Twins // l.t.

C H A P T E R 1

for rae
because she
was there to
make me laugh
when I needed
to most ♡

Chapter 1:

Juliet's POV:

"Juliet, will you please take out the trash?" I distantly hear someone call. I take out my earbud for a second, then put it back in. I was happily enjoying my peace and quiet in my now vacant bedroom. When you share a room with a boy, it tends to get a tad hasty, if you know what I mean. By "hasty" I mean "unbearingly rank". "Juliet?" The voice calls again. I wait a moment to hear their reaction. "JULIET ELIZABETH COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT." Oh. So that voice was mum. Better get my bum down there quick or it's my bum that's going to be on the mantel and not a family portrait that I, ironically, looked like a bum in.

"COMING, MOTHER!" I called and paused the song that was playing. I rushed down the hall and barreled down the stairs into the kitchen.

"There you are. I thought you had left," my mum says.

"Why would I ever do that?" I asked, and put a hand over my heart. "You know I'd be so lazy, I'd climb down the window and give up halfway."

She shrugs, as if saying, "True, true."

"So," I say, "That garbage..."

"Down the hall, Ju."

"Thanks," I mumble and walk down the hall to gather the trash. "Where am I taking this, again?"

"The garage?" She replies.

I huff and lift the large black bag. It was so big, it covered my face! I could barely see! I walked like a sleep-deprived zombie (aka a teenager... Okay, so maybe just me) until I got to the garage door's door frame.

"Good gosh," I say as I try to stuff the bag through the frame. I give up and kick the door open. I grunt (very girlishly, thank you very much) and finally squeeze it through. I open the lid to the garbage container and a horrid scent fills my nostrils. "Did Louis put his gym socks in here? Good heavens this stinks," I whisper to myself and shove the bag in. "Good riddance!"

I close the container and walk back to the kitchen, taking large strides.

"What are you so happy about?" Mum says while placing something into the oven.

"I'm happy that stench is out of the kitchen," I reply and try to sneak a quick snack before dinner, but mum stops me.

"We're about to have lasagne!" She shoos me away from the pantry.

"Fine," I mutter and hop up the steps. "Where's the good old fam?" I ask.

"Lou's at football, Fizzy's with a friend, Lottie's at the library studying, and who knows where the twins are?" Mum replies.

"Let's hope they're outside. It worries me that no one knows where they are," I say. "Maybe we could put a shock collar on them or something!"

Mum makes a sound that makes me think she's shaking her head. "Only you, Ju. Only you."

~~~

"I'm hooooooome!" I hear someone call. I sit up in my bed and groan. I don't want company! I pause my song that I was lazily jamming out to and throw my iPod down on my bed. I walk slowly down the hall and try not to fall on the steps.

"How was football, Lou?" I hear mum ask. So, it's Louis? Eh, if I can go through birth with him, I can go through his stinky self.

I walk down the rest of the steps swagly. So far, so good. Until...