Chapter 6
Familiar Lines
Part Two
Right where we left off
It seemed rather natural just like the act of breathing. Other people would have
questioned what was happening and some would have fought it tooth and nail without
the slightest bit of acceptance, but Drake Parker was an outside-the-box kind of guy.
Besides whatever the story was it wasn't the fault of the beautiful girl standing in the
kitchen. And Drake was always keen on a beautiful girl.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Yeah—a beer."
Drake figured what the heck they both could use one and his parents wouldn't be
home for a few hours later especially if Audrey wanted to go out for dinner.
Denise sat at the kitchen table as Drake slid a bottle of Coors across the table after
he used Josh's Oprah bottle opener to take the cap off.
"Thanks. I didn't think you'd give me a beer."
Drake smiled, "It'll relax you."
That sounded like something he would have said to a girl on a date to try and loosen
her up for second base action, but this was a whole different matter entirely—it was all
so new to him that he needed to be relaxed himself.
"I have papers in my bag."
"I don't need to see any papers. I'll look at them later if you want me to though." He
quickly added as he joined his sister at the table.
"Thanks."
"Are you hungry? I can order a pizza."
"I don't think I can eat right now. I can't get over you."
Denise wanted to stand up and like a blind person would and put her hands on her
brother's face, but she didn't want to make her or the situation be uncomfortable so
she refrained.
"Too good looking?"
Denise laughed, "You're very modest! But I would say the same thing if I was feeling
right with myself."
"There's no need to be nervous, Denise."
She put her hand on top of Drake's, "It's hard, you know?"
"What do you mean?"
"I ran away from home to see you. My mom thinks I'm still in New York state. I don't
want to get into this right now. I'd rather know more about you. If that's all right, Drake?"
"That's more than all right. You wouldn't mind if I ordered a pizza?"
"No, not at all."
"Are you sure you don't want anything?"
"I'm sure."
"I'll save you a slice just incase you do."
"That's sweet of you—may I use the bathroom?"
"Of course. There's one through those side doors and on your left."
"Don't think I'm bailing…I'm leaving my bag here."
"I wouldn't think that."
It was natural just like the act of breathing. Drake was grateful to have the past come
back to him and a good part of the past at that. The part he never knew existed until a
few short minutes ago.
He was a twin and it was one of the best surprises of his life ever. It explained so
much.
The weird feelings he would sometimes experience, especially the resent ones. Twins
always had their own intuition—that's what his body was trying to tell his mind. Drake
Parker was a twin.
And she certainly didn't look like the kind of sister that would put glue on the kitchen
chairs, sabotage his and Josh's contest entry salsa, or blast him with paintballs.
She was Real.
Drake couldn't wait to find everything and more about Denise. She was
his equal.
Denise looked at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror as she washed her hands with
green apple scented liquid soap.
She let out a long sigh, but it wasn't one of total relief. But a big hurdle was jumped
today. She met her brother. It was a good thing he thought her to be someone
else at first because if he didn't come out of the house to prevent his girlfriend from
leaving she would have been gone. Denise was so glad that she and Drake finally met
each other.
He was so beautiful and funny. They were going to get along swimmingly with each
other she could tell.
She left her purse on the kitchen table so she wasn't able to freshen up her lip-gloss
and face powder. Denise always took pride in her appearance and liked looking her
best.
She was apprehensive about drying her hands on the powder blue towel that was on a
gold tone ring hook above the sink. Denise Roberts only wanted one thing out of this
whole trip. Which was to meet and get to know her brother Drake Parker.
No one else mattered.
Author's Note: To be continued…