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Rachel
“Andy I’m gonna kill you!” I shouted, looking at my neatly packed case all messy now.
“Ok, wherever is my diary now? Damn! I am SO gonna KILL this boy!”
There’s just one thing on my mind- twin brothers are such a pain! He’s what, 16 now? And he still goes all kiddy around me! I rushed into the living room. He was twirling my diary around his index finger, with an evil grin on his face. Idiot! I raced after him but well he was way too quick! I plopped onto the couch, panting. Well, its just one of the tricks to get him near enough for me to get hold of him...or make him think that I give up. Yeah right! Its my diary for heaven's sake!
“C’mon Rach, you can't give up that easy,” he said looking back, ”you’re my li'l sister.”
“I’m not 'little', Andy ’re twins remember? ” I glared.
“Nuh uh Rach, I’m 2 minutes 23 seconds older which makes you 2 minutes 23 seconds younger.” he said, grinning. I tried to get him, but damn his reflexes! I think they work like ten times as fast as his brain, which on second thoughts I don’t think he’s got in the first place.
“Duh uh! That so doesn’t count alright?”
“Hmm…well let me think about it..oh yeah it so does”
"It's twelve! I’m seven years old!” I was on my bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hazel eyes shining back at me.
“Happy b’day Rach!” I wished myself and rushed to the door to wish my twin brother.
“Happy b’day li'l sis!” said Andy as soon as I opened the door, almost bumping into him. “Happy b’day Andy!” I said, hugging him hard.
“Oh and by the way I'm not ‘li'l’ Andy Cleese!” I said with a grin, as we broke apart.
“Nuh uh Rach, I’m 2 minutes 23 seconds older which makes YOU 2 minutes 23 seconds younger.” he said, grinning wider than ever.
“Duh uh! That so doesn’t count alright?”
“Hmm...well let me think about it..oh yeah it so DOES”
“Whatever.” I muttered as I rolled my eyes and dragged him into my room, picked up the neatly wrapped present and gave it to my brother...twin actually. He opened it surprisingly patiently, to find a football. The soccer one. The American football was too violent.
“Thanks Rach!” he said and gave her a sideward hug and went back to the ball, dodging It around the furniture in my room like some pro…Whatever.
“NOW ME!”I demanded.
“You what?” he said, not even looking up at me but twirling the ball on his index finbger. Even though I was dying of curiosity and way too anxious to get my gift, I took a second to admire his balance and style .Gosh! How does he even do stuff like that!
“It's my b’day too Andy!” I said, getting back to what really mattered, hands on my hips. It was a sign that I was really really serious.
“Yeah I kinda know that by now Rach, I wished you happy b'day too remember?” he said,not even taking the hands on the hips thing seriously.
“ANDY!!!” I shouted.
“Uh huh?” he said coolly. If there was any feeling of accomplishment in getting me all red and angry, he didn’t show it. “You’ll wake mum and dad at this rate Rach,” he added.
“But Andy!” I said and sat down on the bed, glum.
I felt Andy sit behind me and then something soft brush my hand. I turned around to lay my eyes on the most adorable Pooh ever! Yeah, Winnie the Pooh. It fit into my arms perfectly! I hugged my twin after a squeal that totally woke up mum and dad who then came down to wish us. Andy looked back at me as he closed my door, winked and went "Sweet dreams."
Leave it to my twin to first make me go all pissed off at him and then make me smile again!
”You wish." I glared, racing after him. We went around the bed in the guest room like twelve times before I thought of getting him from OVER the bed. Damn the reflexes! I flicked a pillow at him. Yes!
“Oh, you asked for it my li'l sis." he said, stressing word way too much than I’d like. Now, he is so dead! Yayy! Pillow fight!
Wow! I’m actually good. I got him again. Wait..he didn't even bother to defend...that no! That grin! I’m dead! He got me once..twice…thrice…..
Ok RUN!!!
Gramma's neighbours will be in peace once again as soon as Andy and I leave. I didn't mention that, right? We're at our grandparents place for a few weeks for the summer break. Beverly Hills is such a beautiful place to holiday. Atleast that’s one thing Andy and I agree I guess. Ok wait, I think we agree on the love for music too...and that Kevin could crack you up in the weirdest of situations...and that gramma's cookies are the best in the entire world. Hey, I just realised we actually agree on more than one thing. Whatever.
I raced into mum and dad's room, figuring dad would come to my rescue.
“I’m out of here." he said, and gave way, letting Andy get to me and grinning with a knowing look. Whatever is it with dad now…can't he see that I'm gonna be killed any moment by my brother??… twin actually. Doesn’t make a difference though, he’s just as bothersome as any brother can get. Maybe more, on the contrary.
“Give up?” Andy said twisting my arms behind my back. Gosh! That hurts!
“Yeah whatever." I muttered.
“Yeah?" he said, tugging at my arms harder. Damn!
”Ok ok I give up!” I screamed.
“And I’m the best?” he asked, in glee.
“Yeah, I know I'm the best” I said, with an evil grin.
“Oh I see…” he said, tugging harder than ever.
“Yeah OK OK OK! YOU’RE the best. Now LET ME GOOOOO!!” I screamed louder than ever, then whined. Trust me it always worked…well almost always. He let me go and tossed my diary, patting my head like I was a puppy or something. I took it and sighed. Then I walked a little, scooped up his precious wallet that had fallen out while he had been chasing me around, and shouted “I’m the best! La la la la la la!” waving the wallet at him and ran for my life.
“Open up squirt!” I heard my twin yell outside my door.
“You wish!” I said with a satisfied grin and began to pack everything ALL OVER AGAIN. All thanks to my stupid, dumb, brainless brother!
I thought of everyone back home as I looked down at the picture of all of us taken at Ryan’s shed. The Shed, as we call it is where we hung out almost ALL the time. I can't wait to tell Mel all about Beverly Hills, crack up on Kevin’s stupid jokes and well…just see Ryan…Ryan Denver.
I was getting my stuff out of my locker for my French class when I gave a loud squeal as I felt a tickle at the sides. It sends a chill down my spine when someone does that! From the smell I knew so well, I figured it was Ryan. I can never make out what it was but it sure was delicious.
“RYAN DENVER! WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” I screamed at him outright, turning around to find him grinning. Whatever is it with guys and grins that mean what again? Clueless.
“Now that’s a good way to greet someone.” he said, giving me one of his well known ‘puppy dog eyes’. Now, I really can't blame the girls in school who’d go weak in the knees for that can I?
“Duh Ryan! You just tickled me! And you know that I go all weak when someone does that!”
“Does what?” he asked…Oh god! I know that look. “this?” he added, as he went for my waist again.
“RYAN!” and I did what my reflexes ask me to: RUN! Just my luck..hallways are empty. Ryan caught up in no time.
“Rya-n st-op! Plee-eeeeee-eee-eeeeeeeeeeee-eeeee-ee-eeeeeese” I said, my words drowned in the involuntary giggles and gasping for breath. He had me down. God, this boy’s got some biceps there.
“Please Ryan?” I pleaded giving him my bambi eyes.
“Awww! Don’t do THAT to me now!”
I grinned in victory. See? That always works too… well almost always. YES! Now it's my turn! This boy's gonna get it back now. I tried tickling him but it didn't work. All he did was give me the raised eyebrows look with eyes in utter glee.
“You’ll NEVER learn Rach…" he shook his head and got me down again.
“Ok ok ok Ryan, I’m sorry.”
He shook his head.
“Please??”
“Aww…no way”
“RYAN DENVER AND RACHEL CLEESE! WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” boomed Principal Ian’s voice right next to us. Crap! However did we end up right in front of Principal Ian’s office?
Principal Ian insisted that we call him by his first name. He reckons he’s pretty posh. Yeah, 42 years old, single, almost balding with a half shiny head and a big paunch. Wow! So Principal Ian! But apart from the fact that he thinks he’s in his twenties and is as hot as Brad Pitt, ( like that’s even possible for the hottest guys ever! Even John Stamos and Enrique or even Chris Pine are leagues away! ) he’s pretty okay.
“DETENTION…AFTER SCHOOL…A WHOLE WEEK” he said with a rigid face and walked away, not even waiting to hear our groans and apologies.
“Wow. Detention …the last week of school.” Ryan said, getting up and giving me a hand.
“Yeah, thanks a ton!” I muttered, fixing my hair using Principal Ian’s office glass as mirror.
“You’re welcome a ton.” he said, fixing his. Guys!
“Yo Ryan” said Andy, joining us from nowhere “Hey Rach…” he added.
“Hey Andy…sup?” he replied, still looking in the glass. Awesome! Like one of them wasn't enough to handle! It's so hard for these two to NOT get into trouble and because one’s my twin and the other his best friend, since ages, it's pretty hard for me to stay outta trouble too.
A group of girls passing by broke into giggles as they looked our way. They threw glances at us till they they turned left at the end of the hallway. Whatever is with them? These two were rambling about soccer and I couldn't get a word! I had to go anyway, I was late for French as usual.
“Bye guys!” I said and turned away as Ryan said “See you at detention Rach.”
“ Oh you guys got detention? Then come home with Ryan, Rach. I’ve gotta rush somewhere.”
I nodded and headed for French.
And now I have to doodle and scribble and listen to Mr. Stevenson snore as loud as… I dunno…a donkey? Okay wait donkeys bray right? Whatever…just plain LOUD. Ryan looked into my diary where I was scribbling down a verse.
I’ve got a Monday night, put aside.
And it's Saturday eve, I wanna drive.
O the leaves now that I gotta rake
And the mall I sure now gotta hit
Midnight calls and endless calls
And I go blab blab blab blab blab
The time flows by…
CHORUS
The clock goes tick tock and tick again…
I sing a happy song and smile at the sky
But there’s sure something missin
There’s sure sumthin missin
“Hmmm…lemme finish this for you.” he said, and started scribbling. Yeah we're hit by boredom down here… see what it does? Hmmm... twinkle twinkle little star… gosh! I’m starting to lose it.
“Here you go.” he said and pushed it back to me.
The cars, the chords
The midnight races…
The soccer field,
The shed, the comp n bed
Is where the time flows by
I look up at the clock
CHORUS
The clock goes tick tock and tick again
I sing a happy song adrenaline intact,
There’s sure somthing missin..
There’s sure sumthin missin
Is it what I know it is?
“What is it?” I asked, a little impressed. I didn't know Ryan Denver could scribble down verses.
“Nothing…” he said and got up to leave. Detention sure seemed to get over fast today.
“C’mon tell me what it is. What's missing?”
“Nothing Rach.”
“Pleassssssse?”
“No.”
“But-”
“RACH!”
“But-”
…………..
“Rach, we gotta leave sweetie.” Said Mum knocking on my door.
“Coming mum…” I replied and got back to quickly packing up my bag again.
Blow Andy! He made me do it like… I dunno I even lost track actually. Whatever it is I’m finally done. Even though I’ll miss Granma and Lucy, that’s the cook and the fishes Goldie and Stripe and the garden and Beverley Hills and everything down here, I really really cant wait to get back home. I miss everyone back home so much!
Mel, Kevin, Ryan, the shed…even ginger! And my room… and pooh! Its been ages since I’ve held it in my arms! And the mall… and my pink feathery pen that I’d left behind in a hurry … and all the pairs of shoes that these guys dint let me get…and…
Like i said before, Mel's chapters wil be written by Sneha and Rachel's by me. We wanted a change in the style for the two charachters are pretty much different.
Hope you like them! do R & R!!!
luv,
Shy...
