JaDine Oneshot & Drabbles Collection 2

Zoned (AU)

- au ficthread

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"Hey, Big sis." I said as soon as she answered her phone.

I heard her groan and I couldn't help but smirk.

"Drake. Stop calling me that." She complained, annoyance in her voice.

I laughed. "But I like calling you 'Big sis.'" I said. Not entirely true. I love calling her name, but I also like teasing her. Besides, I can only tease her of being my 'Big sis' on May 11th to 14th; those four days she's officially 'older' than me.

"Besides, I only have a few hours left." I told her, chuckling.

"Exactly." She said. "You're almost 24, as well. We can be twins again."

Twins. That was a joke between us.

During high school, our friends always tell us that we were 'meant to be' on the basis of Phoebe being the only girl—heck, the only one out of the whole school to make me shut up. They always tell me I talk too much, well, okay, maybe I do. When I talk with someone, they'd get tired of it and make an excuse to escape, try to change the subject or else tell me straightforward to shut up. When I talk to Phoebe, though, she'd always just listen and listen until I've no more to say and just shut up. Then she'd started talking and the conversation would continue. We could talk for hours. 

I love talking to her. So now, even with our busy schedule being in the university and all that, we still find time to talk. And I mean I really make time just to talk to her.

During third year high school, we had this activity in class where we give letters to each of our classmates. In the letter I got from Phoebe, she told me she always wanted a brother like me but she couldn't decide whether she wanted me as her big bro or as a little bro, so she claimed I'm her twin brother.

"Almost." I told her. "But not quite yet."

And we were, in a way, like twins. Since sitting beside each other since first semester of third year, we became inseparable. We always talk about nothing and everything. She knows all my secrets and I thought I knew all hers. I always asked her love advice and she always gave me the best ones. She always helped me with my then-crush, Ria.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a smile. She was giggling on the phone.

"Just playing with Sage." She said, still laughing. Sage is her pet corgi. And yeah, I heard some scuffling and soft playful growls.

There were more laughter and then I heard her say 'mwah' and imagined her kissing Sage. She does that all the time.

Hmm, now that I think about it, I was a bit like a pet to her during high school. I always do whatever she says. Well, I didn't know what to do regarding Ria so that's understandable, I guess.

She always claimed she hated my hair, but she always try to style it. I remembered that day when I asked Ria to go with me to the prom. She had worked for at least an hour to, well; to use her word, 'make my hair look cool for once.' In the end, it still looked the same, though.

I heard water running on the other side.

"Getting ready for bath?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." She said. And I could almost smell her shampoo or whatever it is she used to smell, well, good--very good, in fact, to be honest. I don't really know she does but that's one thing about Phoebe, her scent lingers even when she's not there.

"Should I call back?"

She laughed.

I always asked her that even though I know the answer.