ask your people!
ask your people what is right!
ask your people!
ask your people what is right!

we don't need to multiply!
we don't need to multiply!
we don't need to multiply!
we don't need to multiply!

I banged my head to system of a down's X blasting from my surround system coming from my living room as I attempted to clean my floors. This was a hard task, my hair kept getting in my face as I swept, so I unevenly collected the dirt from my dark wooden floors.

"Turn that shit down!!"

I smirked as my twin sister Sara yelled at me from the guest bedroom, a mere 5 feet down the hall from the living room. Instead of turning it down, I cranked the volume up from 65 up to 86 as their song Prison Song came up and I nodded my head along the heavy intro riffs came in while I tried to somewhat control my sweeping. When the chorus came in I couldn't help but begin "singing along" although it was more like off key screaming. My sweeping speed increased in speed and became so bad that I was violently taking swipes at my floor, no longer caring about cleaning.

But all of a sudden, I was engulfed by silence.

What the fuck, that was the best part of the song!!

I turn around and see a disheveled, angry looking, short 29 year old with long bangs plastered to her face glaring at me in front of my now quiet sound system. The electric chord was in her hand which I noticed had red creases from sleeping on it. Hmm, I never get those, I wonder in what position she sleeps in? It doesn't seem like it would be very comfortable if she got those marks.

"Do you have ANY idea what time it is!?" She asked loudly, obviously not in a very good mood.

"11:41 actually. " I replied grinning a bit when she shot me a glare. "Time to wake up, kid!"

Dropping the cord on the floor, she brushed past me rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she headed into the kitchen grumbling something about stupid sisters and rock music. Smiling lightly in amusement, I picked up the dust, dirt, and random small objects from the floor with a dustpan and walked into the kitchen after her.

"I still can't believe you don't have a coffee machine in your place," she grumbled as I passed by placing the trash in the dust bin.

"You know I'm not a caffeine junkie like you Sara, why should I have something I'm not going to use?"

She shot me a look and stated," Maybe because you have a girlfriend who's addicted to coffee and because you also have a sister who's addicted to coffee, it seems like a good idea to have a coffee machine!"

I chuckled lightly, pulled out a Red Bull from the fridge and handed it to her.

"Enjoy, it has almost twice as much caffeine as coffee."