Sweet Pain II A Gilbert Twin Fan-Fic

Chapter One

 "Toast, I can make toast," Aunt Jenna fumbles with the toaster and clumsily inserts four pieces of wheat bread, a sheepish smile spreading across her features,

"Don't worry," Elena comforts her, a small smile playing on her thin lips, coated in shimmering lip gloss.

"Yeah, it's all about the coffee, Aunt Jenna." I pipe in, pouring both Elena and I coffee into our co-dependent mugs, 'Thing 1' and 'Thing 2'. "Sugar like usual?" I raise my brows at her.

"Of course," she grins, fluffing up her ombre locks. She had changed it a few days ago and Aunt Jenna and I thought it'd help with her grieving, maybe take her mind off of- it. I suppose everyone had a way of coping.

"Is there coffee?" I look up and see Jere strolling into the kitchen, his wardrobe basically mirroring my own.

"For you? No," I tease, grabbing another mug from the cupboard and pouring him half-a-cup of steaming liquid.

"Very funny," He comments, taking the warm mug with a grateful look on his face.

"Your first day of school and I'm totally unprepared," Aunt Jenna stresses out loud, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Lunch money?" She adds painfully.

"No thanks," Elena and I say in unison. Jere of course, snags it right up.

"Anything else?" She peers at us, "A number two pencil? Anything?"

"Don't you have a huge presentation today?" I ask, sometimes we were more her guardian than ours, but we owe still being in Mystic Falls to her.

Aunt Jenna was still new to the whole parenthood thing since our parents passed away. We've tried to help her get use to it, but having three teenagers suddenly had to be taxing, especially three mopy ones.

"I'm meeting with my thesis advisor at- now! Crap!" Her face twists into this mess of embarrassment and shock.

"Then go," I prompt her, handing Aunt Jenna her coat from the rack. "We'll be fine, right guys?" I glance back at my two siblings, who looked rather sour.

"You two okay?" I ask once Aunt Jenna is out of earshot.

"Don't start," they mutter, causing me to pull my earbuds out of my hoodie pocket and my phone.

"Fine," I mutter.

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Jere fumbles with the stiff cigarette, blowing smoke into an eager Vicki Donovan's face. "Don't take more than two in a six-hour period," I mumble, handing her a few stark-white pills.

She threw her head back, gulping two down like a starved lion. "Thanks, Sam." She winks at Jere before drawing her attention to the approaching, ever brooding Tyler Lockwood.

"Hey, Vicki," he hollers, closing in on us. I motion for Jere to pass me the cig, which I take a quick puff off of, letting the smoke billow over Tyler's dark features.

He shoots me a look of contempt and glares at Jere. "I knew I'd find you here with the crackheads."

"It's not crack, you fucking loser." I hiss, throwing the dimly lit cig onto the concrete and smothering it with the bottom of my high tops.

"Hey," Vicki greets him flirtatiously, kissing his tan cheek.

With a quick glare my way, he pins Jere down with his eyes. "Hey, Pete Wentz called, he wants his nailpolish back."

"Pete Wentz, huh?" I shoot back at him, a devilish spark illuminating in my dark eyes. "How old school "T.R.L" of you. Carson Daly fan?"

"Not going to let the little guy talk, are you?" Tyler glowers, scorn coating each syllable. God, he really made himself out to be a little asshole.

"Oh, Ty, be nice." Vicki rests her hands on Tyler's chest, trying to regain control of the situation. "Be nice," she adds gently, as though coaxing a lion from it's den. "That's Elena's sister and brother."

"So? Sam's her twin and I'd still kick both of their asses." He threatens us before Vicki pulls him into a passionate, long-lasting kiss.

Jeremy's jaw tenses up and I knew he was ticking time bomb ready to explode. "C'mon Jere," I motion for him to follow me, tugging on his jacket pocket.

"She's not worth your time," I mumble so only he'd be able to hear. "I mean look at her," I glance behind us, "She's totally got a horse face."

I didn't hold any hatred in my heart for Vicki, but at this point she had been toying with his already shattered heart all summer and I was sick of it.

When I met his eyes, they were bloodshot. "Let's get rid of the evidence, huh?" Together, we duck into the boys' bathroom and I ignore that shitty remarks I was met with.

I dig into my plain, black backpack, digging out eye drops. I hand them to Jere and he starts dropping them in.

Elena bursts through the door, fury dancing cross her face for the world to see. Oh fuck.

"Great." She growls, grabbing our jaws with her hands. "It's the first day of school and you two are already stoned."

"No we're not." We say in unison.

"Where is it, huh?" She starts patting me down. "Is it on you, Sam?" She moves onto Jere, "Or you, Jeremy?"

"Stop, all right?!" Jere throws her hands off him. "You need to chill yourself, all right?"

"Chill myself?" She looks to me in disbelief, "What is that, some kind of stoner talk? Dude, you are so cool," She mutters sarcastically.

"You're supposed to be the responsible one, Sam! Mom and dad wouldn't have wanted this, for either of you." She spits harshly, but I saw the hurt flicker across those soft brown eyes.

"Look, stop! I don't have anything on me." Jere huffs, fighting Elena off. "Are you crazy?"

"No," WIth a little hesitantance, I wrap my heartbroken twin into my arms and we let all of our emotions run rampant, snot balls and all. "She loves us, Jere."

"I just.." She trails off, sobbing. "Please don't do this anymore." I run my tan fingers through her thick, wavy locks in comfort.

"We won't," I mumble against her hair, feeling Jere join in on the therapeutic hug-it-out session. "Right Jere?" He mutters something incoherent against my own thick, unruly dark locks.