“Sir, time to wake up,” Lucille called to me through the bedroom door. I groaned and rolled over, unwillingly getting up. I pulled a shirt on and opened my bedroom door, looking to Lucille. “Did everything go well with the address, sir?” She whispered.
I smiled and pat her cheek, walking down to the kitchen.
“How was your weekend?” Trixie asked, sliding me a bowl of cereal.
“Eh.” I answered, yawning. I got a spoon and began eating. Our breakfast was the usual, silent and tired. After finishing my bowl, I left to my room, gathering my clothes for a quick shower. As I dug through my closet, I realized my blue Lancaster was missing. I had planned to wear it so that I would be matching Sage but it didn’t seem like it would turn out that way. I rushed out of my room and into the laundry room, throwing clothes everywhere.
“Trixie!” I yelled, storming up the stairs to her room just as she opened the door.
“Why are you so loud-”
“Where is my blue sweater?” I demanded, glaring at her.
“I don’t know, did you check the closet?”
“Yes, you idiot that’s how I realized it was missing. I checked the laundry room, too. Now, where is it?”
“I don’t know, is it at Royce’s?” She asked me, still acting dumb.
“I’m serious, Trix, give me the sweater.”
“I don’t have it! Why do you need it anyways? You have like every other one. How am I supposed to know where you put it?”
“Because you stole it! I haven’t worn it for a week so it has been in my closet the entire time. You were the only one here this weekend so you had to have been the one to take it.”
“I know I did not take that sweater, I have my own.”
“So who are you going to blame it on, Sage? Lucille? Gosh, you really make me mad.” I exclaimed, going to my room. I just got my blue Lancaster shirt and got in the shower, burning with anger. After getting out, I got dressed and left the room with all my school things. I didn’t bother talking to anyone when I left, nor when got to school. Being silent wasn’t that hard if you were really mad. That had always been my favorite sweater, that’s why I gave Sage that color. Now I didn’t have it and I knew Trixie took it.
“Tobie, man, you okay? Ever since you found interest in Minimum Wage, you’ve been out of it. You realize I know you like her, right?” Royce asked me, eating the food I gave away for the third time in a row. Bradley had to make up for some last semester class so he wasn’t at lunch.
“I know.” I sighed, looking over at the table of my interest. She was wearing the sweater that I had given her, the blue Lancaster sweater. But, it was baggy and didn’t fit right, maybe I needed to switch them out, get her a smaller one. When she turned to sit down, I saw the ‘L’ and realized it was a boy’s sweater. My sweater, to be exact. I always had mine custom made and my ‘L’ wasn’t the traditional white or black. It was gold. And that’s what her’s was, a gold ‘L’ on a male sweater.
“Dude.” I got Royce’s attention. “She’s wearing my sweater.” I told him.
“Duh, who wouldn’t wear a free Lancaster sweater.” Royce stated the obvious, taking a bite of “his” salad.
“No, man, look at the logo. It’s really, my sweater.” I urged him, pointing.
Upon arriving home, I waited at the bottom of the stairs for Trixie. After ten minutes, she entered, halting in her tracks.
“What now?” She asked, throwing the book bag down. “Did you find it?”
“Oh yeah, I found it.” I answered standing. “You gave it to Sage.”
“What?” She asked in disbelief, knowing she had been caught.
“Don’t even try anything, you know my logo is gold instead of white or black. I’ve always done it that way. You gave her my sweater.”
“And is that a bad thing? You gave her a sweater.” Trixie turned it around on me.
“When? I haven’t even talked to the girl, how could I give her a sweater?”
“You had it sent to her house, or took it yourself, I don’t know. But she told me she got a blue Lancaster sweater from a friend of her’s and Nathan didn’t send it so it had to be you.”
“And what if I did? At least I paid for it! At least I didn’t steal one of your’s and give it to her. That was my favorite sweater and you gave it away!”
“How was I supposed to know it was your favorite?!”
“You have always known! You’re my twin sister for heaven’s sake, you gave it to me! You told me to get a custom gold logo, you told me to make it blue! You’re the one behind it’s existence!” I yelled. I lowered my voice because I was done with her. “I knew you were behind it’s disappearance as well.” I huffed carrying myself and my things upstairs.
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Strawberry Blonde
RomanceStrawberry-blonde hair grabbed the rich boy's attention his Senior year and he couldn't forget it. But jealousy and family get in the way of their love and it's either love or friendship with strawberry smoothie all over it.
