"C'mon Ventus," complained the fifteen year old boy, Vanitas. "Let me have it!"
"No," his brother, Ventus, replied. "Go get your own Coke!"
"What does it say on the can?"
Ventus read the can aloud. "Share one with your better half."
"Who's got the better grades?"
"You."
"Who always protects you from bullies?"
"You."
"And who gives you gives you rides to school?"
"You. But you're my twin brother! You're pretty much obligated to do that!" Vanitas just stood there with a smirk. Ventus let his head sink in defeat. "Here."
Vanitas took the coke and popped it open. "Oh, and take this," he said as he tossed a coke to him.
Ventus smiled. It wasn't unlike him to pull a crazy turn around. "Wow Vanitas. Thanks!"
"Read it."
Ventus smiled as he turned it to read. "Share one with," Ven's smile turned into a glare, "your Sis..." Vanitas just let out a chuckle. "Bite me."
A/N: So this was something I came up with when I saw the better half can. It reminded me of Vanitas.
