Author's Note: I have way too much time on my hands these days. Well, all the better to update faster!
"So this is the cafe?" I stated glumly, facing a doorless brick townhouse. The entrance, to make up for the absence of a door, had a colourful arch cover directly above it in order to shield the inside of the building from the shining sunlight. Did I mention this town Bluebell, despite living at the foot of a mountain received more sunlight than it needed?
"Aboard the Howard Cafe express-o! Haha get it, Lil? Express-o meaning the coffee and also a train?" laughed Phillip, nudging my arm with his elbow expecting praise for his cheesy joke.
"The hell?" Scowling, I tore my arm from Phillip's elbowing range and stalked inside the cafe clearly indicating disapproval at his lame comedic attempts. Phillip sighed in disappointment and followed me into the cafe. He clearly failed to make me acknowledge his humour, I must willingly say.
"Jeez sis, cut me some slack. It took me five hours to think of that one," muttered Phillip as I chose a seating near the wooden counter. Set upon it for display and choice of availability were skilfully cooked dishes that had an aroma that would get to anybody, doubtless of hatred towards certain food. The sight of the dishes negated the effective smell on that matter however.
I instantly noticed one of the dishes available today was focusing the main ingredient on...carrots. The bright orange look instantly sent discomfort to my stomach as it growled in abhorrence towards that certain vegetable. The one vegetable I would never let my teeth chew or my tongue taste. In my opinions I must say, I hate carrots.
I was instantly thrown off guard to the point of vomiting when another mass of orange appeared abruptly in front of me.
"Yo Lil what're you looking at?" chirped the orange hair mass, deep blue eyes appearing through some short messy bangs of hair.
"Get that orange hair mass of yours out of my face, Phillip!" I spluttered in disgust forcefully shoving his head back.
"Ow! Let go you-" persisted Phillip as he tried to resist my pushing hand by forcing his own head forward. I snorted. His efforts were futile as I held my ground confidently, my legs wrapped around the table's legs closest to me for stability support.
Once again our childish squabble was interceded when the cafe's waitress appeared, quickly assessing the situation.
"Umm would you like to order?" she asked staring at our awkward disposition we were in. I turned my head from facing Phillip's and took a steady observation of this girl. She had an angelic soft face that was shiningly white and pure although it was nothing compared to the light green eyes that glinted in the intruding sunlight from outside. Her pale fair hair was pulled into a tight bun and adorned with cute flower clips. Even the clothes she wore were modest and I couldn't help but admire her tall yet unpretentious stature as she stood before us, waiting patiently for an order.
"S-sorry," I apologised realising she had waited one long minute knowing I was taking in her stunning appearance. And so rudely too! I looked like a pervert enjoying the moment of silence as I drooled with pleasure. Ewww. How did my personality turn out so terribly?
"Ah yes, ordering," piped up Phillip, giving the girl a meek grin. "We'd like two carrot salads, please."
"No! I don't want carrot salad!" I protested in retaliation, realising the horror of eating carrots. I glared fiercely at Phillip who instantly backfired my words by saying:
"That's right. Sorry sis, I forgot you're a carrot lover!" He turned back to once more face the girl, "She doesn't want any normal carrot salad. So make one that doubles the amount of carrots on that plate, 'kay?" He smirked evilly at the waitress who hurriedly scribbled the order on a notepad.
"Alright got it down. Thank you sir," she smiled, tucking her notepad in her pocket.
"Please, call me Phillip. The girl here is my twin sister, Gitlian," said Phillip calmly as he stretched back on the chair, masking his immaturity with a smooth voice.
"Lillian!" I growled, banging my fist frustratingly on the table. Shaking with unmeasurable rage, I eyed Phillip who coolly returned the gaze of pure abhorrence with a mere wink. Giggling at the mere sibling quarrel she perceived, she pushed a dangling strand of soft hair behind her ears.
"I see. I'm Laney, Howard the cook's daughter." I noticed she was pointing towards a bulky man with curly hair the same colour as Laney's, standing behind the counter. His face was daunted with woman's make-up which I shockingly recognized and labelled as to being homosexual. The she-man was beckoning his daughter excitedly with which Laney responded with a sharp nod. She turned to us and smiled angelically.
"Well, best be off to serve your order," she said and with that, she pranced elegantly towards Howard where they traded hushed whispers and grins. I tore my gaze away from the two, knowing they were probably talking about us and our quarrelling rather than getting our food order done. I let out my anxiety on Phillip and kicked his legs from under the table.
"It's your entire fault they got some blasted impression of me," I moaned, burying my burning face in my arms, "Now Laney and Howard think I have some sort of brotherly complex."
"Well you do, so I see no harm in blaming me. Still, you should be thanking me for revealing your true self. Now you don't have to act all sweet and kind around everyone. You can act as who you are, let it be snappish and grouchy!"
I grunted from under my arms. Man, was I ticked. Phillip's asking for me to appreciate him now? What a total imp! I knew he'd dupe me into looking bad around other people just for his own sick amusement. After all, that was what he aimed for from the very beginning! He never wanted to help and make me act as who I am; he just wanted to look like the good twin! Aargh, my frustration was intense but it was all Phillip's stupid fault. That two-faced bastard!
I was too angry to look at Phillip in the eye without punching that ridiculous smile off his face. I had my pride, as a girl. But if I acted on impulse, things could take too much of a downfall from there. No, I had to plan management strategies if Phillip tried to do something to make me mad again. I had to be more prepared...
"BOOM BAYBEH the food is HERE!" roared the idiot, his tone quivering with excitement at me as a final point suffering openly before him as I was forced to stuff my face with carrots.
Twenty minutes later...
I staggered out of the shop, clutching my stomach. Never had I taken so many carrots at one go in my life. I almost felt like passing out on the floor, right there and then. Curse that Phillip, I was no longer on square one with him. He had seized the upper hand at last.
I had tried my best to hide the utter dislike on my face as I consumed the mound of food, carrot by carrot. After I set the fork down, Phillip, with a triumphant smirk announced that we were finished with our meals and used the rocks, scissors and papers bet to see who would be charged for the food. No surprise I lost so, with tears in my eyes from the hellish carrot consumption and loss of precious money, I slowly counted out my emergency money from a small pouch I carried.
Curses...My eyes drifted afar and caught sight of a stall positioned east from the straight route of exiting Howard's Cafe. What had really had my attention focused on was the person standing before it, solemnly studying the potted flowers around him as though greeting an approaching customer was insignificant to his business.
I felt my heart suddenly beat faster and my feet pause on the ground. I stood still, only seeing the person before that stand (assumedly for flowers) my face burning again but for a different cause.
The man's mystical green eyes instantly caught my gaze. Although he did not return the look it did not really matter whether he was looking at me or not. I gave off a truly rare smile as I looked on in the slight distance studying his perfect figure and face. Purple attire and cap? Not that I had much to criticise about. He was too perfect to be real unless it was only like that in my eyes. The romantic thought got me: Could he be my destined prince?
During my infatuated staring towards a completely dreamy face my twin brother noticed I was not walking and hurried by my side, frowning at my blank and flushed face. His sapphire blue eyes had always burned with determination and excitement but they had phased to something completely different to anything ever seen before. Deep within Phillip and hinted in his narrowed eyes, restlessness stirred.
A love triangle forms? Hmm, maybe or maybe not...Please review to find out sooner.