Twin Mates

Element of Surprise

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Hey babe. Me and Kameron talked + we decided that ur guyz date could be first. :/ oh well. That just means that I have to make our date even better ;) - Nathan

This makes me smile and concerns me at the same time. I don't want the boys constantly trying to one up each other.

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The ride home from the mall was somewhat uneventful. If by uneventful I mean we only almost got into a car crash. Rebekah decided about half way through the car ride that she wanted to try on her clothes again. Of course she was the one driving, but that didn't deter her from trying on the clothes she already knew fit her.

"Hey Alex, hand the small Gucci bag will ya?" Rebekah said, keeping her eyes on the road. I was in that state of half asleep, because I can't actually fall asleep in a car, only achieve a weird trance. So I absent mindedly reach directly behind me and grab the bag, not asking why. With her eyes still on the road she teaches one hand in the bag and starts rummaging around. She then pulls out a very expensive, very beautiful, purple Gucci shirt. It's when she takes both hands off of the steering wheel and starts to take her shirt off that I realize what she's doing.

"Rebekah! What the actual Fuck!? Keep your hands on the wheel!" I screech. The sheer volume of my voice in the otherwise quiet car makes her jump, and she bumps the steering wheel with her elbow, making the car swerve. I lean across the car to take the wheel to try to correct our course before we hit a tree, or worse another car. Rebekah has her shirt had over her head, so she can't she ask the other drivers looking at her exposed breasts. I'm serving all over the side of the road, and cars are honking loudly. I'm screaming and so is Rebekah. It must be worse for Rebekah because she can't see, or maybe that makes this situation less scary. Over my screaming I could faintly hear Rebekah yell "Jesus take the wheel", the sound was muffled through her shirt, but I could hear it. It was an absurd statement for her to make in this situation, mainly because most witches don't believe in Jesus.

I pulled off the side of the road and tell Rebekah to hit the breaks. Only then do I realize that Rebekah has been pushing the gas the WHOLE TIME!

"Rebekah..."

"Yes Alex?"

"Why were you holding the gas the whole time?"

"Well... if I had pressed on the breaks we would have been rear ended, and because I know you don't wear your seatbelt, so you'd go flying through the windshield, and I wouldn't want to explain to a human why we can't take you to any close hospitals." She reasoned. I want buying it.

"Rebekah you were so scared that you just forgot to let go of the gas pedal didn't you?"

"... Yes."

The entire conversion and its seriousness was disturbed by the fact that Rebekah still had her shirt half way off, and it was covering her face. Add that to the fact that three concerned good samaritans were standing in front of the car blatantly starting at Rebekah's boobs, and I burst out laughing. Rebekah put her shirt down, glared at the other people on the side of the road, making them jump back into their cars and leave, then realized how funny the situation was and burst out laughing.

We got home after that without incident. Rebekah tried on a few more shirts, but after the car-is-not-a-changing-room fiasco, or at least that's what I was calling it, I drove. We got home, unloaded the car, and put our new clothes away.. Well, it was late so we didn't so much as put the clothes away as dump them in a huge pile on our beds. Rebekah hit her bed and was out like a light. This wasn't just because of today's abnormal amount of shopping or car mishaps, no, Rebekah what's fell asleep very fast. I'm so jealous. I finish my before bed routines, which involves four different face creams, two different body scrub, and copious amounts of lotion. I know this all seems unnecessary, but let me assure you, if I don't do all this before bed I get really dry skin. I'm not exaggerating when I say my entire face starts peeling. I look like I have a horrible sunburn on my face without the red colour. I look like a shedding snake. It's disgusting. I crawl into bed and pick up one of my many books that I'm reading at any given time and try to read myself to sleep. This usually works, but my mind is too busy to focus on the familiar plot of one of my favorite books. I hope both the dates go well. At the same time I hope one goes significantly worse than the other to START to make choosing which guy easier. I want to go back to the palace. I dread facing my parents again. I miss Venefica. I don't want to visit my brother's grave. I want to visit my brother's grave. I want to move on to the the next few packs. I don't want to leave this one.