Thirty Eight: Damn, You Got Me On That One
“Phew, what an exhausting practice we had today.” I look up at Brodie, his eyes already on me. A grin appears on his face and he lets out a light chuckle.
“Yeah.” He says, still grinning and he looks away. He brings his gaze back to me after a few seconds and smile. “But, I’m actually okay with it since it is for our own good.” He shrugs a little.
“Yeah. ” I nod, letting a little smile shows on my face. “We need to win this match so we can make it to the semifinal.”
“Yeah.” He nods.
“Uh so, off to your house?” I raise my eyebrows at him, grinning at him a little.
Hmm, I wonder where his house is. Is it pretty close from here, like my house, I mean Aunt Sarah's house, or is it far from here? It doesn’t really matter how far his house is. What I’m curious about is, how his house looks like, does he have the same bedroom as Brandon, sleep in the same bedroom together? I mean, they're brother, or I can say twins, after all.
“Yeah. Just follow me from behind. I won’t drive too fast.” A playful grin showing on his face. I cross my arms in a challenging manner and a smirk forms on my face as I stare at him. “You could if you want to. I’ll catch you up fast.”
“Really?” He raises his right eyebrow at me, seems amused by my words filled with so much confidence.
“Yeah. Just letting you know that I’m the fastest driver alive.” I say, now smiling at him with pride. A lot of it and now it makes me thinking how cocky I am I bet he’s in the beginning of hating me.
He scoffs at me and rolls his eyes. “You wish.” He says, smirking at my way.
“Hey, don’t look down on me.” I frown, feeling a little bit annoyed because of him underestimating my skill, like a little kid I am. I pull myself together as a thought cross my mind and a smirk appears on my face again.
“I actually break the record for getting ready and driving to school.” I look at him with the smug look on my face. He stares at me with amusement covering his face. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I nod proudly. “I’m sure you won’t believe it but I got ready and arrived at school only in 9 minutes.”
“That must be because your house was close.” He comments. The smug look on my face fall, turning into a frown. Can't he just let me have my moment of pride?
“No it’s not. My house is a bit far from my old school.” I retort. He smirks at me. “You sure?” He raises one of his eyebrows again.
“Of course I’m sure! What the heck Brodie?! I live there for almost 5 years.” I look at him in annoyance because of his stupid question.
“Okay, calm your shit down, Ashley.” He says, putting his hand up in surrender and look at me with the look of amusement still staying on his face, and he chuckles at me. “I’m just messing with you.”
“Ugh,” I groan, rolling my eyes at him. “Why are we even talking about this?” I ask, more to myself than him, suddenly feeling stupid because of talking and arguing about this. Why do I always argue about the stupidest things?
“You’re the one who started it.” He shrugs. I let out a sigh, still feeling stupid and embarrassed of myself. “Just forget about it. We should hurry before we run out of time.”
“What the heck? Your house is actually across mine?” I look at him in disbelief, my brows furrow hard as I still try to let the new information sink in. I mean, how can I didn’t know about this? This is just making me look more stupid than I already am.
“Yeah. Didn’t realized it, did you?” He smirks. I nod my head, still bewildered about the information. “Yeah. It’s a plus point though. That mean I don’t have to worry going back home late. Wait for me, I’ll park my car and get some stuff from my house first.”
“Okay, I’ll wait.” He nods. I turn around and jog to my car. I quickly park my car and go upstairs, jogging toward my room when suddenly Colton get into my way and I hit him.
“Woah, what’s with the rush, sis?” He asks, still look pretty shock by me. I step back, controlling my breath and look up at him.
“Oh, nothing. Just going to get my things and go to Brodie house.” I explain simply.
“What for?” He asks, looking at me with suspicion glinting in his eyes. Maybe that's because he's afraid I would do 'things' with Brodie. Why does he even think like that? Gross.
“We’re just going to work on our assignment. Nothing more.” I reply, looking at him weirdly as he keeps staring down at me.
“Of course! What the heck you were thinking huh?” I ask, looking at him with my eyes narrow at him.
“Nothing.” He walks down the stairs briskly and my eyes follow him as I just stand there, looking at him in annoyance and roll my eyes.
I walk back to Brodie, who’s just waiting for me in front of his house gate as he crosses his arms in front of his chest and look around the street casually. “Okay. Let’s go.” I say as I stop in front of him, smiling.
“Let’s just go straight to my room.” He says. I nod my head and we begin to walk towards his house.
We walk upstairs, and so far, his house keep mesmerizing me by its modern minimalist interior. His house just look so well-organized. We stop in front of his bedroom door. He push his room door open and make me look into it. And wow, how can a boy room be this organized?
Oh, for all this time I thought he sleeps in the same room as Brandon. Because, they’re twins. And now I’m feeling more stupid than I was few minutes ago.
“Oh, you have your own room? I thought you sleep with Brandon.” I say, looking into the room with bewilderment. He turns around and stare back at me, seems a little angry at the statement.
“Hell no. We’re grown ups, okay? Just because we’re twins, doesn’t mean we sleep in the same room.” He scowls. And that, I don’t know why, makes him look so freaking cute. What am I even thinking?
“Yo, chill, Brodie. I’m just messing with you.” And it’s time for me to grin at him, feeling so amused by his reaction. He laughs nervously and smile. “Damn, you got me on that one.” He says, looking embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck nervously.
“I know I got ya.” He shakes his head, still seems embarrassed. He motions me to walk into the room first. I walk into the room, observing the neat room. No dirty clothes in sight. All of the thing in his room is oddly well organized for a boy like him.
"Your room is so neat."
“Not like the typical boys room you mean? That full of dirty clothes laying around? Of course. That’s because I like things well organized and clean. Not like Brandon room. Damn, I can’t even stand myself looking at his room for a second.” He sighs, massaging his temples as he shuts his eyes close.
“Oh wow. That’s great. I like well organized things too. Those are just... nice.”
“Yeah. And good to look at.” He adds.
I turn around and face Brodie. I look down at my shoes, hands shoved into my hoodie pocket. “So, where should we start from?” I look up into his brown eyes.
“Uh, how about the theme of the story?”
“Okay. I guess I want the story to be humorous, full of mystery, or just scary.” I shrug. Brodie nods at my suggestion. He looks down at the floor blankly, thinking I guess.
He brings his gaze from the floor back to me and sigh. “Okay. How about mystery. About a girl trying to discover about the disappearance her friend that was kidnapped by her own parents?” He suggests. I look at him, my lips part a little as I get amazed by his idea that I’m not even sure I can think of.
“Oh, that’s a great idea. How can you think that fast?” I look at him confusedly.
“Oh, I actually already think about it since Mrs. Erica told us the assignment. And that makes me forget about all the lesson after that.” He frowns.
“Oh, Brodie." I frown, feeling sad that he missed all the lesson just because he thought about our assignment. "Why are you even doing that? We can just talk about it together, you know?”
“But I guess that is already too late for now. So, what do you think?” He asks for my agreement with his stare. I smile at him. “Let’s just use your idea. I’ll make up the words.”