Life With The Twist Boys

New Subject

YAY another chapter sorry guys been busy.
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“I’m not really an animal person,” I said as the floorboards outside my room creaked. “Especially not snakes.”

The door banged open. “Corn snakes aren’t dangerous,” Liam said as he barged in. His double, James, followed behind him with a video camera in hand, and a green flashing light let me know that he was recording.

James nodded his head. “We wanted a python, but Mom won’t let us get one.”

“Yeah, my friend’s older brother Nick has a python,” Liam said excitedly. “He told me this one time, the tank broke. Snakes are ectothermic, and he needed to keep it warm, so at night Nick put the python in his bed and used his body heat. Instead of curling up like it normally did, the python straightened itself out on the bed. It wouldn’t eat either, so Nick thought something was wrong with it. He brought the python into the vet, and they said it was stretching itself out so it could eat him! How awesome is that?”

I gaped at the twins in horror. Apparently my definition of “terrifying” was equivalent to Liam’s for “awesome.”

“If I had a snake,” Zayn started, “I’d probably let it eat you, Li. You obviously don’t know anything about knocking.”

“Dad sent us up here to tell you that if any of us are alone in a room with Louis, the door has to stay open. Therefore no knocking is required, dickwad,” James replied, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.

“Fine. That doesn’t explain why you’re still here. You told us about Dad’s stupid rule. Now leave.”

“I wasn’t done. We also came up to inform Louis  that he’s our new subject.”

“Subject?” I asked.

Zayn rolled his eyes. “These two morons think they’re going to be film directors one day. They’re always trying to find interesting subjects for what they think will be the documentary of the century.”

“It will be award winning,” James added, turning to me. “Liam and I realized at dinner that you’d be perfect. Too bad I didn’t have our camera then. We were hoping we could reenact the scene.”

“Fat chance that will happen. What will you say? ‘Hey, Mom, do you mind if we destroy the kitchen again? We promise we’ll clean up all the spaghetti sauce.’”

Ignoring Zayn, I responded to the twins. “I’d prefer if you didn’t film me at all. I don’t really care to be your next film subject.”

“But you don’t understand,” Liam  said. “You’re the new person in the Walter house. This is monumental."

I was about to reply but knock on the door interrupted the conversation. One of the older boys was standing outside the bedroom as if he was afraid to come in. “Um, Zayn?” he asked, barely looking at me.

“Yeah, what’s up, Javvad?”

“Ryan is here for you,” he mumbled, “waiting at the front door.” When he finished delivering his message, spun on his heels and left.

“That’s my cue.” Zayn stood up from the bed. “Come on, you two,” he said, pushing his younger brothers toward the door. “Leave Louis alone for now. He’s had a long day.”

“Fine,” James grumbled. “We can discuss your contract in the morning, Louis. Liam and I have been pooling our allowances for a while now, and we can pay you handsomely.” Without another word, the pair ran off, leaving me alone with Zayn.

“I really don’t want to be in their movie,” I repeated with a sigh.

“If you ignore them long enough, they’ll move on to something else.”

“I guess, but your family is really overwhelming, and I just want everyone to forget about dinner.”

“Tomorrow will be easier, okay? I’ll see you in the morning before school.”

“Oh, great,” I moaned and flopped back onto my pillow. “School.” I was so caught up in the dinner disaster that I almost forgot that I would be going to a public school for the first time in my life.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a yawn. Griping his elbow, Zayn stretched his arm out over his head and I quickly looked away from his rippling muscles. “It will be a breeze.”

“Easy for you to say,” I said, tugging my mother’s locket back and forth across the chain. “I’ve gone to the same boarding school since I was eleven. The thought of a public school scares me.”

“I promise you’ll do fine.” Zayn chuckled as he stepped out into the hall. “Night, Louis.”

“Good night, Zayn,” I responded. Suddenly, a thought ran through my head.

“Wait,” I called just as he was about to shut the door. “Who’s Ryan?”

Zayn paused before responding. “Just a friend.”

When he shut the door, I held my breath and listened to him leave. A few seconds later, I heard his feet pound down the stairs.

Then, “Hey, Ryan.”

I was so surprised to hear Zayn again that I nearly fell out of my bed.
 

“Zayn,” a guy responded, his voice smoky. “You said you were going to call me.”

I glanced around the room, looking for the source of the voices. There were three windows, and I realized why Anne had picked this room for her art studio. It gave her a handful of different views to paint. The window on the front side of the house was pushed open.

 
“Yeah,” Zayn said. “Something came up. Sorry.”

Pushing back the curtain, I looked down and saw Zayn standing on the front porch. The front door was still open, and the light from inside poured into the night, outlining his body in a yellow glow.

 
“Are we still on for tonight?” asked Ryan. He was standing a few steps down, and with his back to me.

 
Zayn paused. “It’s late.”

 
Ryan crossed his arms. “Fine, but no excuses tomorrow. You can’t keep bailing on me. I miss you.”

 
“Okay.”

“You promise?” she asked. Zayn nodded his head. “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Zayn stood on the porch and watched as Ryan walked to his car. When the headlights disappeared down the dark driveway, I expected Zayn to go back inside. Instead, he stepped off the porch and made his way across the front walk. He was heading for what looked like a shed.

When he unlatched the lock and pulled back the double doors, I realized that it was a second garage. After flipping on a light switch, he shut the doors. I waited for a few minutes, but he didn’t come back out. Finally I gave up and crawled into bed, but I couldn’t stop wondering. What the heck was Zayn doing out there?
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Chapter done hope you enjoyed
-Lore xx