It was around nine o'clock in the morning when James and Luke O'Reilly woke up. They didn't need an alarm clock since both of them had been getting up at this time for the past five months because of their jobs. Which was located in a local book store, Books-R-Us. Their jobs are to stock shelves and manage the store when its owner wasn't around. The store is located two miles from their home in Salem, Massachusetts.
James is the first to get up. He dresses in plain black pants, a white button down shirt with the store logo on the breast pocket and a pair of black shoes. He walks to the mirror and begins the daily fight with his unruly blonde hair. It stuck up every direction and soon he gives up and pulls it back in a ponytail. He then walks over to his brother's bed and shakes him awake since he went back to sleep. "Wake up, Luke! We don't want to be late!" He has the New England accent.
Luke opens his eyes and stares up at his brother. "Oh all right. Keep your pants on Jamie." He smiles at his nickname for his brother and slides out of bed. He then dresses in the same outfit as James and pulls his blonde hair back in a pony tail. His greyish blue eyes shine with happiness. "Ok. I'm ready. Lets get going. I think Marcy said that we are to open the store today." He grabs his light blue jacket off the bedroom chair and heads out of the bedroom and then outside. He tucks his hands into his pockets and waits on James.
James shakes his head. Luke was the only one allowed to call him Jamie. Everyone else had to stick with James. He grabs his green jacket off the chair and follows after Luke, only stopping to slide his arms into the jacket and zipping it up. Once outside he pulls the door shut and locks it. "Ya. Marcy said we are in charge of the store all day today. Her daughter was bringing home a friend from school. So she wanted to play hostess and get them settled in. I never heard of a school that had a holiday in the middle of February. But then again..." He shrugs and begins to walk down the road, towards the store.
Luke walks side by side with his brother, thinking. "Do you ever think about it, Jamie?" He blinks and looks over at his brother.
James looks over to his brother and shakes his head. "Why would I? I don't miss it. And I like my life now. For once I'm happy. Truly happy. Are you?" His dark blue eyes lock with his brothers almost identical eyes.
Luke gives a short chuckle. "If I wasn't happy, Jamie, I would let you know. You know I ain't one to keep my mouth shut about anything. Unless you have forgotten who I used to be? Or even you? I'm proud of you Jamie. You have proven time and time again that you've changed. No longer that little boy who had the weight of the world on his shoulders. You showed me that I can actually be happy." He gives James a sincere smile then focuses on the road as he continues to walk.
James nods and falls silent. Soon they reach the store and he takes the keys from his pocket and unlocks the door, stepping in. Luke follows him in and flips the lights on. "We better get to work. Marcy said that there is a new shipment in the back. So we both will have to unload and stock. Is that ok with you Luke?"
Luke nods and turns the closed sign around until it read open. "Sure thing, mate." He says slipping into his British accent that is hidden behind his American one that matched his brothers.
James raises an eye brow and laughs. "Enough of the impressions brother dear. You know we are full blooded American's. Born right here on American soil. Never been to England in our entire lives. Since mom thought it was a rather boring country."
Luke shakes his head. "I know. I know. Dad did take us to Ireland since that is where he grew up. We got to meet some of our...very drunk Irish relatives. Mom wasn't too happy. Yelled at dad for hours until he promised not to take us back there until we got older."
James swats at his shoulder playfully. "I still say you look like grandma. You have her nose." He takes off back into the store room before Luke can respond to the insult. He wheels out a flat bed with several boxes stacked on them. "Looks like Marcy didn't want us to over do ourselves today. She has all the flats loaded. All we have to do is put the books away." He can't help at smirk. The look on Luke's face was priceless.
"I do not look like grandma. She told us that we both look like dad. Since we are twins." He crosses his arms over his chest in a pouting way but soon joins James in smirking. "Ok. Maybe I look like her a little bit. But so do you! We got her eye color." He kneels down and begins to unpack the boxes then carry's the books to the right sections.
"Ya. Sure." James mutters as he begins to help Luke unpack the boxes. He hears the bell ding on the door and walks over to great the customer with several books in hand. "Marcy? What are you doing here? You told Luke and I that you had to greet you daughter and her friend. Did something happen?"