Chapter Three / Garen Has A Sexy Body

Cadyn

“Fuck off Janet, I don’t want to hear it!” I yelled at the girl standing confidently in front of me, hands on her hips and rolling her green eyes at me like I was some child who needed reprimanding.

“Okay, look Cadyn, I’m sorry okay?” Janet huffed, glaring at me.

“What even possessed you to think up such a dare?! Huh?! And you don’t sound very sorry to me!” I shot back, folding my arms petulantly and slumping down lower on the bench, my eyes staring at the entrance/exit of the shopping centre. So close to escaping...

“U-uh, no-no one?”

“Well, there’s Kenny in the back and our manager.” The guy sounded very amused saying this, reaching behind him to grab a cloth and then swipe it over the counter surface. I could feel my throat going very dry as I realized the evilness of this dare.

“There aren’t any...any...u-uh, g-girls...here?” I tripped and fell over my words. My face was going red, bright red and I could feel them burning like eggs on a frying pan.

“Well, there is but she’s on a break and sorry to inform you buddy but she’s a lesbian. And has a girlfriend too.” The Shake It Up Shoppe guy looked at me sympathetically however, I could tell he found this all very funny because that silly smirk was still on his stupidly handsome face.

“Right. W-well uh...then can-can I have the...v-vanilla, wait, no! I mean uh, d-double chocolate m-milkshake with l-lots o-of w-whipped cream?” I stuttered, feeling my cheeks heat up even more if that was at all possible. I was surprised that they hadn’t already exploded.

Flirt, Jan’s voice whispered in my head and I growled. Fuck her, like they’ll know if I did the dare or not. Sneaking a quick peek behind me as the server went to get my order, sneaking sideway glances at me with a little smile on his lips (oh, fuck you) I saw that all three of them were standing in the middle of the food court, looking around. Hah, I guess they must’ve lost their seats when they attempted to get closer to me to see me do my dare. Well, fuck me if I’m going to do this stupid dare. Jeez, like they’ll know any way that I flirted with a guy or not...wait a minute.

Oh shit.

“Um, are you alright?” I was jolted out of sudden dawning realization and looked straight up into the very, very, very blue eyes of the server as he handed over the milkshake. I just looked at him blankly until he pointedly looked down at my hands which were even whiter than normal as they clutched desperately at the counter, my nails digging into the plastic. I tore them off as if it had suddenly burnt me.

“U-um y-yeah...I-yeah, fine.” I stumbled over again, cursing my stupid tongue and its lazy ability to speak like a normal person. Swiping the shake off the counter, I made to hurry back to Garen and our friends with the shake in hand and a story ready to tell about how I flirted my butt off with this...server. Or, since they didn’t see...I could pretend I did it with a girl but only for a second...yeah! Because then she had to go and...yeah! Perfect. However, before I could so much as do a full three-sixty-degree turn, I was stopped by none other than the handsome server.

“Look, hang on a second. Just come back.” He gestured to me and though my mind was screaming at me to get out, I could feel my feet automatically pointing in his direction, feel my soles lifting and my heels connecting with the floor as I squeaked my way over to him in my classic, black Converse. I wordlessly looked at him. But instead of saying anything, he merely grabbed a pad of paper, a pen and scribbled something down. Crumpling it up, he pressed it into my hand with a knowing smile and wink before turning around and going into the backroom, never glancing back at me. Confused and dazed, I realized they must have seen something and were sure to question me about it. I quickly stuffed the paper into the front pocket of my baggy blue jeans before making my way over to where they sat, careful not to spill it. I nearly felt like running away at the black glare Jan gave me until I remembered just exactly what she had done. So, when Garen flicked her (something I was grateful for), I set the drink down and slid into my seat, careful not to suddenly burst out in front of all these people and, god forbid, Garen too. However when Jason started applauding me and Garen began his usual remarks I just got severely pissed off and embarrassed even if I didn’t do the dare properly. To think of such a dare...and especially since the person I’m in love with is a boy and also my friggin’ brother, just seemed to make it worse. What if they had found out...what if...oh my god, what if Garen found out? I would be exiled. I would be ridiculed. I would be hated. What if Garen hated me? I couldn’t take their stupid, suggestive comments so I did the first thing I told myself I wouldn’t do. I snapped at the two of them and then stood up, storming off. It’s all Jan’s fault! I was getting nearer to the exit and my escape when I felt someone forcibly pull me back and push me down onto a nearby bench...and I was so close too.

“Look Cadyn, I’m sorry. I just...I don’t know what I was thinking. But it was a fucking dare! So grow up and get over it!” Jan shouted the last bit and I just rolled my eyes, scoffing at her.

“You think I’m immature? Please, you dress up in all this crap and god knows what else. You make up stupid dares such as the time you dared Jason to ask one of the prettiest girls in school out on a date...with chocolate sauce on his face. Now, you’re getting pissed at me for what? No reason at all!”

“There is a reason! You’re pissed at me!”

“Oh look, who’s being immature; surprise, surprise.” I rolled my eyes, remarking sarcastically and then standing up to make my way over to the entrance however, I was pushed back down onto the bench by Jan’s strong hand. We were frozen in this position. I could feel Jan’s eyes on me as well as her hand, my eyes turned towards the exit and my butt perched lightly on the bench as if getting ready to get up (which was what I was doing before I was so rudely stopped). After a while,I heard Jan’s audible intake of breath followed by a tired sigh. The bench creaked as she sat down.

“Look Cadyn, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking but...I don’t know. I guess it was just meant to be fun?” Jan’s voice changed, more soft and quiet with a slight bit of hesitation towards the end. I didn’t let this rare behaviour of hers faze me.

“Damn straight you weren’t. And what are you talking about? Fun? Fun?! Is that what we were having?!” I could feel my insides boiling angrily. How could she?! How could she?! What if, what if...what if they’d all found out? Garen...? What would my brother do to me? I gulped down a large chunk of air, trying to calm down and resist the urge to retch onto the floor in front of a hundred pairs of eyes or so. What if...

“Whoa, Cadyn, darling, calm down!” Jan’s voice suddenly resonated in my ear and I slipped my eyes shut, not wanting to see the spinning floor or the bright, bright lights – fuck, why are they so bright? “Cadyn...” I felt a soothing hand on my back and I leaned forward, my arms crossed and grasping my stomach. Ohmygod, ohmygod,ohmygod...Garen. What if he’d found out? Ohmygod. Would he hate me? What if he found out that...I...that I...don’t exactly...what if...what if he...well, found out that I don’t...I’m not a ladies’ man like him? What if...oh holy shit, what if he found out about my...strange infatuation? Oh...

“Whoa, snap out of it! Don’t you go all drama queen on me for god’s sake, Cadyn!” I felt my body rocking and opened my eyes to stare into annoyed, green ones. The rocking in my body stopped and it took me a while to realize it was just Jan shaking me to get myself back into working order.

“Cadyn, it was just a joke. Why are you taking it so personally? I said I was sorry and I didn’t know how you’d react. I just thought it’d be...you know fun. And besides, you never do this kind of stuff so why not take the chance?” Jan shrugged her shoulders, being very blunt with her explanation. I couldn’t help the smile that grew across my lips. In spite of everything she does and her crazily wild attitudes that nearly give me a heart attack each time (I swear, she refuses to let me see the light of day until I’m twenty-one...and even then she’d probably still be all over me), I will always love Jan and I always forgive her eventually. Even she knows that.

By now, I was starting to feel a little guilty though and possibly embarrassed. I mean...it was a dare so why would they suspect anything? If anything, it was this...block out, attack, whatever you call it, that would give them reason to suspect. So...gah. Garen was always telling me to calm the fuck down and saying I’d have a coronary before I even reached my eighteenth birthday (Jan and a possible coronary...wow, I’m going to die young. That is not a happy thought.)...and I guess I shouldn’t have shouted like that in her face when she was apologizing and trying to be sincere about it (she apparently finds it difficult to be sincere to other people, lord knows why. Maybe it’s because of her parents who really are the hippies that Jan’s name sounds like. Honest, her mom’s favourite things to do are tie-dye and make dream catchers whereas her dad is more into the meditation thing. He says it helps him after a stressful day at work but we all know that he just loves the aromatic therapeutic scents like vanilla, lavender and white musk.)

I glanced sideways at Jan who was busy drumming her fingers on her knee, gazing calmly around the shopping centre. Oh wait, scratch that, she was busy ogling the jock-like guy who’d just sauntered past. And jock-like guy was ogling back...kind of. It’s hard to ogle someone when you’re walking away from them and have to look over your shoulder because not only does your neck begin to hurt for a while but it’s also blatantly obvious and you usually make a fool out of yourself because you normally end up like...that.

Jan and I just leaned forward stared at the sprawled guy on the floor who was now groaning and rolling his head around, the other person squeaking like a chipmunk in hyper mode. It was getting annoying and I felt the urge to run over there and slap the fourteen-year-old girl who looked scarily anorexic. It’s true...I mean...holy hell, I swear that is a rib poking out from under her orange halter neck top. Which brings me to another point, who the fuck wears orange?

Either way, Chipmunk McSqueaky over there was still squealing, her bony hands flapping all over the guy as he tried to get up, batting away her hands. Bat anymore harder and I was afraid they’d just snap off. The guy was shaking his head, trying to refuse her help and I could see the tips of his ears turning a bright red. As he got up, he carefully brushed his khaki shorts, bending so Jan and I got a great view of his ass. Respectfully, I looked away, my eyes drawn instead towards the fourteen-year-old girl who was now crowded by all of her friends as they clamoured that she was not ‘fat’ and that her ‘fattiness did not knock over that guy’. She looked upset and disbelieving. I thank the lord that Casey (my own fourteen-year-old sister) isn’t like that. I only realized a second later that Jan continued to stare quite blatantly at his ass and I smacked her arm, which in turn, earned me a cuff around the ear. As I rubbed at the now reddening tip, I saw the guy’s head swivel towards us, his cheeks flushing cutely as he caught Jan staring at him. She didn’t even make a move to pretend like she wasn’t, just continued to be blatant about it. Then, she must’ve done something or whatever because the guy’s eyes widened and then he blushed harder and scurried off like a mouse escaping from the jaws of a cat.

“What did you say to him?” I demanded from her, her green eyes twinkling merrily as she turned to face me.

“Just a little something, something that’s for me to know and you to find out.” She told me enigmatically, a sly smile forming on her lips.

I think I should be scared.

We fell silent, my shooting tiny sideway glances at my best friend, the glances becoming more frequent as a large grin slipped over her face and she started whistling cheerfully. I wish I could whistle. But I can’t. Damn her and her whistling ability of super power ninja-ness.

“So Cadyn, why don’t you tell me about that dare of yours...?”

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“Enter.” I replied distractedly to the quadruplet knock on my bedroom door, my eyes scanning the English creative writing assignment in front of me. I frowned, my eyebrows drawing together as I laid the paper down onto the desk and bent over it, my black pen flashing in the air as I began to edit it. Of course, I forgot that when living in a household with Garen Hancroft (especially when said human being is your twin brother), you are to be careful and always suspicious of his coming-ins and outs of your room.

Needless to say, I am now lying on the floor and cursing Garen and his gorgeous charm as he starts to dance around in my room. No, this is not a usual, day-by-day occurrence.

“Garen...what the fuck are you doing?” I asked him from my position on the floor, not even bothering to get up because undoubtedly, I would probably get knocked down by his stupid flailing arms and his left feet. Now, if there’s one thing my twin brother can’t do, it has got to be dance. Well, I mean, he can do the whole...grinding...thing but that’s all. He can’t do anything else, a total left foot that boy is and adorably so too because Garen can pull off anything, his charm more than makes up for his ability to not dance. Besides, it’s not like he needs to know anything else anyway, even talking to girls or saying ‘hi’ is enough for them to jump into the sack with him...fucking whores and their...whorish ways, getting into bed with my Garen, my love.

“Whoa, Cadyn. Snap out of it.” Garen’s now lying down on the floor beside me (I got knocked to the ground when Garen turned up my stereo really loud, therefore scaring me out of the next ten years of my life. Fuck, I am going to die young.)

“Huh?” I shook my head, my heart zinging and jumping as he levelled those beautifully stormy gray eyes with my dull gray ones, that omnipresent flicker of mischief reflecting and capturing me. I could stare into my twin’s eyes all day. They’re so beautiful, no, he’s just so beautiful. His eyes always hold that cheeky glint that makes me shiver, coupled with a certain kind softness that makes me fantasize and just pretend for one tiny second that he loves me back and that that softness is directed at me and me alone – our own private little bubble. I admired his long, thick lashes that delicately framed his eyes, lashes that dust gently along his soft cheek and draw me in everytime. Grasping my right hand tightly with my left, I 

ordered it not to rise up and to resist the urge to caress my twin, to run my fingers lightly along his cheek and allow my hand to travel up and grasp his hair, my hand slipping through his raven locks...

I batted my twin’s hand away as he poked me in the nose a couple of times, sputtering out, “what was that for?” in between giggles and focusing on trying not to stare at Garen who was grinning wickedly at me.

“You were staring.”

“...”

“It’s true.”

“I was not.”

“Yeah, you were. Haha, it’s okay Cadyn though, I know how much you envy this sexy body of mine.” He winked at me, running a hand down his chest.

My breath hitched as I followed the downward movement. Oh yeah, I’m totally green with envy, envying those girls who are attracted to your sexy body and get to be close to you without fearing rejection, hatred and disgust...thankfully, I tore my eyes away before I could get into this anymore deeper and accidentally reveal my attraction. Instead I just rolled them at my older twin.

“Yeah, you wish.” I snorted.

“Oh, you’ve done it now baby brother!” Garen suddenly yelled; his grin widening as before I knew it, he threw a leg over my body, straddling my hips and five seconds later, we were wrestling on the ground.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Whatever you do...please for the love of god don’t do that! My mind screamed out at me and I struggled to get him off (no, not in that way...! Please, I wish.) before he could notice anything going on...you know, down there. Where it feels like he’s grinding into me...oh thank god, he’s just lifted himself up and is now forcing all his weight on my arms...hey, no fair!

I struggled to balance the weight but since I was born as the twiggy twin, there wasn’t much I could do. That and the fact that I have an extremely gorgeous muscled guy right above me, a guy that I love for fuck’s sake and whose tendons in the arm I can now see that’s getting me all bothered...

“Admit it! Admit that you want my body, that you’re jealous! Admit it!” he smirked at me.

“Nooo, never!” I responded before delving into giggles as Garen suddenly let go of my hands and went straight for my sides, his fingers gently caressing but with fierce determination as he tickled me mercilessly.

“Say it!”

“G-g...”

“Say it!”

“Ahahahaha, G-ga-r-ren...haha!”

“Come on baby bro!”

“O-okay! G-garen h-haaha, has the – haha, sexiest body in the w-world a-and I - haha! am j-jealous!” I let out before squealing and trying to kick him off. I’m sure we must’ve made the strangest looking scene. I wouldn’t be surprised if mom came thundering up the stairs, flour on her face and in her hair, wielding a scary looking whisk. Thankfully though, no one came and Garen and I spent the last few minutes laughing and panting on the floor like we’d just come out of a race. Or rather, I was panting, Garen was more laughing at me. The sexy bastard.

After we’d calmed down, we lay there in total silence, my stereo still blasting out radio music...but I’m not sure what song it was.

Making a last feeble attempt at trying to gain back my pride and dignity, I made to swipe at his head with my hand but he caught my wrist, his gaze pinning me to the floor as he sent me this absolutely sexy, smouldering and sly smile. I think I might have whimpered.

“Nuh-uh-uh...” he said slowly, his head shaking as his eyes continued to gaze into mine. Then, just as suddenly as he’d reacted, he dropped my wrist as if I’d burnt him and let out a shaky chuckle before flopping down on the ground, one hand on his head and his eyes slipping closed. I turned my head, my eyes tracing along his jaw line, struggling to resist the urge to press soft butterfly kisses all along it.

Weakly laughing, Garen turned his head back to me, a soft smile on those lovely lips of his. Just a little closer and I could just easily reveal my deepest, darkest secret; shatter my entire life in a mere nanosecond. But I don’t move closer. I don’t reveal my secret. My life is not shattered and I’m still Cadyn Hancroft, the younger twin of the Garen Hancroft, expert swimmer, the school’s official manwhore and most-likely-to-be-voted-prom-king.

“So, what did you want?” I managed to breathe out heavily, looking away from him because it hurts too much to see him, to want him and to never have him.

“Who said I wanted anything?” Garen sounds taken aback but I know he’s faking the genuineness of it.

“Please, the only time you come into my room and start acting like such a goofball to try and soften me up even though I usually give in anyway means that you want something. Now what is it?” I rolled my eyes at him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. It’s true though. And of course, I always give in because...because it’s Garen. And it’s the least I could do, after all that he’s done for me. Been there for me, talked to me...he’s my best friend and so much more. And even though it hurts that he’ll never know how much more he means to me, I would rather it would stay that way than him finding out and then having to live the rest of my life in rejection and constant looks of disgust and glares of hatred.

“Well, what am I wasting my time for again?” Garen proclaims as if in shock and I grabbed a pillow off my bed and hit him over the head with it. He just laughed, batting away the pillow. “Okay, okay. Well, you know how next week...you know that...well it’s our birthday right?”

“No Garen, I had no idea that it was our birthday! I had absolutely no friggin’ clue because it is not circled on my calendar and I don’t count dates. Oh my gosh, how could I have ever forgotten?! Oh please, forgive me!” I proclaimed sarcastically to him. Garen grabbed the pillow and hit me over the head, snorting with laughter.

“Hey!” I pouted at him, sticking out my bottom lip.

“Oh quit the ‘kicked puppy’ look. You look constipated.” He burst out laughing and I just rolled my eyes.

“Whatever, you’re just jealous.” I smirked.

“Do you want to start this again oh dearest baby brother of mine?”

“No sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” He said to me sternly before chuckling and shaking his head, muttering something to himself that was inaudible to me.

“Whatever. So tell me! What is it?”

“Well...you know how we usually just have...a kind of quiet thing right?”

I nodded. Usually, our birthdays consisted of Jan, Jacob, Garen and I and we’d usually just go out somewhere...nothing really remarkable because I absolutely hate large parties. I don’t know why but the surging crowds and thick smells and loud, loud noise...I just end up getting claustrophobic and end up going home early. I can’t stand big crowds with so many things going on around you, I really, really can’t. Everything distorts and I start to panic, especially when I’m alone. It’s like everything closes in on me...Garen knows that but he never goes out to big parties or clubs when it’s our day and he always tells me that since we were born twins, it would be a waste of a birthday if we didn’t spend it together like we must have obviously been meant to do seeing as we were born on the same day and from the same mother.

Last time, they all tried to drag me to a party. It was a small one and it was just a couple of blocks away from the house. I refused of course, being too nervous but in the end, it was Garen’s puppy dog face that got me out. They convinced me it was going to be okay...but it wasn’t. As we arrived, I could hear the retching sounds and see the rolling bodies on the grass, my mind screaming alarm bells to just get out of there. Jan just tugged me in however, Garen bringing up the rear with...her. Her, the perfect one just simpering sweetly on his arm and giggling. The girl I could feel staring at me, her gaze cold as she calculated just how worthless I am.

We went in, my discomfort going by unnoticed by all and as I was hit by the loud noise and the sweaty odour, I immediately started to panic. I tried to breathe but I felt like I was suffocating. I tried to follow Jan but she dropped my hand and when I couldn’t locate her again, I glanced behind me to see nothing but strangers, all dancing, laughing and judging me from over their red plastic cups. Spinning on my heel, I took a step towards where the booming music was, wincing as my eardrums were blasted by the crappy sound of someone screaming out crude words that you were apparently meant to ‘grind’ to and put you in the mood for...well, other related activities.

However, a couple of steps in and I felt like retching right onto the floor, everything fading and the image in front of me slowing down into a slow motion, like a scene being played out from a movie. Garen and...Lena. One of his arms was low on her hips and her hands were tangled in his hair. They were grinding, I could tell because it was in slow motion, and everything was in a crystal clear clarity. His other hand had wound itself around her right leg which she had lifted up the ground to wrap around his waist. I could see her press tight into him and even though I couldn’t see his reaction, I could imagine it well enough. I watched in shocked horror as her hand slipped down, caressing behind his ear and trailing down his neck, her French-manicured fingernails gently scraping down his swimmer abs (perfect abs that I should know about since I always see them around the house when he comes out of the shower or at swim practice when I stay behind after school) and resting gently on his stomach. I felt a stabbing pang in my heart which increased as I watched their tongues dance, lips meeting and I wished, I wished so fucking hard that it was me. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be Lena Castor. I wanted to be the one who ground into my twin; I wanted to be the one who kissed him so passionately, the one he loved. But I’m not.

And so, I did the first thing I could do. I turned around and ran past all those staring, calculating eyes, their imagined voices ringing in my mind that I was disgusting, that I was stupid and that even if I wasn’t the twin brother of Garen Hancroft, he wouldn’t take one second to glance at the adoring faggot in the corner. I ran all the way home, fighting tears and feeling my throat close up. I let myself in, thankful that everyone else had gone out for dinner and then later to the ice cream shop around the corner since the kids had been begging for it for a long time. I raced up the stairs to my bedroom and threw myself down on the bed. It wasn’t until way later into the night (possibly early next morning even) that I felt a warm, hard body slip into my bed. I mumbled something unintelligible and I heard the soft ‘shush’-ing sounds being whispered into my ear along with something else that I didn’t quite get. However, I did hear him say, ‘you’re such a silly boy little brother’ and then arms came around me to hug me tight and I was pressed against a wall of smooth abs. I snuggled deeper, letting out a deep contented sigh before drifting back off into the land of unconsciousness.

“Right, well...um...I was wondering if we could...could we have a party?” Garen asked me, nervousness slipping into his voice. I raised an eyebrow, the last time Garen was nervous...well, I can’t remember, he barely ever gets nervous. He’s always so cool and confident and so assured of himself...

“Wait, what?” I finally allowed the words to sink in, my eyes widening at his words.

“It doesn’t have to be big or anything I swear but because it’s our sixteenth and I want –”

“No WAY. Nonono! We can’t have one Garen I mean –”

“And our parents are going to be out of town anyway and –”

“Garen, I am not going to let you, what if the house gets trashed and they come home early or –”

“Please, Cadyn, just think about it!” my eyes flew wide open as Garen grasped my arms his grip tight but not tight enough to leave marks, a soft kind of tight. I looked at Garen with my wide eyes and saw his own gray ones reflecting back at me, a warmth spreading through my whole body. Oh...close proximity to Garen equals a happy little camper Cadyn...oh shit. For the love of god, don’t look down, I pleaded to the gods above (you know if there are any...and even if they were I’m not so sure they’d be helping me because I’m sinning...big time down here) and discreetly tried to cross my legs so Garen wouldn’t notice. “We don’t have to but...think about it. At least think about it? I’ll make sure you have a good time, Cadyn, I promise.”

I paused, thinking about it before slowly nodding my agreement and then being treated by the hugely dazzling smile of my twin brother.

“Just think about it and if you say yes...I promise you won’t regret it.” He grinned widely at me. I just nodded back again, looking away and biting my lip nervously. Oh what if, what if...

Of course I didn’t have time to ponder more about it because Garen had tackled me and was now tickling me playfully. And I didn’t mind. In fact, I never do.

A/N:

Siiigh, I'm absolutely terrible, I know.
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