Double Life

Dearest Cousin

     "FUCK YOU I'M GOING TO STAY WITH GINA YOU JERK"

     I shout at Seek as loudly as I can, knowing how much she hates it and wanting to get some sort of revenge as I slam the door behind me.  She, of all people, had absolutely no right to call Namjoon and God knows who else!  I haven't talked to him in years and I was planning on keeping it that way but NO she just had to go and meddle with my personal life!  I let out an unintelligible yell of anger as I get on my bike, revving the engine and pulling out before I throw a rock at a window.  If Reid was here I would have told him exactly the type of person Seek was, every nasty little detail I could scrounge up out of my memory.  Scoffing at the Lamborghini car she has parked in the drive I race away, weaving through traffic as I try to get ahead and hit all the green lights I can find.  By the time I reach Gina's I'm mad, hurt, confused, angry, and hungry.   I push past her and stomp to the kitchen , chucking bread into the toaster and shoving a handful of the bowl of...of...

     "Gina what the hell are these!"

     I say, spitting out the weird green things into the trash and rinsing my mouth.  She grabs me by the hood and pulls me back to the door, making me take off my shoes before doing anything else in her pristine apartment.  Her black ringlets bounce around her face as she shakes her head at me, taking my jacket and hanging it up in the minimalist closet behind her door.

     "Grey you tracked dirt inside and you smell like old sweat how long has it been since you showered?"

     "Nice to see you too Gina but what the hell were those things?"

     I say, still gagging on the taste.  She chuckles at me, hand patting my shoulder in an affectionate and exasperated gesture.

     "Those were some painstakingly roasted snap peas, and you really could consider calling before you visit-"

     "You know what Seek did!  She's an-"

     And I'm off, buttering my toast as I rant about Seek and Gina sits across the counter space, nodding ever so often.  Her much smaller wolf ears twitch backwards every time I hit an oh so vulgar streak of words, and I finally run out of steam about an hour later.  Gina seems, tired.  I finally shut up enough to let her speak.

     "Grey, you seem a little more stressed than usual, but you never told me why.  You told me all the things that have bothered you recently, yet never the reason those small things are so much harder to deal with now."

     I blink, the psychology far over my head.

     "Grey why the hell did you run away to America!"

       She says, throwing her hands in the air.  I open my mouth, ready to throw back a smart remark about exactly why I left.  Then my mouth stays open, no sound coming out as I point a finger at her, waiting for the reason to spring to mind.  Gina waits, as do I for the revelation.

     "Grey I know you're older out of the two of us but really, are you any wiser?"

     She says, a gentle laugh that makes me growl, throwing a decor cushion at her face.  She's quick to toss it back, a hair elastic shot at my ears that makes me yelp from the sting. 

    "Oh you're on."

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