the brilliance of the other twin. The pale, hazy light shown in through the lightly curtained windows. Garret was busy scribbling down formulas and such when he asked Richard a question.
"You don't think Grant hates me, do you?" The question seemed childish to the dark-haired boy.
"Who cares if he does?" Richard began messing with some scattered gold objects that were decorating the white desk. "What does it matter to you?"
Garret stopped sketching plans and looked at Richard. His eyes were as cold as usual. "You've been playing him this whole time." A short pause. "Haven't you?"
"Ah, Garret. When you say it like that it sounds mean. But, to answer your question, yeah." Richard couldn't help but shrug. The other boy furrowed his eyebrows and sighed.
"Why?" He tried to occupy himself with the plans for his final golden creation.
"Why do you care? I thought you hated him." Said Richard, somewhat amused at the sudden show of affection Garret had for his brother. He flipped a polished cube in his hand. "So are these things really gold or... did you use cheap spray paint?" He tried to change the subject.
Garret heaved a tired sigh. "Most of them are really gold, but their color has faded over the years, so I have a few that I polished up."
Richard became excited that the small cube he was holding might be of value. He went to slip it in his pocket. "But that," Garret continued, "is fake. Totally worthless, really." He chuckled softly as his former friend tossed the object aside.
"I knew you were kinda screwed up in the head, but I didn't think you cheat an old bling man for immortality. That's sort of mean, don't you think?" Not that he really cared, but Richard just wanted to make basic conversation. The fact that he was in the house of the three people he despised most, his mother not included, made him uncomfortable. Lauren Williams was in the same house as him, breathing the same air. He flipped his hood up and sat on Garret's bed, leaving him scribbling his plans. The whole idea of Garret wanting put his soul in some golden trinket made him question if the boy was really okay. He was brilliant and smart enough to do it, Richard didn't doubt, but the thought seemed a little far fetched. Garret never answered to his comment and seemed to be absorbed by the sheets and notes in front of him. Richard made his way to roll up his sleeves when he winced at the pain of his hands hitting his wrists. He cursed.
Garret turned around. "You okay?" His attention was finally torn from the papers.
"Yeah." He lied. Richard left his hoodie sleeves down, hanging slightly beyond his wrists, touching his palms. He almost felt disappointed that Garret didn't seem to really be concerned since he went back scribbling notes notes. But then Richard told himself he didn't really care if any of the Williams siblings liked him. Especially Lauren. Richard knew how much the blonde girl hated him, too. He was probably to blame for that, but the fact really didn't phase him. Richard was a lot of things, but vulnerable wasn't one of them. "I should go." He mumbled, pushing himself from Garret's bed. The boy payed him no attention as he slipped silently out the door. He forgot that the twins' rooms were linked together and realized that he was now in the much darker, slightly smaller room of Grant Williams.
