Zwillingsbruder

Chapter two; Jeremy

Today was just like any other Monday, ordinary, plain, and dreary. School had been such a drag, the teachers seemingly lecturing the student body for hours on end. The school sluts got into another fight in the lunch room, and the “jock-asses” were able to beat up 14 freshmen in one lunch period. It must be a new record for them. I’m so proud of those men, what an accomplishment. Surprisingly enough, my brother didn’t get in trouble today. He must’ve been a good boy. . . I’ll have to reward him in some way.

I sat in the passenger’s seat of our black Mercedes, trailing my fingers out of the open window, letting the wind flow through them as we drove home. I had my eyes closed, my feet tapping lightly to the beat of the song playing on the radio. I wasn’t quite sure what song was playing, but it sounded something like Panic! At The Disco. . . If there’s one thing my brother and I agree on, it’s that Panic! At The Disco is one of the best new bands out there.

As we pulled into our driveway I opened my eyes and growled. Our baby sister had the day off from school and apparently she chose to take out almost every form of entertainment into the front yard. We would have to pick up our sister’s mess before our parents got home and yelled at us for making a mess. At least our sister had gone to a friend’s house for the rest of the day. I sighed and opened the door, stepping out of the Mercedes and slamming it closed behind me in a huff of anger and frustration. The day was already bad enough.

My brother followed me out of the car, jogging over to me. “Hey, ‘Mya, why don’t you just go inside and make a sandwich or something. I’ll pick up our sister’s stuff,’ he said, already heading out onto the lawn to pick up some of her crap.

I sighed and did as I was told, walking solemnly into the house. Our house wasn’t that big. Enough room for us to live comfortably, but that was about it. I walked into our tiny beige kitchen, trailing a hand across the countertop until I reached the pantry that contained the peanut butter. I love peanut butter. . . I opened the pantry and took out the jar of peanut butter, and then I looked around for the bread. After finding it, I fished around in our silverware drawer for a knife, and out of another cabinet came a plate. I took two pieces of bread out, and then put the rest of the bread away. I placed the two pieces on the plate, and began spreading peanut butter onto the two.

From the kitchen, I could hear Matthew walking in, and falling onto the couch. The TV was turned on to some random channel, most likely MTV. I sighed as I finished making the sandwich. With the knife I used to spread the peanut butter, I cut the sandwich in half.

As I walked into the living room where the TV was, I couldn’t help chuckling slightly. It was so weird to see my brother sprawled on the couch with his eyes closed. I placed the plate with the sandwich on the glass coffee table situated in between the couch and the TV. I sat in between Matthew’s legs and tapped him lightly, and once he opened his eyes, I gave him one half of the sandwich. I took the other half and started to eat. I stared at the TV blankly. I wasn’t really paying attention to what crap was on it.

We ate in relative silence, the TV on low. When both of us were finished with our half of the sandwich, I started to get up, grabbing the plate. But apparently I wasn’t allowed to get up. Matthew wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me back down so that I was sitting with him again.

“What was that for?” I asked, slightly annoyed that he wouldn’t let me go.

“Just leave it. You can put the dish away later,” he said. I let out an indignant sigh, relaxing a little in his arms. “What’s wrong Mommy? Had a bad day?” he asked, resting his chin on the top of my head. I just nodded.

“Something of the sort,” I said quietly, closing my eyes and snuggling up against him. He just nodded and closed his eyes as well. It was nice. . .

A/N: Okay. Sooo this is the second chapter of my story. I’m excited! I’m actually dedicating this to red-headed psychopaths wanted, who was so nice and said the story was awesome. Thanks so much!

Now, time to explain some of the nicknames encountered in this chapter.

1.) “‘Mya” (pronounced “Mee-uh”) - I thought that Jeremy was the feminine character in the story. I really liked the nickname “’My” (pronounced “Mee”) was cute of Jeremy. Since I know that siblings pick on each other, I thought it was inevitable that Matthew would give Jeremy some girly nickname that’d end up driving Jeremy insane. So, ‘Mya formed. I like it.

2.) “Mommy” – this all has to do with Jeremy’s and Matthew’s past. Which, I have a feeling the next chapter will tell you more about it. When the two were younger they used to play house. Yes, that’s more of a girly thing, but I don’t really care. Matthew would take his father’s tie, and jacket and pretend to be the Dad, because I think that’d be adorable. Some of their other friends would be the Children, or the Dog, or whatever other characters they needed for House. Since, even when they were little, Jeremy was always the girly one, he always wanted to be the Mom. So everyone that’s really close to the two boys knows Jeremy as either ‘My, or Mommy. Matthew uses the nickname “Mommy” a lot, because that’s just the sort of person he is. He loves thinking about the past and remembering all that’s happened.

So, so far, these are the nicknames that have come up in the story. I’ll explain any more names as the story progresses.