My eyes flutter open. The daylight barley cracked through the windows, but my heart skipped a beat.
October 22. The day Jaidon and I were born.
I looked at Jaidon who was sound alseep. Lately he's been such a mess. Not knowing how he should be. It's sad, but it reminds me of when we were kids. Things were almost the same. His eyes to my surprise spring open, and he jerks out of bed. "Nick!"
I tilt my head, raising an eyebrow. "Jaidon?"
He looks right at me. His expression so serious, a chill went down my spine.
"It's to late for that. Just go--Wait..." His eyes blink a few times, as I notice he begins to wake up.
I snort before falling into uncontrollable laughter, he falls back in bed and pulls the covers over his head.
Things really havn't changed...
I brush my hair, change my clothes, and drag Jaidon from his bed. "Your 18 now. start acting like it."
He moans and crawls out. Then slowly pulls his black hoodie from the closet.
"Your not even gonna change your shirt." I say with a small grin. He looks at me unenthusiastic " What."
"Well you know. You have other shirts-"
I begin to walk towards the door but stop in sudden confliction. He turned his head towards me. "Ngh..what..."
My mouth forms a sad smile. For some reason....I wanted to cry. "I can't believe were 18....."
"Oh yea..today is...
I turn around and toss something dear to him. "Happy birthday...Don."
My eyes settle on delicate Kenki ken Figurine Chibi. How I knew the exact name of it, was probably because my eyes caught unto it every chance They could. What I couldn't understand was how Nick new About my embarrassing secret. Well...he's my twin so he ought to know a secret or two. I even had envisioned how I'd put it to use, attaching it to the strap of my black back pack.
I frown, clutching it tighter in my hands.
With my free hand lands a lady bug marionette key chain for his keys. He looked at me astonished. Glassy blue eyes, as his cheeks turned pink. "You knew didn't you?"
I look away, "sure."
He smiles and holds her to his heart, "It may seem silly to love a character so much.
But....it means a lot that you even-"
"Oh shut up. I'm not in the mood." I get up and walk to the door, do I say it? A simple thanks? In my head, I must've but in real life I'm soundless while exiting.
"Oi, We are 18 now. Which makes us adults...So guess we'll have to stop playing house."
He calls after me, beyond the closed door.
Doors. When was it that they became a thing between us. Not a wall, like most people. The problem was, it was there and able to be opened. Though many were in a row if you had the endurance to open them all there would lay a lonely boy. The problem was...
We never did. There it stayed forever. Like now, I can turn around and open it to see Nick. To truly see him, not just hear him. But I don't, I walk ahead. Away. Like always.
And again, he doesn't dare to fallow. So in the end nothing really changed.
Even when were kids....
"Don, weren't you born hours after me!? So I should blow out the candles first, okay?" The voice belonged to none other then, now eight year old Nick. With a pure and innocent smile reaching to each side perfectly. Back in these bright days we used to share. Back when he'd actually express such joy towards me. The morning light had made it's way through our brown blinds. Providing light as a wake up call. Having just woken up, my vision was still fuzzy, my mind hadn't fully registered what the heck he was talking about.
Pulling myself from the comforts of the soft and warm bed, I fully reply to him; "Okay. I hate blowing them out anyways.."
That's right. Today was our birthday.
"Everyones watching me...Surrounding me...I don't like making wishes anyways...they don't come true..." Unknowingly my hand had already brought my trusty pillow To cover half my face. "So it's embarrassing....."
Nick's eyes turned sad. Full of pity.
It was obvious he was searching his mind with intent for a good response. One that will have me think otherwise.
The silence was shorter then I anticipated. His eyes met mine again suggestively,
"What if we did it together?"
"Don-we'll be eight! Ten years from now we'll like be totally adults then we'll move out and never do anything together again!" In an instant all color drains from his face," no no no, I mean--not because we don't want to. We-we just have life's to live. You know? Oh dear this sounds like so ba-"
Nodding slowly, I interrupt what he'd spend the morning trying to explain. "It's fine. I get it, man."
"Phew! I talk to much huh?" A nervous chuckle escapes him, while he begins to climb off his bed. "I hope this goes away when were big. I mean-it's like a big hassle!"
Fallowing his lead, I slipped off my bed and pulled on my white hoodie.
"I mean, like who wants a motor mouth. I'll be the worlds biggest idiot. Remember when we were kids, and I'd always speak my mind to the teacher and get in trouble. Those days are gone-like gone gone."
I smiled at his useless banter, gently tucking my hands behind my back. "Mmhm..."
Catching my uninterested expression the boy let out a depressed sigh.
"I'm doing it again aren't I."
"Let's go, nick. "
"Yea!! Downstairs to enjoy are last days as single digits! Can you imagine if we ever be three digits! You'll be one of those super skinny and saggy old dudes."
He says skipping downstairs, I scrunched my face at his comment. Saggy? Was I fat?
I looked at my skin, pail then pail.
Small and frail, people always asked my mom if she was feeding me. My body so slim you'd think if you even grabbed my tiny wrist I'd break. My face still had it's childlike youth to it. Nick calls it baby cheeks, but they looked chubby to me. Is that what he was talking about...
Frankly, Going downstairs didn't sound all that alluring to me. I didn't want to praised and surrounded by my parents. After all, shouldn't just Nick be appreciated?
I wanted to do whatever I can to make him happy..Whatever it takes.
Finally, I traveled down the last step of the the long wood brown staircase.
There she stood with lushes chocolate
hair in perfect waves, complimenting her warm brown eyes and I watched as Her hands moves swiftly in the small kitchen. Dressed in a full suit and tie, our father had his auburn red hair was neatly brushed.
"Off to work, dad! You look like the king." Nick said with a gleeful smile
"Gee, I'm just glad this fits." He joked, while ruffling the hair of Nick. He often told us; As a teenager how many times he surfed and kept his body in shape as it is till' this day. So really, it's just a joke.
"Well, I'm off. See you boys tonight. Your both one step closer to your grave."
"Yup." Nick naively agrees with him.
Ignoring them, I walk to the kitchen.
Without even saying anything, she was fully aware of my presence. "Don't you dare start cooking. Go sit down. " Quietly she began muttering to herself, " I just fell a little behind is all. That idiot doesn't even know how to dress himself." Brushing the strains of hair. that escaped from the loose bun she looked at me again, "Augh, fine. Stir."
A grin spreads on my face, turns out all I needed to do was stand there.
"Waitt-me too! I wanna help."
"No. Go sit down." She groaned while kicking the fridge shut. "I swear you two wake up at the crack of dawn-"
She frowns, and keeps cooking.
Nick looked at me, I kept my eyes on bowl pretending to be distracted.