LONLIN: Twins 13

Mackenzie

"Where's Mackenzie, ma'am?" That was the first sentence that Devlin had thrown when he had just exited the room.

Mother turned to her beloved daughter, then shook her head lightly in between her busy preparing breakfast. Riled up, Devlin rushed to the side balcony of the house with his hands tote the black shoes typical of the school, then came back again with a look of anxiety.

"Dillon, where's Mackenzie?" The guy who was still drowsy down the last rung of the ladder, apparently also affected.

"I don't remember ever venturing into the caretaker of that puffer cat" Dillon murmured, then continued to walk up to the dinner table and sit in one of his chairs.

Devlin grunts. Still with his shoes tote around, he bent his head under the table, then snorted again.

"Will be searched again. Now breakfast first, Devlin," The father who had just left the room also voiced his opinion. Trying to put an end to the fanfare that he himself did not understand why it could happen.

Devlin. He put his shoes on the floor, then turned to the place where Father, Mother, and Dillon had been sitting sweetly. "Last night, I had a Mackenzie dream," she said weakly.

"He turned into a witch, did he?"

Devlin turned his head, then grinned not like hearing Dillon's conjecture just now.

"Or maybe he's a cursed prince, huh?"

"Dillon, I'm serious."

"Or... Or the... He found another woman, then dumped you?"

"If you say anything more, I'll grab your hair" Devlin growled.

"Female, '" Dillon hissed, then began to bite off his first piece of bread.

Devlin himself preferred to sip his warm milk a little, then elbowed the arm of Dillon sitting right beside him, until the light-skinned man threw a sharp glint at him.

"I'm Mackenzie's dream, '" the more whispered Devlin continued, "Dicabuli."

"Uhukkk." Dillon coughed, then patted his own chest rough trying to end his silly agony this morning.

Devlin gawked for a moment, but then poured a glass of clear water on the twins.

Mother also rose to approach, but Dillon immediately raised his hand so that the mother could calm down. "I'm fine," he said after successfully downing a glass of clear water earlier.

Dillon again directed his fierce gaze at Devlin, then half-stiffly, he said, "I'm not doing that!"

"What?"

"I don't know anything about Mackenzie. We just slept together. That's it."

It took Devlin more time to digest Dillon's statement just now. And here is the response ....

"PEUKAHAHA. So last night, you slept with Mackenzie?"

Realizing his folly, Dillon faltered in saying, "Ta-last night I had a bad dream, so ...."

"So .... You let Mackenzie sleep together, did you?"

"No..."

"Mackenzie's still in your room, huh?"

"Ah. Shit."

"Puahaha."

"We don't sleep together! I'm in bed, and he's on the couch."

"Yesaha."

Damnit. Why did I forget to throw out that ugly cat? Dillon wailing. This time he even ruffled his own frustrated hair.

Across the table, Father and Mother who do not understand the root of the problem, prefer silence. Sometimes I exchanged looks, and shrugged my shoulders. And once again, it seemed to be shaking.

***

"Have it, don't wear such strange shoes."

Dillon was frustrated to see Devlin who had been pacing back and forth practicing using his new high heels. Perhaps the word 'anxious' was more appropriate for him because not once did he have to be quick to move to catch Devlin's sometimes unsteady body. However, the teenage girl remained stubbornly wanting to keep trying.

"If your feet are sprained, don't ask me to carry you" grumbled Dillon.

"Exit now, or I'll throw it straight into the trash!" threatened later.

Devlin scowled, but he also obeyed the brother's orders. He crouched down, then took off the cream-colored shoes with a pink ribbon that he had worn for almost half an hour. After all, his legs were already painful and sure enough, he had to limp along to the sofa, then sit there.

"Well! Aren't we?" Dillon growled, then helped Devlin straighten his legs on the sofa. Then sit near the feet of the girl who suddenly wanted to grow up.

"You're still too small for this. Don't act like a aunt, lah," he said again.

Devlin was still frowning. Letting Dillon chatter as he pleases. His eyes only panned straight at the tip of his foot that looked flushed. Dillon sighed and left Devlin.

Moments later, he returned with a basin of water and a small towel draped over his shoulder. He placed the basin he had brought on the carpet right in front of Devlin, then squatted there.

"Remove your leg" he said.

Devlin according to him. He moved his foot down the sofa, then put it into a basin that turned out to contain warm water.

After a while, he lifted Devlin's leg and dried it with a small towel.

"Here I go."

"Aish! Quiet."

Devlin once again. He was silent without protest in any form.

"Dillon's."

"Hhhhhhhh."

"Where's Hana?"

"Good."

"Aish! Are you rejected or accepted?"

"Rejected."

Devlin put away his feet quickly, then put his feet on the carpet and hurriedly continued, "Rejected?!"

Dillon's up. Put a small towel he held into the basin, then lift the basin and put it on the nightstand.

"Yes. Rejected," he repeated indifferently, then sat down beside Devlin.

Devlin turned the body facing Dillon - who was very, very mediocre.

"How refused?" sue Devlin not take it.

"Yes rejected. She said..," Dillon looked closely at the sister, and then continued, "Actually I didn't shoot her."

This time, Devlin was wide-eyed. "you mean? What's actually going on? Does she have a boyfriend? Or....," Devlin squinted his eyes, then continued, "You're afraid?"

"Think so," answered Dillon, shrugging his shoulders again, indifferently.

"I'm serious" said Devlin.

"I'm serious too." Dillon glanced for a moment, then turned his eyes to the unlit television.

"Suddenly I thought, right now, I just want to take care of Dad, Mom." glancing again. "And you."

Devlin gasped. His eyes did not blink looking at the figure before him.

"I still want to curse your child. That's all." He lightly scanned Devlin's hair with a smile that continued to expand.

He's an adult, right? Always an adult, Inner Devlin.

"You're moved, right?"

"Hhhhhhh."

"I'm a good brother, right?"

"Hhhhhhh." Devlin's dark brown bead seemed to start being coated in thin water.

"Then...," Dillon again smiled warmly, "Tomorrow I borrow your pocket money, huh? My pocket money's over."