LONLIN: Twins 13

Toothache

Unlike usual, Devlin did not talk much today. He came down from his room upstairs and walked into the kitchen past Mom and Dillon without a word. Before long, he returned with a glass of clear water that seemed to be still puffing steam, then returned to the room again.

Dillon frowning. It's freaky. Usually Devlin would be hysterical right away if he molested Mackenzie, but not this time. In fact, when Dillon accidentally overturned Mackenzie until the dark gray puffer cat screamed dramatically, Devlin did not turn his head.

"Devlin why, Mom?" the question to the mother who was seriously sewing the buttons of Dad's shirt that was released, with reading glasses. Dillon herself still shone her eyes at Devlin who had reached the end of the stairs.

She turned her head, and half a whisper replied, "Toothache."

Dillon understood, then again tickled Mackenzie in his lap.

"Don't bother your sister" said Mother later. Making Dillon immediately look unacceptable, indeed when did he ever disturb Devlin? His inner.

***

Tired of not being able to make Mackenzie cry, the mother was eager not to disturb her concentration of sewing, so Dillon decided to return to her room.

He stopped in front of Devlin's slightly open door and saw his sister lying on her back. However, he finally chose to continue his steps toward his own room, but again his steps stopped. Back at the close of the room door that had been half opened and turned towards Devlin's room. He's not a bully! The focus is in the heart.

Slowly, Dillon stepped into Devlin's room. Hoping that his arrival did not surprise the younger brother. "Still sick?" ask slowly.

Devlin turned his head, then turned his body to face the all-girlfriend. It seemed so, if he tried to endure the pain.

Dillon took a step forward, then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Have you taken your medicine?" ask again.

Devlin nodded slowly. Those dark brown eyes looked puffy. Maybe she was crying. Not real heart, but Dillon is only able to review a smile just soothing. "It's gonna heal soon."

Dillon shifted, then raised his feet up the bed, then leaned his body on the headboard. "Cabin." The patting of his own thighs slowly, hinted that the girl who was still in school at the first middle level was approaching.

Devlin. He immediately shifted his head and placed it slowly on the thigh of the twin brother.

"Sleep first. It won't hurt anymore" said Dillon softly, then his hand gently swiped Devlin's head. Stroking the colored hair strands in line with the bead of the owner's eyes in rhythm.

Devlin flinching. He started to let his eyes close. Letting himself sleep for a moment here. Because he knows. He's safe now.

"Cheal fast, Devlin."

***

"When you're married, a haircut should be your husband's permission."

Just a day his teeth healed, Devlin returned to Devlin who was a hobby nyerocos. Of the many rants he made, that was the only sentence Devlin was able to make Dillon turn his head, and ignore the absurd comics he had read.

"I. Of course one day I have to get married."

Dillon rolled her eyes irritated. Actually, since this afternoon, he had been upset with Devlin. Instead of going home with him as usual, Devlin prefers to go home with Radev. And so did Devlin. He is also annoyed at Dillon, because he was waiting to go home with Radev, Dillon just as nice to take Gea home instead.

"You're 13 years old, boy," Dillon murmured.

Devlin. His instincts are refusing to be called 'bokah' right now. "Then, what are you? We're only 15 minutes apart, man," he bursts.

The pitch-black-haired guy on the other side of the sofa seemed to be wide-eyed in disbelief. "You..."

Not yet finished the continued denial of Dillon ejected, Dad immediately interrupted, "Ah, you guys just continue arguing. Dad relented. Let me just keep drinking coffee on the balcony." Then the man who is touted as another duplicate of a pair of twins away by carrying a cup filled with black coffee with him.

Devlin grunts. He turned his head rough on Dillon. Letting his dark brown eye bead collide with the twin brother's black bead. "Because of you, my story and Dad are disturbed" he wrote.

Dillon sneers. "What is your story and what is Dad? From earlier my ears only heard your cry."

Devlin wrathful. Her tiny face put on a hostile look now.

"What's a look around, short?"

Devlin's lips seemed to twitch with eyes that did not also blink. Perhaps shock at hearing the horrible word he had heard just now. Then the next second, the tip of his lips had moved curving downwards. He will soon doubt it.

Dillon looked worried. He's starting to misbehave now.

"Bu-not that I mean." He scratched the rough back of his own head, then moved closer to Devlin.

"Don't do this." Dillon's getting confused. Now he sits on the same sofa as Devlin. Right next to the girl who started to tear up.

"Don't cry" Dillon's voice weakened. Between fear, worry, or anything, then rubbed the head of the baby brother.

"I'm not short" Devlin looked almost sobbed.

"Yes. You're long, really," nods Dillon.

Then somehow, for some reason, for some reason, and somehow, the pair of twin brothers giggled, then broke into an amused laugh. Pause for a moment, then laugh again.

***

On the balcony there, Dad who was sitting enjoying the night breeze, turned his head back for a moment, then smiled amusedly while returning to sip his black coffee that was half-living.