Two Brothers, One House.

Mother's Boy

    I gazed up at my blue-haired, green tip, twin brother. He had changed quite a bit since the last time I saw him, four years. He changed his attire from grey shorts that always sagged, a torn open black leather vest, a white T-shirt with a blue dragon, three rings on his left arm, and two rings on his right hand with pure black shoes that shone in the light, to a blue suit that draped down his body, blue pants that were torn in different ways on each leg, and a purple bow-tie that acted as a bow and tie. He was quite a bit taller than me, always has been. He was 6' while I stood at 5'5. He grew a stubby beard, but no mustache. I, the youngest, beat him to a better beard and mustache! Finally I was better than him at something.

    His grip on my arms didn't loosen, in fact they got tighter.

    " S-Sserill? What are you doing here? And why did you tackle me?"

    " Ah, come on. A brother can't do a little wrestling with his twin?"

    " Ugh. Get off of me!"

    " Fine, fine." Sserill sarcastically rolled his eyes as he stood up. I got up and straightened out my suit before slapping him clear across the face.

    " What the hell, Sseroxy!"

    " That's for scaring me! And how did you get in anyway? I locked the doors."

    " I broke in through the back."

    " God dammit, Sserill." I smacked my hand to my face and groaned. Sserill always did something stupid.

    " Ok. I'll let that slide. Now, what are you doing here?"

    " Aw, can't a brother come and see how the small fry is doin?"

    " Sserill."

    " Ok look. Mom kicked me out of the house. She said that I need to get a job because she wont pay for my drinks. And because I refuse to get a job, I decided to come here. Will you let me stay?"

    He gave me those weird...puppy dog eyes. He was a drunk. An alcoholic. He always did stupid stuff when he was drunk. One time, he tried hanging himself with toilet paper. Toilet paper! I groaned. If I didn't let him stay he would just badger me until I said yes. And besides, he's more apt to cause trouble If someone isn't watching him.

    " Okay. Here's the deal. If you can get a steady job and pay rent, I'll let you stay."

    " But that's why I didn't get to stay home! I don't want to get a job."

    " Well you're gonna have to get a job if you want to pay your share to live here."

   " Ugh. Fine. What job should I get?"

    " I don't care. As long as it isn't illegal, stupid, and as long as you can pay off rent."

    " Then it's settled! Mind helping me bring my bags in?" I looked over his shoulder to see three large suitcases filled to the brim with bottles of beer and alcohol. Oh for fucks sake.

    " Do you even have any clothes in there?"

    " Um.. About that," He a sort of 'dusting himself off' action with his hands. He walked over to his cases and stood awkwardly besides them," Mother kinda, um. She said she'll be keeping her side of stuff. Since she paid for my stuff, all I have is my bestest friend. And that's Alcohol!"

    I mentaly face palmed. Small minded Sserill." You seriously  need a job, being my older brother you should already have one." I tried to hold one of the cases, but of course I didn't manged to do so." How did you bring these here anyway?"