Living with the twins is pretty great. I wished so hard for something dramatic to happen in my life and so far, this is the most 'dramatic' thing that ever happened. I sprayed perfume all over my body and went out of my boring 'room'.
"Wow! That looks great on you, Wends!" Peterpan whistled.
"I guess the girl you had sex with has a great sense of fashion." I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm heading out!"
"Where would you go?" He shouted.
"Somewhere that's not your turf! Bye!" I shouted back and went off.
The usual summer days, I know it like the back of my hand. I'd bike around town, display my face to everyone, and go to parties, get hooked with assholes, fall in love with them, and mend my broken heart, the end. The wind blows my hair as I accelerated my pace. This is what I love, what I always crave, the feeling of the wind hitting my face. I feel connected with nature. I feel a part of the Earth. I feel human.
The constant ringing of the phone obliterated my solitude. I parked my bike along the sidewalk and answered my loud phone. I should've blocked the twins so they wouldn't call me persistently.
'WHAT" I half asked, half yelled.
"Stop growling tiger." Peterpan chuckled. Fuck this guy. Somebody go get him a girlfriend – or better, a wife he can annoy for the rest of his life. Save me!
"Stop calling for nothing, fucker!" Annoyed, I blew the stray hair off my face.
"Oh I wish this was nothing, but where are you right now?" I headed out, and five minutes later, he's calling me persistently to ask where I am. What a great excuse for a human.
"I'm ... somewhere." I said, careful not reveal my location in case something crazy pops into his mind.
"Okey, from that somewhere, go to the Feign Restaurant. It's a Korean restaurant I'm sure you know. We'll wait for you there!" The call ended. I should be thinking things over but I am famished and even if I don't know what Korean food tastes like, I'd still eat it with excellent appreciation. With unwavering certainty, I zoomed to the restaurant. I spotted the twins sitting in the corner, just as I was approaching them, they stood up to meet me half-way. Talk about gentlemen.
"Let's go," Raph said.
"What?! I thought we're going to eat?" I asked silently. They laid their arms on my shoulders and walked out.
"You're wrong. Let's go home and eat something microwavable." Peterpan said.
I knew it! I should've thought things over! I should've seen this coming! Defeated, I went home with them.
"Home, sweet home!" both of them cried out.
"Turn that frown, upside down sweetie," Raph said and winked at me. As of this moment, I am not afraid to announce that I don't know what mess I got myself into.
Let us do some review: I met Peterpan, I lost consciousness, and then I lost my brain and literally lived with them. Ultimate fucked up move. I ended being holed up in this place.
The doorbell rang, and Raph said, "Please get the door, sweetie."
Unwilling, I stood up and walked towards the door like a zombie. I opened the door and saw this cute delivery guy holding a bag of Korean food, looking so lost.
"Is this the Neverland haven?" he asked, carefully, afraid of making a mistake. I guess he's new to the job. His nameplate says Gio.
"Oh Gio, you're not lost, don't worry. Welcome to Neverland! And thank you for the food!" I grabbed the bag from the surprised cutie, and shouted, "Somebody get this bag off my fucking hand!" Peterpan got it from my grasp. I didn't move a bit. I'm astonished by this delivery guy.
"You're new to the job, huh?" I'm in for small talk with you boi.
"Ah yes," then smiled ever so shyly. How cute, how so not for me.
"Here's your tip. Have fun at your job!" I waved him off. He nodded, smiled, and walked away. I sighed. His girlfriend will be super lucky, and it won't be me.
Closing the door, I faced the two ogling guys. "I am so mad at you two. I hope you know that." I rolled my eyes, walked past them, and went to the kitchen.
Korean food is spicy and I can't stop eating it, especially having these two guys looking at me, eating, resting their heads on their palms.
"By the way, thank you, both of you," I continued eating.
"Isn't this torture enough to compensate for the prank we played on you?" Peterpan asked warily – careful not to set off the ticking time bomb.
"Nothing is ever enough, dude," I said.
"Remind me not to play pranks on her, bro." Peterpan tapped his brother's shoulder.
Raph nodded. "Okey bro, I will, if it meant avoiding this torture. I will. Trust me."
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Floral and Fading;
Teen Fiction"just wanna be alone and watch as you all just disappear" Hi, I'm Wendy and I think I'm cursed. I've experienced 44 break-ups. I don't know why I had a hard time moving on because of those assholes. Perhaps I gave in too much, perhaps I loved them...
