alone with the creeps

I walked home from the buss stop. I slung my bag in the corner next to the door, ignoring my little brother and sister running around the house, and heading in the direction of the kitchen. I felt something hit my back, I jolted forward, and fell to my hands and knees. I scrambled to my feet, Simone had been pushed by Simon and then flung against me. I looked him straight in the eye and sighed in frustration, Simon just stared back with a creepy little smirk playing in the right corner of his lips. I held up my hands in surrender and they ran upstairs, hand in hand. This was pretty much every day stuff, getting greet by my creepy little brother and sister. I sighed and walked to the kitchen to make myself some lunch. There was a post it on the cabinet door.
Erin,
Look after the twins while your father and I are at the divorce lawyer,
make dinner if you need to.
Love mum. J x

                I sighed, great… Take care of the twins… the post it made it sound easier than it was… And what was up with that smiley ?  Twins, divorce lawyer , make dinner and smiley... it was just mismatched…  You had to admire my mother for finding the will to even bother jotting a smiley down, most mothers wouldn’t have bothered… actually most mothers would have drawn  an insane face by now… On second thoughts, most mothers wouldn’t have bothered drawing a smiley and would have been wearing an insane face by now. After making my sandwich I sat down at the computer and started it up.

  As the ancient dinosaur buzzed and did it’s very best to start up I caught myself thinking about my parent’s divorce. It was rather simple really, my father was a butthole who wanted to move the family out to some weird place I hadn’t bothered to l earn the name of seeming it was cold there. And my mum was of course, same as me having none of it. Which ended in a fight.. and my father mysteriously disappearing for a number of days.  To this day we have no idea where he went. I don’t think any of us really cared… Anyway the point being he left. When he did get back however, I had been asleep, it was late at night and of course… I was cursed with being the only light sleeper in the house, he had slammed the door shut behind him, which had woken me up. I had climbed down the stairs and gone into the living room to then find him searching the kitchen for food. “Hey, drama queen.” I had said, and when he looked up I added. “Some of us practice the art of sleeping around here. You want a dramatic welcome home, don’t come home in the dead of night.”   And with that I had climbed back upstairs and into my bed.  

Since that night my father and I didn’t speak much… I suppose it was the tone in my voice, or just the plain fact that I had dared to speak to him like that instead of apologizing for taking my mother’s side in the cold country argument.  I was snapped back to what I was doing when Simone and Simon came downstairs to complain that they were hungry… which was nothing out of the ordinary, Simon and Simone ate a lot for such skinny little, bulgy black eyed Satans. I wondered where it all went… they must have been doing something with it. Maybe they were just getting everybody to make them all this food as some sort of sick time wasting joke…

“Erin, we’re hungry.”  They moaned in unison.
“You know you can make your own sandwiches.”  I told them, unwilling to get up.
“But that.” Simon began.
“Would mean.” Simone went on.
“Getting ours asses in gear and doing something.”  They both finished.
“Okay, okay.” I said, getting up and heading for the kitchen. “Just please stop finishing each other’s sentences, it’s still creepy.”  

                The twins looked at each other with expressionless faces and shrugged. It sent shivers down my spine. They were just so creepy, they always hung around together, I can’t say I remember them ever even having a disagreement  or even a difference of opinion. They were the kind of twins you imagine falling in love and never parting… honestly, they were just Simon and Simone though… my very weird, creepy little brother and sister…

                I shoved two cheese sandwiches and a bowl of crisps at them, they smiled and took the stuff.  Simone’s  shoulder long glossy black curls bounced on her back as she walked hand in hand with Simon into the living room… I went back to the computer, to discover that my sandwich had been eaten. I sighed and shoved the plate aside . I opened up my MSN and checked the online people. Only Quinn, Max and Jade were… I clicked on Quinn’s name and typed ad quick hey.

Quinnie says: Haii
Erin says: wuu2?
Quinnie says: not much, homework… well not homework… more like internet research u?
Erin says: nice… looking after the creeps… they ate my sammich L
Quinnie says:  :O… threaten them with hot wax!
Erin says: u seriously dont thing they would find a way to take it of me?
Quinnie says: Good point… :/
Quinnie says: So why ur parents dumpin them on u now?
Erin says: divorce lawyer.
Quinnie says: aha… sukz
Erin says: na its ok…
 Quinnie says: Anyhoot Er bear I gotta 2 go byeeee
Erin says: Oki byes byes   

          Quinnie has logged off.

                After that very short conversation with my best friend Quinn I found myself bored… So what else  would be more fitting than YouTube cats? I looked up the first and best video and watched the hilarious edits flash by on my screen, one video after another. It was addictive and two hours passed before I noticed Simon and Simone standing hand in hand in the doorway, they made me jump and my head set fell on the keyboard, spelling the word uijy in the search bar. I sighed and backspaced.

“What do you want?” I asked, the right corner on both of their mouths crept up slightly.
“Dinner.” They sang.
“How can you be hungry, you ate like two hours ago, plus you had my sandwich.” I said, but my own stomach betrayed me when I reminded it, it was empty  and a loud roar sounded from it. “Okay, okay,  fine I’ll make dinner.” I sighed.

                I clicked down my browser and by the time I looked up they had silently slipped away. I wondered how they did it as I walked to the kitchen to make them, and myself dinner. I pocked around in the cupboards, looking for ingredients for pasta. I found what I needed and got cooking, I was a terrible cook. The limits of my cooking skills were pasta, and I rarely succeeded at pasta. At times, I even burned soup…  it baffled my mother, so I was always surprised to find my mother leaving me a note saying to make dinner… mind you there was always the four word if you need to put behind it. So I supposed that was a subtle way of saying cook, but only if you’re dying of hunger.

                               I managed to cook dinner without burning down the house, I scooped up three plates and called thing one and two. They walked over hand in hand and took their plates. I followed them into the living room where they sat  cross legged on the ground by the coffee table and ate their pasta at a high speed rate, I sat on the sofa and turned the channel over to comedy central, where the family guy theme song was just starting, the twins shot me an irritated look that made me put the remote in the middle of the table and hand them control back. They looked at each other and as if they had telepathically discussed it Simon went back to eating and Simone reached for the remote and turn discovery channel back on.
“Okay are you guys like telepathic or something?” I asked… it kind of just flopped out. The twins looked at each other and chuckled a low creepy chuckle.
“What on.” Simone began.
“Earth would.” Simon went on.
“Ever make you think that?”  They finished.
“That would!”  I told them.
“No, Erin, just the idea.” Simone began.
“Would be so very mediocre.”  Simon finished.
“Oh, and you finishing each other’s sentences isn’t ?” I asked, which also kind of flopped out.

                The twins looked at each other and burst out laughing.  I was utterly confused… hadn’t I technically kind of insulted them?  I sighed and watched the twins laughter continue, I imagined what it would be like if Simone’s hair wouldn’t have been long, then I supposed that they would be identical…  Yes… The twins had an air of creepiness that  just seemed to follow them, but then they themselves looked creepy. Their eyes were so dark that you could hardly make out a pupil, their skin was kind of chalky, and the ebony black hair just made their skin paler.

                I prayed for my mother and father to come a walking through the front door. And is if by magic god had heard my prayer and I saw my father’s car pull up through the window.  I saw my mother’s mouth open and close and her arms make big, wild gestures… They were arguing, as if the twins could read my mind they stopped laughing and focused their gazes on my mother, who abruptly stopped shouting and slowly lowered her hands, hung her head and got out of the car to open the door and walk in the house.

                If there was one thing my mother could not stand it was her children seeing her yelling at my father. She thought that it would leave us scarred in deep inside… Simon and Simone couldn’t possibly be more screwed up, that was a given, and it didn’t really affect me all that much so it was most likely all wasted effort. She quietly slipped in, followed by y father, and they both went into the kitchen to get some of my not so great pasta. And sat down, each in a different room, my mother, sitting next to me and my father, taking a seat at the dining table. Simone and Simon looked at each other.

“Mum.” Simone began, and both me and my mother looked at the creeps in horror, I think we both must have gone into a preparation phase inside of our heads.
“Why do marriages.” Simon went on.
“End?” They finished… I slowly turned my head to look back at my father who was now looking up from his pasta and looking at the twins.
“Because sometimes, it’s just not meant to be.” Mother said quickly, before my father could explode into a dramatic song and dance about how badly he was treated

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