Summary: Play time in preschool for Alfred and Matthew. Everything was pretty good... Until they say a bad word and blam it on their father.
Alfred and Matthew were building a block tower. It was play time at their preschool and the two boys decided to hog all the wooden blocks and bite every kid that tries to get them. The teacher would scold them, but she knew it would be worthless.
"Come on, Alfred. You can do it!" Matthew encouraged Alfred as he put the block on the tower, making it taller than them. Alfred was balancing on his toes as tried to put the block on the tower. Everything was going dandy until Alfred lost his balance and fell on top of the tower. "Aw, fuck!" Both boys exclaimed in unison.
The teacher turned to them with a mad face, "First, you bite children. Then, you say mean words? That is it. Alfred and Matthew, go to the office!" Alfred stood up and dusted his clothes. "Why?" The boys said at the same time. "Dad says it all the time, why shouldn't we?" The boys started to sound creepy to the teacher.
The teacher grab their hand and told her assistant she was in charge. The teacher then dragged the twin boys to the principal's office. The two boys struggled to get free, and in the end the teacher just ended up with multiple bite marks oh her wrist.
"What brings you here?" The principal said to the teacher with no emotion. "Not the she-devil," Alfred whispered to Matthew. Matthew agreed and both boys gulped. "These two boys are misbehaving in my class." The teacher pushed the two boys to the principal. "Very well then," The principal sighed. "Boys, sit down," She then said with he most threatening voice. The twins, being scared out of their life, obliged. "I suggest you call their father. He might have something to do with their misbehaving," The teacher said and started walking away. "Tell the secretary to call him then," The principal scribbled some things in a piece of paper.
Everything was quiet for a second until the principal sighed, "What did you do this time? It's the third time this week you've called to my office, and it's Wednesday!" The boys felt no emotion being yelled at. "Well, first we took all the wooden blocks to ourselves. Kids wanted them, but we didn't want to give them to them, so we bit them." Matthew started explaining. "We were making a tower, but it fell. We said a word that was apparently bad," Alfred continued and shrugged. "Dad says that word all the time, so we thought it wasn't bad," He said innocently. "And what is that bad word?" The principal asked firmly. "Fuck!" Both boys replied cheerfully. The principal looked at them, "And your father says it all the time?" Both boys nodded and smiled creepily.
"Alfred?" The principal asked. Both boys looked at her. "Matthew?" She raised a brow. "Yeah?" Both boys answered. "Curse that twin advantage," She murmured under her breath. "I'm going to look through your files. Stay here," The principal stood up and left the office.
"Is that she-devil gone?" Alfred whispered to Matthew. "I think so," Matthew whispered back. The twins sighed and lean back on their chair. "I can't wait to get out of here," Alfred smiled. "Me neither," Matthew looked at him. "She's taking it easy on us. I wonder why," He whispered.
The door opened, and Alfred and Matthew stayed absolutely quiet. "Hello?" A familiar voice asked. A smile grew on the twins' faces and they turned around. "Daddy!" They said at the same time and ran up to him. "Hey there, you little rascals," Arthur hugged the two boys. "What did you do... This time?" Arthur rolled his eyes. "You'll see. What are you doing here so early?" Alfred grinned. "I was in the area when they called me. I came and they sent me to this room. Who am I supposed to talk to?" Arthur explained. "Satan," All the emotion in the boys' faces was drained. Arthur was about to said something when Satan entered the room.
"I still can't find the difference of you two ki-" The principal stopped talking when she saw Arthur. "Mr Kirkland, I didn't think you'd be here this early," She said calmly. "I was in the area," Arthur shrugged carelessly. The principal nodded, "Take a sit, Mr Kirkland. I believe you can tell me which of these two is which." Arthur looked at the two boys for a whole minute. Alfred and Matthew just closed their eyes and smiled at him. "I believe I can't," Arthur said defeatedly and took a sit. "Irresponsible father can't tell his children apart," The principal murmured and sat on her big chair on the other side of her big table right in front of the twins and their not-that-happy-he-is-there father.
Alfred and Matthew's smiles widened. They didn't really like to be confused with each other. But in the times when they get in trouble, it was their ultimate weapon. Well, that and blaming the people that look after them.
"I've called you here today because of the misbehavior of the twins throughout the week. They've let us to believe you have something to do with it," The principal looked at Arthur dead in the eye. Arthur stayed quiet, trying to comprehend what he had been told. "I assure you, miss. I do try to raise my kids as best as I can. If they misbehave, it is not because of me," He defended himself.
"Is that so?" The principal adjusted her glasses. Arthur nodded with pride. He can't be wrong. "Then why do they repeat a mean word that they say they got from you?" She asked Arthur, giving him a hard stare. Arthur looked at her with a confused expression. "A word you might have said once?" The principal raised a brow.
Arthur looked at the twins to see what they were doing. They were looking at each other. Alfred smiled at Matthew mischievously.
WAIT!
They planned this!
Those mischievous little ras-
"Mr Kirkland?"
Arthur snapped back to reality. He didn't see the twins secret high five. Arthur was about to speak when Alfred interrupted him. "Dad didn't say fuck just once. He says it all the time," Alfred said happily. "Like when he's in the kitchen and he burns something." Alfred gave an example. "And when Papa then kicks him out of the kitchen," Matthew gave another. "Or when he gets hurt while knitting." Alfred continued.
Arthur now saw where this was heading, and he didn't like it one bit. "Boys, I think you can stop now." He said embarrassedly, but his request fell on deaf ears. He looked at the principal and saw her raise a brow. This wasn't going to end well.
"Sometimes, he says it when he breaks something when he's cleaning," Matthew nodded. "Or when he's in the bedroom with Papa at night," Alfred said not so innocently. The comment made Arthur blush. "Also, whe-" Matthew wasn't able to finish.
"Okay, I think that's enough," The principal stood up. "You two boys are off the hook because this is clearly a case of bad parenting." She eyed Arthur, who was looking down in defeat and shame. Neither the principal nor Arthur saw the twins' secret cheer.
The principal walked to where Arthur was. "You, mister, better watch what you do or say in front of this innocent kids." She glared at him. She started walking away. "Innocent, my a-" Arthur shut his mouth when the principal looked at him, sending Alfred and Matthew into a fit of giggles. Arthur felt like he was in high school again. The principal went out of her office.
Arthur looked at his twins, "You two were right. That old hag really is the devil." The two nodded. "Now, I know what you two were up to. What'd you do it?" Arthur glared at them. "We wanted to blame someone for our misbehaviour, so we plan this," Alfred said and smiled. "How? Not even I can plan that," Arthur asked. "It's the twin mind," Alfred said slowly. Arthur raised a brow. "Yeah, I'm blaming it on the shows you watch," Arthur stood up.
"Are you going to take us home?" Alfred asked. "Home?" Arthur laughed. "School isn't over." He patted Alfred's head. "It is. It's a short day." Alfred informed him. "It is?" Matthew asked Alfred. "Yes, it is," Alfred gave him a look. "Oh, of course, it is!" Matthew smiled at his dad. "Most of the kids probably left while we were here," Alfred smiled. "Oh, okay then? Why didn't I receive an email about it?" Arthur said doubtfully. "The Internet is down, and I guess we forgot to tell you" Matthew said. "Makes sense," Arthur nodded. "But still-" Arthur looked at the faces of the toddlers. It was the look he couldn't resist. "Let's go," He sighed and started walking out of the office.
The twins looked at each other and smiled. "When will he learn?" Alfred asked his twin. "Hopefully not soon," Matthew laughed.
Hey, I'm sorry for not uploading anything in a while. My laptop broke down. And all I gave is my iPad. I wrote a while ago, but I went to Dominican Republic. WiFi wasn't free on the fab hotel I stayed in...
Updates might take a while. I'm really sorry for that. It's just that I procrastinate and I have two other stories to work with and also a summer assignment for school...
