Strolson Twins

Chapter X (Stone Steps)

Well, the next few weeks are slightly painful to mention. I spent a lot of time sitting on my bed, staring depressingly out a window.....Yeah, I'm going to skip over those...

Alex's POV

I pulled myself off of the chair I was sitting in, grabbed my crutches and hobbled out of one of Mable's many-cat infested room. I walked out the front door and started down the front steps.

(Honestly, I don't remember what I was going outside to do...)

To make sure that you fully understand how big Mable's house really is, first I must describe it.

Mable's mansion was midnight blue, with a humongous staircase. Pillars rose on either side of the door and stairs, creating a castle-like, a little Roman-ish image. A deep, blue, crystal-clear pool was in the back, and a clear stream flowed in the trees in the backyard, leading to a small waterfall. The waterfall fed the fountain, and the fountain drained to a reserve for the stream if it got low. In the winter, the pool was covered and drained. The stream froze, and was cut off from the fountain, which was drained before it got cold enough to freeze.

Well, I took one step down said huge staircase and tripped. I fell down several flights, rolling over and over. You have no idea how much those stone steps can hurt your back. I landed in a heap on the ground.

I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, using my upper arm strength, I pushed myself up to my knees. I scoured the ground for my crutches, needing them to be able to get back onto my feet. I found them -- seven yards away. I dropped my body back to the ground and yelped in pain. I was seriously bruised from my tumble.

I thought about calling out to my brother. But, stopped at the thought of him belittling me from my lack of strength to get to my feet without aid. No way I would take that humiliation/degradation.

I flipped myself onto my back; way more comfortable in that position. I tried to think of the a way to get into Mable's mansion. I could wait for her to get back for heaven-only-knows-where. No, no, no. That won't work. She'd just call for 'Tall' to save 'Small'. That old hypocritical cat-lover. I could drag myself to the steps and pulled my body up using the railing. I quickly dismissed that one. I wasn't in the best physical condition at that moment.

I banged my head backwards onto the ground, I'm so stupid.

______Exactly 1 hour later______

Cats. Dog. Multiple furry creatures. Help me, I'm freaking out.

After not being able to come to a reasonable conclusion to my problem, several cats decided that it was time to cozy up to me. One nudged my casted leg with its head and another lied down on my left arm. Cats crowded around me and snuggled along my limbs and torso.

Dutch happened to walk by. I called out his name and he looked at me with his head cocked to the side. He then bounded towards me with frightening speed. He jumped on top of me and the shitload of cats. Dutch landed on my chest and squashed my internal organs. I coughed and hacked up a storm and tried to push all of the animals way. They, for whatever reason, seemed to be reluctant to give me back my personal space bubble.

When I started to feel claustrophobic, I knew what I needed to do.

"Asher!" I yelled with an incredible volume.

My twin ran out the door and spotted me. He fell over laughing.

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Asher's POV

I was peacefully sifting through Alex's room when I heard my name being screamed from outside.  I ran towards the front of the mansion to see a fluffy Alex on the ground.  I started laughing when I saw many pairs of cat eyes looking at me.  The mass of fur moved, and I fell over, laughing my ass off.