LONLIN: Twins 13

Mosquito

Father and mother had yet to return home, so Devlin decided to disturb Dillon who was lying on the living room sofa. Actually this afternoon there was a Scout event at his school, but he was forced not to participate because of obstruction of parental permission.

"It's not fair!" Devlin took a deep breath, then a little excitedly continued, "Last week you were allowed to join the camp. Why can't it be my turn?" His eyes glanced at Dillon. Make the young man, inevitably to be horrified.

Dillon chose to pull an old magazine from under the table, open it sheet by sheet, and then casually said, "Your life is still 13 years old. Danger if wildness in the forest. Just accept it, boy."

Devlin wrathful. He remembered that they were twins. Repeat, Kem-bar!

"If I'm 13, you're 13, boy!" its spray.

As if it had become a tradition for Devlin, if his wrath should indeed be realized in the form of a jubilant. So that's what happens next. The owner of the tiny hand has launched his action of attracting the sadistic jet black hair of the single brother.

Dillon grimaced in the midst of his surprise, then spontaneously shouted, "IBUUUU!"

Devlin. Although not willing, he finally stopped his flagship action. "Based on the mother's son" he hissed.

"Anarchist basis!" Reply Dillon. While his hand continued to wipe the hair that had been a victim of Devlin's violence.

"Mother's Son!"

"Anarchist!"

"MOTHER'S BOY!"

"ANARCHIST!"

Silent for a moment, because Devlin suddenly curled his lips down, rather than reply to Dillon's words. And, with teary eyes, he shouted...

"DADD-HOOR!"

"Oh! Father's Son."

"HUWEEEE."

"Aishis. Sorry, yes... Devlin dear."

***

"Wake up! And hit your own mosquito" Devlin snorted with his eyes glaring at Dillon who had been curled up in his lap.

"Dilloooonnn," Devlin growled. He pushed his single brother's head, until it drooped onto the bed. Yeah, drooping, 'cause Dillon just kept quiet.

Devlin was not the type of person who liked this kind of silence. Seeing Dillon sleeping makes his sense of boredom even more so, while at home there are only two of them, as usual. Dad and mom haven't come home from work yet, Mackenzie does. The difference is, Mackenzie has not returned from the house of a neighbor of a cat owner a dull brown female. Hus!

"I want to watch TV" Devlin told me. Then he got out of bed, but suddenly he changed his mind. Devlin went back up to his bed. He was scared when the lights suddenly went out and he was trapped alone downstairs with darkness. Huh! just imagining it already made Devlin breathless.

"Dillon open your eyes" Devlin whined. The nature of the 13-year-old boy began to show. "Come, let's have a chat" he continued.

There was no response.

"I wouldn't care if your blood was eaten by mosquitoes."

Still no response.

"Look! Fat mosquitoes bite your arm."

It seems to be in vain.

"I'm not lying! His stomach is really big."

"Whatever! Don't expect me to donate my blood."

Silent.

THE PLAQUE!

Mosquitoes caught up and Devlin scowled. He did not really want to have a pale brother who was drained of blood.

Plaque! Plaque! Plaque!

"I hate you, Dillon!"

Plaque!

Dillon just smiled amusedly in between his drowsiness. He knew his sister was too dear to him.