LONLIN: Twins 13
Angrier
Devlin clicked, when the new Dillon came, just changed the television channel.
"Dillon! I was watching" said Devlin.
"I want to watch, too," Dillon replied, not to lose. Then his eyes focused on a television screen featuring Spongebob disturbing squidward.
Devlin seizes the television remote in Dillon's grasp. Then replace the channel again with the one he had watched; korean drama.
This time it was Dillon who sniffed. "What age are you, anyway? See you this."
Devlin smiled. His gaze did not shift a bit from Lee Seung Gi's handsome face, as he replied, "What age are you? I still watch cartoons."
Instead, it was Dillon who seized the remote, though Devlin tried desperately to hold it.
Devlin. Then, try to take it back. After succeeding, he ran away while swapping his chanel first. Dillon was about to retake, so he ran after Devlin.
"Dillon! You don't cheat, dong! I'll watch first" cried Devlin as he ran.
"You've been watching it since. Replace, dong!" reply Dillon, still recklessly chasing Devlin.
Clekk.
The television was turned off and the twins stopped chasing and turned on the screen which was now suddenly dark.
"MOMUUU!" yell at both at the same time.
The mother shrugged her shoulders lightly. Then take a sofa cushion and place it on the carpet in front of the television.
"Mom is going to sleep. In the hot room. Don't bother me, yeah," said Mom. Then mom really lay there. Making the two sets of twins sigh in despair.
***
"Did? Where you going? Why packing?"
"..."
"In the school there's a camp, huh?"
"..."
"Devlin! I'm talking to you."
"But I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh, are you still angry?"
Devlin threw the rough of his backpack clad in clothes onto the bed, then glanced sharply at Dillon.
"I don't want the same room as you! Satisfied?"
Dillon was stunned for a moment to hear Devlin's statement just now, but then giggled amusedly.
"So... So you want to move rooms?"
Devlin was silent. He continued his activities of packing clothes.
"Where do you want to move to, really?" ask Dillon again. This time he sat on the edge of the bed, helping his sister put her clothes in a bag.
"Mom and Dad's Room. Which room is it?" hardik Devlin's.
"KUMA." Dillon finally broke down. He even tumbled to the back so excited. Still lying on the bed, Dillon continued to lie down, even though his stomach hurt.
Devlin snorted, but he chose to ignore the twin brothers' behavior.
"Good, dong. So now this room is mine."
Devlin's hand stopped. He looked back at Dillon, who was lying relaxed with one hand supporting his head.
"If I'm going to sleep at night in my room, and I play PSP here in the afternoon. Whoa! it's cool, right? Ah, yes. Those boyband posters I'm gonna take off, and I'm gonna replace them with..."
Brak!
Devlin slammed his bag on the floor, then with a sigh so bad he said, "Why do you want to take off my poster? Do you know how long I've been collecting all that?"
Devlin exhaled his coarse breath, then continued, "Just dream of you! I'm not moving!"
"Ok," replied Dillon kalem.
***
"Why you?" Dillon who was almost two minutes ago stared silently at Devlin from the doorway finally made a sound.
"Hey, Devlin! What's up?" dillon asked again, this time more furious.
Devlin looked over for a moment. "There's nothing" he answered briefly, then looked back down at the book of mathematical formulas.
"Why did you not talk from school at all? You still mad at me?" Again, Dillon asked.
Devlin shook his head lightly without taking his eyes off the formula book, making Dillon sigh long.
With wide strides Dillon approached Devlin who was still faithfully sitting in his study chair. Then pull the 'shit' book annoyance.
"Give me my book!"
"You haven't eaten since school. Eat first."
Dillon really felt something had happened to her sister. He knew very well if mathematics was not a lesson that favored Devlin, especially to this fanatic.
Dillon retreated a few steps, as Devlin tried to seize his book. Then he closed the book, and asked quietly, "There's a problem at school, huh?"
And the question was successful in making Devlin's face flushed with tears. Rather than being caught off guard, Devlin chose to fold both hands on the table, then lay his head there. Shoulders vibrate. Devlin crying.
Dillon gasps. He did not expect his sister's reaction this time. He moved back to Devlin, then pulled another chair and sat there. Without saying a word, Dillon piled his head on the table with his hands gently rubbing Devlin's hair.
"My math score is ugly again," Devlin began to make a sound. It was obvious that he had trouble saying that statement.
Dillon was silent. He prefers to listen.
"And... They said...," Devlin's words came to a halt from a hiccup and resumed after he gulped his hard-earned saliva, "I'm no match to be your sister."
Dillon's heart is breaking. His chest is now suddenly in pain. The elusan of his hand on Devlin's head paused for a moment. Suddenly he was eager to curse the person who said that sentence to his beloved sister.
"And you believe?" Still with his head stuck to the surface of the table and still looking fixed on Devlin's head, Dillon asked.
Devlin was silent, but his sobs were heard again despite being muffled by the surface of the table.
Slowly, Dillon straightened his body, then leaned back towards Devlin and whispered something to him. "Without winning the Olympics, I'm much happier when in reality you're my sister."
Devlin raised his head, staring at Dillon with wet eyes.
"Nobody can be my sister, except Devlin," continued Dillon.
Devlin smiled faintly. He was still staring at his great brother.
"Nobody deserves to be my sister more than Devlin" Dillon continued.
Devlin smiled again. This time it was more fun.
"I'd like to wipe away your tears like the ones on television, but my hands will get sticky." Dillon spoke melancholy, making Devlin chuckle amusedly.
Dillon laughed for a while, then pulled the sister in his arms. In a soft voice, he again said, "I love Devlin, then what else is lacking?"
***
After Devlin calmed down, Dillon began to ask carefully, "Indeed who said that?"
Devlin. Then shook slowly. He knew what chaos would ensue, until he mentioned a name.
"Hey! I'm not gonna do anything."
"Lies," Devlin sizzled.
Dillon smiled faintly. His heart is still wounded.
"By the way, Devlin," Dillon paused his words, waiting for Devlin to raise his head, "It would be very boring if everyone had the same advantages."
Devlin knew what Dillon was saying, but he kept quiet.
"I was just quicker to find my advantage. Um! Come on, let's find both your strengths," said Dillon spirit.
Devlin began to seem interested. His eyes started to shine as usual.
"And I hope it's not mathematics" continued Dillon, pretending to dislike it.
Devlin laughed softly and Dillon began to be relieved.
"When do you think is the most fun time at school?" Dillon started his investigation.
"A few minutes before the break," replied Devlin lightly.
"Why?"
"Because those are the times when I wait for happiness. Think about what to eat, what to play, and..." Devlin's reply came to a halt, as this time Dillon clucked bitterly.
"What are your ideas, Devlin?"
"Eumm.., um...,"
Devlin long muttered his 'eum', so Dillon was forced to interrupt. "A long time, he thought."
"No idea. I don't have any goals yet" sighed Devlin.
"What about being a doctor?"
"No, ah. I don't like to see the wounds."
"You can be a veterinarian. You love Mackenzie."
"of course. But the thing is, I just love Mackenzie and stuff. But animals are many like that. I don't want to get in touch with a snake" said Devlin shudder himself saying his last sentence.
"Well! Just teacher. You'll be nice to talk to, so your students will be happy."
"That's exactly the problem. Since I thought it was fun to talk to, they definitely didn't want to study and would rather confide in me."
Dillon. Is this the same girl as the girl who cried worryingly earlier?
"So what do you want to be, dong?" Dillon finally.
"Eum," Devlin cleared his throat again, but not all that time, because he continued, "Later to meet again I'll tell you, yes."
