As I was within my deep slumber, I felt a heavy weight at the side of my bed. "You better have a good reason for waking me up this time." I said groggily with my eyes still closed, "Yes I do!" I heard a higher tone voice say, my eyes darted open and there was (B/N) with a wig on and wearing girl clothes. "I must say how disturbing it is that you actually look like a real girl." (B/N) pointed a finger at me, "Not really, we are twins after all. Plus I'm probably a bit cuter than you." He said the last sentence smugly, "Sure. Anyway, why are you here this time?" I lied back down, "We have to go to the ice rink today." He stood up and walked towards the door, "Now? Its like...5." I said as I gestured toward the window, it was dark and gloomy outside.
(B/N) smiled at your comment, "We have a very long day a head of us!" he spoke with his new feminine voice, "Could you drop the weird girly tone too?" you said still sleepily as you got out of your cozy bed. "No I already told you that were switching places, which means I have to practice changing my tone." he gave you a goofy grin. You were not a morning person, and definitely not a person who wakes up to go practice on Saturdays. But a promise is a promise, as (B/N) went to go make breakfast, you walk over towards the big shopping bags that were besides your door and picked out one of your new skating outfits. It was a tight black sports shirt, leggings and a leopard print hoodie ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) along with a pair of sneakers. You made your way clumsily towards your bathroom to do your morning routine while (B/N) went to the kitchen and made breakfast.
After getting rushed out the door, (B/N) shoved a black duffle bag and coat in your arms and locked the door. The skating rink was a 20 min bus ride. Listening to your music the whole time, with one earbud out so you could (B/N) if he spoke to you, you looked at the passing buildings. It was still early and there were only a few people of the streets. Once we reached the skating rink, (B/N) took out a key and unlocked the doors. The cold air nibbled at your face making you feel more awake. Sitting at one of the benches and changing into our skates, the rink was empty and the ice smooth that reflected the ceiling. You were a bit wobbly in the beginning but after warm up you were good to go.
"Ah, doesn't this make you have a smile on your face?" (B/N) spoke, his high voice echoing through the rink, "Not really." you responded indifferently. "Well, that's too bad. We need to go over my old routine." you followed him towards the center of the rink and got into starting position. About 2 hours in and you were being continuously being nagged about how your footing was sloppy, your landings were terrible and how your timing was off. "Hey cut my some slack, I have only a couple of days to learn this and you what? had a couple of months." You talked back to (B/N) in frustration. He looked irritated by your comment but didn't stop. Eventually you started to get the hang of the routine and what the feeling of it was. Although it was still not the greatest, have no music to skate to.
We took a quick break, about 5 minutes, and (B/N) still nagged me. I asked him if he could at least preform the routine so I could get a better image of what I have to look like, but the reply... "Hm? Oh god no. Me, and this skirt, hmhm, I don't think so." He had his usual stupid smile plastered on his face. "What the hell? Who cares about your dumb outfit! How the hell am I supposed to learn if you wont show me!" My scowl grew as he pulled out his phone. "Well, there's always YouTube." He waved his phone in my face, a video of his routine ready to be played on the screen. 'What an ass!' I mentally thought, I really wanted to pummel him into the ground. This little creep should be thanking me that I even considered coming here to save his sorry ass!
The anger was evident on your face as you were currently glaring at a smiling, soon to be dead brother of yours. But you being you just grabbed his phone and plugged your earbuds in. You paid closed attention to the video, it cleared up some things but you were still unsure of others. After repeating the routine, your muscles began to feel sore, you and (B/N) decided to head out to lunch. There was a little restaurant near by, so you decided to go there. Fortunately for you, (B/N) had to pay. The waiter look at you with a somewhat disappointed/ disapproving look, you weren't even effected by this action the only thought that was in you mind was: oh if only he knew, oh if only. You both had a bowl of borscht, a famous Russian beet soup. After your meal you both returned to the rink for another harsh and vigorous practice.
~Much Later~
Once the both of you returned to your apartment, you nearly fell down from how much pain your body felt. 'I should have never agreed to this idiotic idea, I feel like I'm going to die.' You mentally whined to yourself, since you only have yourself to blame. You remembered the time where you felt a similar feeling to what you were feeling now. You decided to take a nice warm shower and just stand there for 30 minute replaying the very dumb decision to which you've agreed to achieve. As you got out a wave of fatigue hit you like a speeding truck. (B/N) had to bring your dinner to your room and sadly you couldn't even finish half. You blackout the moment your head hit your pillow.
The next day, pretty much the same thing happened. A lot of stretching, a lot of falling, a lot of yelling and a lot of anger. In your opinion you had wasted your weekend on training, but during those two days you had nailed all of the jumps in the routine, sadly not the step sequence part. Tomorrow you would have to go to school as (B/N), you knew that (B/N) got bullied a lot in school for messing up at the competition and for his physical features as well. He was the weaker twin and you were the stronger one- basically you didn't take crap from anyone and wouldn't hesitate to kick the living shit out them either but him on the other hand, would just suck it up or come crying to you. Personality wise, the both of you were opposites. Seeing as you had "to be him", this would mean act like him. Him on the other hand wouldn't get any trouble, no body and I mean nobody screwed with (Y/N)(L/N). At school you had on your normal scowl, scaring and glaring at passing people. Now you had to be happy , energetic (B/N)(L/N).
But still a promise is a promise. In the morning, your brother chose his usual attire and you chose your usual attire which consisted of a leopard shirt, (F/C) sweater and a pair of ripped jeans was lied out on your bed. Once done changing you looked in the mirror to see if anyone would notice anything off, nothing seemed to be wrong until you realized that your twin was about an inch shorter than you. You looked back to find a pair of boots with a heel, you grabbed them and headed over to (B/N)'s room. He noticed you standing at the doorway, "What's up?" He turned to face you , "I just realized that your short so here." you pushed the boots towards him, he denied saying he was short then and instead responded with "soon I'll be taller than you, its just a matter of time." You snickered at your brother and left towards the kitchen to make a well needed breakfast.
Authors Note: Hey all of my fabulous readers, sorry that I didn't update for a while. Things were kind of busy- midterm wise. I pray that I will publish the next chapter on time. Well anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you all soon.
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Switch (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader)
FanfictionWhat happens when you and your twin switch places?
