When We Met

eight

|Martin|

"I'm not in a good mood, Lan. Please cook dinner tonight?" Deb speaks as I lean against the door frame of her bedroom, waiting for an answer.

The clock shows 6:47 pm and apparently, the dinner is not yet ready.

I gape at my sister with an open mouth, ready to speak her down.

"You should've told me earlier." I state the obvious.

"I know. I'm sorry, Dylan. I just... Leave it, I'll be there in five."

"No, wait. Let's go out tonight."

"You do know that that sounds really wrong, right?" She stifles a laugh and I glare at her.

"Deborah. You're my twin sister. I'm possibly not going to ask you out on a date, right?"

"Ew, man. That's so gross." She smacks my arm and I chuckle.

"Come on, get ready."

"I'm not going anywhere. Unless you invite him as well."

"Him?"

"You know? Jace." She bites on her lower lip and looks away, blushing red.

"You do know that the knowledge of you sleeping with my best mate doesn't help at all, right?"

"Hey! I'm not sleeping with your best mate, or anyone for that matter.."

"Sure. Fine, I'll ring Jace and let him know. Now, get your lazy ass out of that bed and get ready, for god's sake.."

"Sure thing, big bro."

I shake my head and shut her bedroom door behind me. My sister can be really dramatic sometimes.

I should've planned a you-dare-not-hook-up-with-my-sister project the moment Jace had laid eyes on Deborah. I didn't have a clue that the next thing I'd know would be them ripping off each others' clothes.

I give out a sigh and fetch my phone from the table. I reluctantly dial my best friend's number and wait for him to answer. He picks up on the fourth ring.

"What, mate?" Jace growls and I frown.

"Where are you?" I ask, bunching up my shirt and throwing it on the floor.

"In my bed, trying to embrace some desired sleep. But a certain someone decided to break through my resting phase."

"Aww, man. I love you too."

"Asshole. The fuck do you want?"

"Well, my sister has invited you to have dinner with us. Tonight."

"Deborah?"

"I have only one sister, bastard. Give me an answer so that I can get ready."

"Where to?"

"You say? Any decent place."

"Um, okay. There's this lovely diner by the end of my street. The waitresses there are hot and badass as fuck. And the food is simply amazing."

"Done, mate. I'll see you at your place."

"Alright. Ask Deb to wear something that can be undone easily." He jokes.

"You have a death wish, sucker." I hang up, fuming with annoyance.

How weird can it get when you know that your sister is dating your best friend? Really very weird.

I don't change my clothes. Rather, I shrug into my leather jacket and gel my hair a little. If Jace says the waitresses are hot, I've got to look presentable as well. Now that I'll be the third wheel in the gathering, I'll have to take care of myself.