Strolson Twins

Chapter I (Meet Twins)

Asher's POV

I guess that you must know of us, and who the hell we are. My brother, Alex, is a Grade-A dimwit. Alex, he lives for concrete half pipes. Me, I live for snow. If you're smart, you would've figured that Alex's a skateboarder. Me, a snowboarder. Don't we sound like the best of twins?

No.

Well, we actually get along fine, but we occasionally swear at each other. A warning to all you suckers around us. I think that swearing is normal, but Alex semi-despises it. He's still loose, okay with just about anything. Almost anything. (He doesn't like it when I suggest killing people. Sad, right?)

Now, to the how and why. Alex and I are from Britain. We're flying to Whistler, British Columbia. How fitting, right? Whatever.

I hope you had a laugh, because now this shit is getting real, and now we're left with a damned woman and her cats. Can you imagine? I hope so. Blah.

Alex was out, probably trying to find a skate park in this place. I had no trouble finding a snowboarding resort. My everything wanted to get up from my bed and sprint to a shop and get some gear. I pushed it down, calming myself with another gulp of the bottle of horrible whiskey that the old bat hid, from us most likely, because we weren't your average house boys.

My brother and I were both over 6 feet, Alex being a solid 6'1''. I smiled, thinking about his goal to pass me in height. A laugh bubbled out of me, because that was never gonna happen.

I was a good 6'4'', and my dominance with my height making me tower over his smaller frame. We both had 'mutt' eyes, whatever that was supposed to mean. Apparently, our eyes changing color depending on our mood is normal.

I imagined my eyes being a nice blue, like bubbles. I felt like bubbles.

Our hair was a plain brown. We had lean frames, not being the telly-watching type. I smiled, thinking how we didn't even own a decent TV back in Britain. We never wasted a dime.

I then cringed, thinking of Mum. My mind shut down, and I took the last swig of whiskey, getting up to get another. I was reaching for my third bottle, when a voice interrupted my thoughts, my process halting.

"Asher," called Alex, turning the corner, "What the heck are you doing?"

"No cursesss for mehh, ehh, Alex?" I slurred, my head slime-filled. I put my best smile on for him, trying to get him off my back for getting drunk. We were going to be Juniors after summer break.

He shook his head, and grabbed my collar, dragging my stumbling form to our room. Alex shoved me to my bed, left, then shut my door.

"Go to sleep, Asher," he called through the door, and I grunted in response.

His feet made soft thuds as he left, and I heard him get straight into bed. I stood, quiet. My feet were producing a soft padding sound as I went for another whiskey bottle. I gripped four bottles. A smiled sliced my face, and I quickly walked to my room, hitting a doorway or two on the way.

"This crazy-ass woman has a good supply here," I muttered, hiding three of the glass bottles in my wardrobe. Against my hopes, no response came. "Not enough," I murmured, opening the bottle I left out.

I took a gulp, and looked at the ceiling. I decided to listen to some music, sliding my iPhone of the bedside table. I hit 'Shuffle', and waited for a sec, before my jam came on. I smiled, looking at the clock.

Only 7 a.m.

Perfect.

Smiling, I grabbed another whiskey bottle, and took off running. I kept running, tearing off my shirt for no reason. First, I went to the kitchen, stocking a few more bottles in a green gym bag, and putting on my hoodielooking Alex's wardrobe.

Outside, my feet took me to the nearest rest station. As I neared, I zipped up my hoodie, and sobered my expression.

Strolling in, I winked at a few girls hanging around, a couple had their boyfriends around, glaring at me as I walked. I was practically strutting, and reached the counter. The teenage boy was looking at the computer, paying me no attention whatsoever. I snapped my fingers, drawing a look from him. He looked at me, waiting. I coughed, forcing the slur out of my voice. I was pretty good at it, too.

"Hey," I squinted at his name tag, "Dillon." I frowned, thinking of my old mate, Dillon. I looked at his face, seeing no comparison, and spoke clearly, "Where's the nearest place I can buy a board?" I already knew the answer. Knowing that it would perk him up, and it did.

Dillon straightened, saying, "1410 Alpha Lake Road." I nodded, plans forming.

He spoke again, offering more, "There's also a gear rental at 4293 Mountain Square. Another place for ya," he started whispering, "is The Circle Skate & Snowboard Shop. The best place in town."

I nodded, rusty wheels turning in my head. My brow creased, and I turned to leave. A girl popped up, and put her hand on my arm. I looked at her, and she smiled.

"Hey," the unnamed girl said flirtatiously, "I'm Brittany."

"Asher," I replied, moving towards the door again. I could feel her "boyfriend's" eyes on me, along with hers as I left.

Once outside, I took out the opened bottle of whiskey, and took a swig, relishing the taste in my mouth. I took a last swallow, and put it back. Running back to the house wasn't as fun if I was half sober already. I need to get back to my normal soon. I was getting weak.

As I walked in, I noticed two things. First, Alex was drunk for once, and Mable was home.

"Asher," she said, "What are you doing, running around, drunk, at eight in the morning?"

"Nothing," I replied. Just fun.

"Hmm," Mable hummed, and turned towards a mopey Alex. She took his hand, and led him to his room, and left him, coming back down to the kitchen. I was still standing there. "Need a ride?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, "The Circle Skate & Snowboard Shop."

She nodded, and grabbed her keys, and her coat and shoes. Mable walked out, and I put the remaining bottles in her 'hiding' spot, and rushed outside. I sat in the car, and Mable drove me to the shop in silence.

She parked, then said, "Go on, I'll wait."

I nodded, getting out. When I opened the door, a smell hit me full in the face. My favorite smell. Sweat, powder, wood, paint, and fresh air. Intoxicating.

Strolling down the rows, I spotted a nice board. It was blue and black all over it. I just glanced, not getting a lot of detail. Then it all went downhill from there. Well, for some, of course. Not me, no.