Author’s Note: I used to watch this show with my grandmother a long time ago and it was such an awesome show, so it has a special place in my heart. I recently rediscovered it and started watching it and, while going through episode one, I kept imagining how cool it would be to be Sam’s twin and experience things alongside him. So I decided to write this Yes, another series I started that I probably won’t finish, I have a problem okay. I mainly just wrote this because I wanted to have fun lol
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I stifled a yawn as I sat up in bed, rubbing at my eyes to get rid of the leftover sleep before grabbing my phone off the bedside table, flipping it open to check my messages. I had three unread messages from my boyfriend, Ben.
• ‘Good morning baby girl <3’
• ‘Happy 21st birthday! I’m bringing your gift to work with me, I hope you like it :*’
• ‘I love you so much’
It brought a smile to my face, instantly brightening my day. I responded by telling him thank you, that I loved him back and would see him soon. A knock on my door told me that my brother was awake, as well, and would be waiting downstairs. I quickly hopped into the shower before getting dressed in a pair of jeans and an anime t-shirt, throwing the blue apron on top.
“Crap, where’s my name tag?” I lifted up the covers on my bed, shaking them more violently than I needed to but it did the job, the name tag flying up into the air. “Gotcha!” With a grin, I pinned it to my shirt and headed downstairs where my twin was having some weird interaction with our parents.
“Happy birthday, buddy.” Dad grinned happily, lightly jabbing Sam in the rib. When he noticed me coming down the stairs, he did the same thing to me, much to my displeasure. “Happy birthday, amigo.”
Sam sent me a look and I knew he was feeling weirded out, but what did he want me to do? I just shrugged and he rolled his eyes at my lack of assistance. “Right… well, I’m gonna go get some breakfast.” When he tried to step past mom, she grabbed him into a bone crushing hug, her voice shaky.
“Happy birthday! I love you so much!” She forced herself away from him only to grab me when I tried to sneak past, hugging me with the same amount of force. “I love you, too, Alex, so much!” With an exhale, she pulled back, only to grab each of us by the arm. “I want you both to have a wonderful day… no matter what happens!”
“O-Okay, mom.” Sam chuckled awkwardly, slowing backing away toward the kitchen. I raised a brow at her before following him. He lowered his voice, sending me a look. “I think mom’s losing it.”
“Can’t lose what you never had,” I grinned, bumping my shoulder against his as I passed him up into the kitchen, hoping that our younger brother hadn’t eaten the last of the cocoa pebbles. The little gremlin in question was sitting at the kitchen island reading the newspaper.
He glanced up when we entered the kitchen, his voice devoid of emotion. “Hey, the two zombies are up before noon.”
“Hey, you’re an idiot,” Sam replied, catching the box of cereal I tossed at him.
“Really, Sam?” I deadpanned, pulling the box of cocoa pebbles from the shelf. “That’s the best you got? Come on, bro, at least put some feeling into it.”
“Who’s side are you on?”
“My own.” I stuck my tongue out as I poured the cereal into the bowl, only to scowl when I realized there was barely two spoonfuls left. “Damn it, Kyle! I told you to stop eating my cereal.”
He rolled his eyes, “I don’t see your name on it.”
“Real mature.”
Our parents entered the kitchen then, dad looking to his youngest child. “Kyle, did you wish your brother and sister a happy birthday?”
Kyle gave him a blank look. “They’re twenty-one, still lives with their parents, and wears an apron for a living. There’s no happy in that birthday, dad.”
I scowled, tossing a cocoa pebble at him. “Gee thanks, brat.”
“Don’t tease your brother and sister, Kyle.” Mom scolded, giving me a sad smile. Seriously, what is her problem today?
I munched on my cereal, glancing at Sam. He was staring, transfixed, at the television – it was a news report of a home fire that killed a family of four. Damn, that sucks. Wait, is that… screaming? Why would they include screaming in a news broadcast? It’s so loud!
Smack.
My eyes shot over to Sam who had just gotten slapped in the back of the head by Kyle. The screaming was gone, but I couldn’t shake off the eerie feeling I had lingering in the back of my mind. Sam sent me an annoyed look before turning to Kyle, who was digging around in the fridge.
“Hey, uh, was that an envelope from Stanford I saw yesterday?”
Kyle tensed up as dad quickly turned to him, “You heard from Stanford?”
Why is mom staring at us like that? It’s like she thinks she’s never going to see us again. I mean, come on, it’s not like we have anywhere else to go. We’re suddenly going to just fly the coop – that shit takes a lot of money!
Kyle squared his jaw. “It was… a rejection letter.”
“Oooh,” Sam pulled a face, clearly happy about shifting the attention off of himself.
“Kyle, how is that possible?” Dad questioned, disappointment in his tone.
“Sam and Alex didn’t even go to college!” He cried indignantly, trying to shift the attention back.
Mom, who still hadn’t stopped staring at us as if we were going to vanish from in front of her eyes, quickly snapped back at him. “Yes, they did, Kyle.”
“For a month!”
“Excuse you,” I scowled through a mouthful of cereal. “I made it a month and a half, thank you very much!”
Sam scoffed. “Showoff.”
“We’re very proud of them for trying, it’s just that… college made them sleepy.” She replied just as the kitchen door opened.
Sock, Sam’s best friend, came waltzing into the kitchen like he owned the place. “Morning, Mrs. O, Mr. O.” He threw his arms around Sam, pressing a wet kiss to the boy’s cheek that made me cringe. “Birthday boy!”
He tried to grab me but I held the spoon out at him, smacking his hand each time he tried. “You kiss me and I will skin you and put you in the living room as a rug!”
The threat meant nothing to him as he threw his arms around me, crushing me to his bear-like body. “Birthday girl!” Thankfully, he didn’t try to kiss me. He sat down beside Sam, accepting the bowl I handed him. “Hey, Kyle, guess what? Don’t sweat Stanford, man. Heard it’s only the, uhh…” He held up four fingers. “Fourth best university in the U.S. Is that right?”
“You suck!” Kyle cried before turning on his heel and storming out of the kitchen, much to Sam’s delight.
“Hey, no shame in community college, K-Fed!” Sock called after him. “I almost went.”
I snorted, setting the empty bowl into the sink.
Dad clapped his hands and looked at the two. “So, big birthday plans, boys?”
“Nah, nothin’ too crazy.” Sam admitted with a mouthful of cereal.
“Oh, come on, Sam.” Dad responded, trying to express himself with his hands. “You’ve got to get out there and… cut loose! You’re only this age once, come on.”
“Dad, please.” I groaned, resisting the urge to smack my head against the counter.
“What? Am I wrong?”
“I like your thinking, dad!” Sock dropped the spoon so he could point at the older man. I just knew he was about to say something really fucking stupid. “I say we all get into the car, go get some smack, kill a hooker in Vegas.”
Mom’s face suddenly scrunched up, tears filling her eyes. With a muffled noise, she quickly turned and speed walked from the room, surprising the three of us.
Sock started to freak out, thinking he had offended her, which he probably did. “I-I-I mean, I meant patronize a hooker in Vegas! I would never kill a hooker in Vegas!” He lowered his voice, turning to his best friend for support. “I would never kill a hooker.”
I exchanged a look with Sam.
“Dad, what the hell is going on?”
“For real, dad, what’s up with mom?”
“Uh, uh…” He forced a smile, looking between the two of us. “Nothing, nothing! Um, Y-You just both have a great day, Sam, Alex. A great day!” And then he rushed out of the kitchen after his wife.
“What was that?” Sam questioned, looking between Sock and I.
I shrugged. “PMS, maybe?”
His nose scrunched up. “Gross.”
Sock looked at Sam before looking at the door they had just exited through, chewing loudly on his rice krispies. “Do you think they still do it?”
“But I’m the gross one?” I scowled.
“Yeah, they still do it.” Sock smirked, dodging the paper towel ball I threw at his head.
After dumb and dumber finished eating, we headed outside to Sam’s soccer-mom station wagon. For a moment, Sock and I paused just outside the house, staring at each other before taking off, shoving each other as we made a dash for the front seat, slamming into the side of the car at the same time.
“You got to sit up front last time!” I cried, trying to smack his hands off the door handle.
“Because I’m taller than you, shrimp.” He mocked me by putting his hand above my head.
“That has nothing to do with this!”
“It has everything to do with this!”
“It’s my birthday!”
“I wished you a happy birthday already!”
“Guys!” Sam said with a sigh of irritation. “Just play rock-paper-scissors.”
Sock nodded his head, sending him a wolfish grin. “You were always the smart twin.”
“What the hell am I? Chop liver?”
“No.” His hands found my shoulders and he sent me a serious look. “Don’t sell yourself short, Alex. You’re much better than chop liver. Like… a pickle!”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Now, let’s play!” He held out his hand, resting his fist against his palm and I mirrored the action. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
He showed rock and I showed paper.
“Yes!” I reached for the handle but he smacked my hand away, wagging his finger in my face.
“Nuh-uh! Best two of three, sister.”
“Oh, come on!” I glanced at my twin, but he was already settled in the driver’s seat, paying no attention to us as he fiddled with the air conditioning. “Fine! Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
He chose scissors and I chose paper.
Damn, it’s 1-1.
He smirked, tilting his body from side to side. “Can you handle the pressure, Oliver?”
“Of course I can, Wysocki.” I scowled, clenching my hand just a little bit tighter. I did not want to sit in the backseat again. It was always damp and smelled like moldy french fries. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
He chose rock again and I chose scissors.
Shit.
“Ha, suck it loser!” Sock laughed, pulling open the passenger door before settling inside, the car shaking from the force he used.
With a groan, I begrudgingly opened the back door, scowling at the mess of fast food wrappers that littered the floor. First, mom acts all weird and now I have to sit in the back seat of this god-forsaken vehicle. Something tells me today is not going to go as well as dad hoped it would.
“Let’s roll!” Sock jabbed at the radio, cranking up the early morning rock station as Sam pulled away from the curb.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I shifted so I could pull it out, smiling at the text from Ben.
• ‘If Sock gives you too much hell, let me know.’
• ‘I’ll beat him up for you ;P’
A chuckle bubbled in my throat, unheard over the loud screeching of the guitar solo blasting throughout the car. It was both funny and precious because Ben wasn’t a violent man and, even if he wanted to be, he wasn’t very strong, so the thought that he would try to take down the bear-like Sock was quite an amusing image. I doubted he actually would try to, but it was the thought that counted.
Sam (from Reaper) is bisexual, Sock is pan, Ben bisexual, Andi jokingly called herself heteroflexible once at a party but it stuck and it's true because for the right girl she would go there, the Devil can change xe's gender and can find attractive qualities in anyone under the right circumstances.
