LONLIN: Twins 13

Brother Leo is coming

Hearing a few knocking at the front door made Devlin run to open it and the teenage girl screamed loudly when she saw who was coming.

"Yahoooo! Brother Leo," he's strangler.

Devlin immediately burst into the arms of his cousin who was seven years older than him.

Leo just laughed. He is always welcomed this warmly when visiting the residence of his twin cousins.

Dillon who had just returned home from playing basketball with his friend only gave a feeble snort at the sight. Get ready, he'll be Devlin's number two brother, if Leo's here.

"When are you coming, brother?" greet Dillon at last.

Leo looked over, then smiled warmly. "Just come," he replied, then lightly patted Dillon on the shoulder.

Not yet over the reprimand, but Devlin had been hunted to pull Leo's arm to enter the house. Just left Dillon outside.

Dillon again snorted. Don't we? He's ignored now.

"Sister Leo, Mackenzie is big now." Devlin immediately carried the passing Mackenzie. Showing the puffer cat to a beloved cousin.

"Well! He's getting funny." Leo scratched the top of Mackenzie's head in a daze.

"I took care of him myself, you see. Oh, yes, Brother... While you're here, let's teach me how to ride a bike." Devlin continued to buy his cousin who had become a student.

Dillon frowned, because usually Devlin was the laziest when invited to practice riding a bicycle. Unknowingly he again snorted his coarse breath. Just be upset, because Devlin will always change sweetness, if faced with Leo.

"Eum, sure. If it's smooth we're a bike race, yes," said Leo. The dimpled youth was indeed very fond of his sweet cousin.

"Indeed, old Leo's brother here?" dillon's curse suddenly made two people who were cool talking on the sofa turned their heads.

"Your question is very rude, anyway, Dillon," protested Devlin. He glared and made Dillon nervous.

"That's not what I mean," elak Dillon. He is forced to rack his brain in search of an excuse, as Devlin and Leo are still staring at him demanding an explanation.

"If Leo's old brother is here, I want to play basketball" he said.

Leo smiled with understanding. "Well, then I have to stay here for a long time" said Leo, who was greeted by a strong nod from Devlin. Then, they resumed the conversation. Unaware that Dillon was grumbling in his heart and regretting the reason he created.

AHHHH FUCK. I mispronounced," he said.

***

"Where's Leo's brother, Mom?" That was the first question Devlin asked after school. Make Dillon again glare dislike.

After being told that the older cousin was in the room, Devlin thoughtlessly walked up to him.

"Mom, how long is Leo here?" Dillon asked, though his eyes still glared at Devlin who had already run up the stairs.

"What?" The mother, who was busy cutting carrots, turned to her son.

"Forget it," replied Dillon weakly. He also passed to his room.

***

"Say, I'm numbered always," said Dillon, who was standing in the doorway of Devlin's room, making the girl who was serious about writing something on her study table look shocked.

"You're flying, huh? How come your footsteps aren't flabbergasted?"

"Are you the one who didn't notice me?"

Devlin frowned. Something's wrong with Dillon.

"Your PR is ready?" ask Devlin at last.

"Not yet."

"You sick again?" devlin asked, starting to worry. He moved, then tiptoed to cupped his palm to the forehead of Dillon who was higher than him.

"Not sick, really," murmured Devlin in astonishment.

Dillon snorted, then roughly turned his body back to the room.

-flashback

"Devlin's."

"Lately you've been talking to me a lot, yeah."

"Ck. I'm serious."

"Yes. What's?"

"So at my friend's school, who's the number 1 person in my life."

"What do you need to answer?"

"There's. What would you answer yourself?"

"Number 1, Dad."

"God! You don't even have to think for long. You don't consider your feelings at all, do you?"

"So long as I know, the number 1 in your life is Mom, right?"

"Hehee."

"Everything should always be balanced, dong. That's why we have to share the task. Dad and Mom should always be in the same score."

"OKs. Who's number 2?"

"Oh! Evidently. Mommy."

"Number 3?"

"My own self."

"So, I'm number 4?"

"No. Number 4 is Mackenzie."

"Devlin!"

"Why?"

"What number do I have?"

"Number always."

"Huh?"

"One, Dad. Two, Mother. Three of myself. Four, Mackenzie, and always Dillon."

"That means I'm on top of Dad, dong?"

"Indeed I said, number is always the first number?"

"How many numbers, dong?"

"Just a number, ALWAYS A DILLON."