Suddenly

Seven

" So uh, that's the end I guess... " I said.

" Yeah... " Dylan said.

" Look Dylan, if we really are twins, I just wanted you to know, that I'll be fine with it, I'm sorry for being very pushy and demanding on you, I think you're a really great guy, and you would be a great brother, " I said with my head down. My cheeks both red with embarrassment.

" Karen, I would be fine with that too, sorry for all the years of pranking you, let's put our differences aside, "

" And make this work, " I finished.

It's amazing how we can finish each other's sentences. We have that sort of telepathic powers twins do perhaps.

Suddenly, everything went black. I jumped and hugged Dylan again. A fear I have is that I'm afraid of the dark. I tend to jump and hug anyone next to me when the lights suddenly turn off or stuff like that.

A bright arrow shone on top, but the light is very dim, everything was still black, pitch black.

" Karen, are you okay? " Dylan asked.

" Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, " I said. I let go my hand once more.

" Let's go, " Dylan instructed. He took my hand and I blushed.

Dylan is really very sweet.

We walked to the end of the room before our vision went black again.

Suddenly, I heard rain noises. I opened my eyes and I was back in the shed. I blinked a few times to adjust with the sudden light. I looked to my left and saw Dylan asleep. I got up to stretch and woke Dylan up.

I shaked his body a few times and he got up.

" What happened? " Dylan asked, half conscious.

" The hall of memories, was that real? " I asked.

" It was, " Dylan said confidently.

" How do you know? " I asked.

" I don't know, but to be honest, I want it to be real, I'm really looking forward to us being twins, " Dylan said. He blushed.

" I would love to be your twin, " I mumbled.

" Thanks, I've always felt lonely, a sister isn't what I had in mind, but your good, " Dylan said. He walked closer and hugged me.

Woah.

That was unexpected.

" The rain's over, let's go home, " Dylan said.

I nodded.

Dylan held my hands and we walked outside together.

The ground was wet. Drops of rain fell from the trees, and big, muddy puddles were everywhere.

" Dylan, yes or no? " I asked, looking at Dylan in the eyes.

" Huh? Um... Yes " Dylan answered.

I pulled Dylan forward and jumped on the puddle, causing our shirts to be wet and dirty.

" Woah, you're seriously gonna do this? " Dylan asked.

" Yeah, let's live our life, " I said. I ran to another puddle and jumped on it, causing my clothes to be dirtier.

" Wait for me! " Dylan exclaimed. He ran to me and grabbed my hand. He dragged me to another puddle and we jumped together.

" Let's remember this moment, " I said. I took my phone and we took a selfie.

" Okay, now let's go home, " Dylan said.

We held hands and marched together to the bike parking. We got on our bikes and went home. Along the way, we chatted on all kinds of things. It kinda feels awkward to be kind to Dylan, but I got over it.

The way home felt really fast because I really enjoyed it. Dylan is actually a really great guy. He's kind, he's very sweet, caring, sporty... He may not be smart like Einstein, but he really is one sweet guy.

When we arrived home, I directly showered, I needed to quickly get down and dish up a simple yet delicious meal. Homemade fried chicken with crispy fries on the side. I showered with cold water and applied lotion on my body. I told Dylan to shower and he nodded. Amazing! He now takes orders from me! Anyway, I got down and began preparing my fried chicken and fries. I marinated the chicken and coated it with flour, I cut the potatoes into thin pieces, I fried them and my dish was ready.

" Hmm, it smells really good, " Dylan said as he walked down the stairs in his shirt and sweatpants. We were wearing the same thing, again. I'm fine with it now though.

" Thanks, " I said embarrassed.

" What did you make? " Dylan asked. He looked at the table.

" Well, I made fried chicken and fries, but that's all, " I said.

" Looks amazing! Let's eat, " Dylan said.

We sat on the table facing each other. I looked at Dylan as he took a piece of the fried chicken and fries to stuff in his mouth. I nervously watched him as he chewed it. Will he like it? Wait, why am I suddenly caring about whether Dylan likes my food?

" Hmm, this is amazing Karen, " Dylan said.

I blushed to the stage where my cheeks were scarlett red. No one has ever complimented my food other than dad.

" Thanks, " I said.

Dylan and I finished eating and I washed the dishes. Dylan actually came to help me. He's so thoughtful...