Dan Smith Imagines

67 → THE SMITH TWINS

ONE-SHOT → "Did you hear about the Smith twins?" I overhear Lydia, my next door neighbour, whisper under her breath to our other neighbour, Wendy.

"The Smith twins and the arson incident? I think the whole world knows about what they did. They have a front coming into our neighbourhood and setting fire to our school! They must have something severely wrong in their heads. Their parents should be bloody ashamed of themselves." Dan stops walking and stands besides their clean cut low hedge.

Oh god, this isn't good.

"Jesus Dan!" I loudly hiss whilst trying to pull him away from the hedge before they notice him.

"Maze, fuck off." He shakes me off of him like I'm an annoying puppy. So I keep my head low with my arms tightly crossed and stand next to him in complete silence.

We've just moved into this part of the neighbourhood, and somehow me and Matty have clearly already fucked up. I mean we said sorry, what more do these old bats want? "Oh hello Dan-" Lydia says cheerfully before looking at me with a scolding look. She clearly detests me which is nothing new.

Dan is the average good neighbour, and he's just pissed that they're talking shit about his parenting skills. They clearly don't know who he is to me and Matty...which is quite hilarious considering they're meant to know everything and everyone.

"What a surprise...how are you, dear?" Lydia asks completely blanking me, while Wendy looks at me nervously. Yes bitch, I know you was talking about me behind my back.

"I was good before I overheard your conversation..." Wendy steps to the side so Lydia can speak.

Lydia closes her front door behind her and walks over to the hedge. "Well...if you must know that girl there has been causing all types of problems in this neighbourhood with her brother." She bitterly nod's her head towards me. I guess I don't even deserve a point of the finger—what a bitch.

Dan then smiles, but it's not a nice smile tho, it's more of a warning smile for her to shut up while he remains calm. He's very protective of us. Fuck what other people say, he's the best dad ever.

"Daniel...no." I mumble under my breath...

"Let's go."

It's best if these ladies consider Dan a friend, rather than know that he helped spawn us twins. The sad truth is that he's normally a happy guy so when he rarely looses it...he becomes self destructive and emotional. He can't deal with anger or bitchy people, which is pretty fair enough.

Dan just sighs, "by the way...don't ever say they're not right in the head. You know nothing about my children." Before Lydia or Wendy can answer he walks off in a huff.

"I'd watch your backs if I were you, apparently me and my brother have something of a bad reputation." I whilst hiss looking at them both up and down. Feeling threatened the wrinkly pussies back off.

No one gets away with upsetting my dad.

I then turn away from them and begin to walk down our street. "Dan!" I call while breaking into a gentle jog behind him. He's a fast walker when he wants to be. Luckily for my non-athletic body, Dan stops at the bus stop as I finally catch up with him seconds later.

"If Matty was with us then...oh god..." Dan cups his hand to his forehead looking stressed the fuck out.

"But...Matty wasn't tho." Dan opens up his eyes and stares at me whilst leaning against the bus shelter rest bar, he gives me that look of 'you know what I mean' of which I do. My brother is the most psychopathic person I know, but that might be reassuring to other people because I don't know many psycho's.

"I must've been crazy to believe that place was...the one," he wants somewhere to call home...where me and Matty are liked and accepted.

"Who cares? You're over the moon with the house. We can cope on our own...we always have." He shakes his head whilst staring into nothingness, I wonder what's going on through his mind now?

He just looks...depressed. He always has done, I never can actually remember him being genuinely happy. Maybe when me and Matty did good when we was little? Bastille makes him happy, sure, but that's not me and Matty. That's just his work.

"Maze, please let me be happy. Please don't give into that fucked up voice that tells you to blow shit up." I don't mean to...but I snort like a pig.

He basically summed up me and Matty do for fun. It doesn't sound meaningful. Everything I do has a meaning and purpose, I'm not a straight up psychopath.

I'm not my brother.

"Are you going to tell Matty that? That he can't 'hurt' any more bad people? I don't think he'll listen to you either." Matty is rotting away in prison and his barely sixteen. I visit him everyday and smuggle things he needs to survive in...I'm a pro...a criminal.

"Your brother is different. He's incredibly dangerous and capable of awful-awful things," no matter how many times we tell him Matty isn't.

Matty basically nearly killed this guy whom threatened to harm a little girl. My brother is a fucking saviour in my eyes, and he should be a saviour in Dan's. "I have the same condition as him. We're both incredibly dangerous then." I whisper as the bus pulls up. Dan shakes his head...underestimating me completely.

"You should visit him, Danny. He misses you." The last time Dan visited matty in prison he had to leave after seeing his son black and blue with a busted lip. He can't stand to see his son like that. He doesn't say anything, instead he just stands up and shuffles towards the edge of the bus stop while it slowly pulls up.

He doesn't say anything else, instead he completely blanks me out. Saying nothing but how many people he's traveling with. While dan pays I go upstairs and straight down the bottom since the front window seats have been taken. Unsteadily, Dan comes up the stairs and sits at the other end of the long seat, while half of us lays on it with our backs against the cold window.

"Where are we going?" I ask plugging in my earphones and picking a Sam Smith song. 'Him' one of my favourite non-Bastille songs.

It is him I love...

Dan doesn't answer which is annoying. I guess he didn't like my suggestion to go and see his boy. Instead of talking he puts his own earphones into his ears and put on a song, let me guess! He's in a to kill a king mood? Maybe old Kanye at a push?

While he gazes out of the foggy window I think about his life...and how hard it much be being Dan Smith.