"C'mon now."
Regina looked up from where she sat on the porch, glaring into the empty landscape that unraveled across from the house, wishing she'd had sunglasses.
Maybe like Dollface's reflective pink ones shaped like hearts that covered most of her face.
Regina turned her glare to Dollface.
Dollface was unusually makeup-free today and wearing a tight teal cami with lace trim, probably bought from the mall for her birthday one year.
Regina had glared upon hearing new store-bought items were reserved only for birthdays or special occasions.
Which meant the few choices she was allowed to make at the mall in St. Louis, several hours away, would have to be enough.
Insane.
If she wanted anything new, she'd have to go to Clockton with Eustace, and buy from, shudders, Goodwill.
How tacky and unhygienic.
Eminem's 'Slim Shady' was playing somewhere in the house, the girls having been left home alone with no one but eachother and the dog to keep company.
"Just gon'sit there all day, r'am I gonna have t'make ya haul some ass?"
"You look like a whore." Regina respended nonchalantly.
Dollface narrowed her eyes at Regina, who had returned to squinting out into the sweaty empty plains.
"Takes one t'know one." She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed against her black push-up bought with Uncle Sebbie's money at Victoria's Secret after much deliberation.
Regina let out a puff from her Marlborough, out of the nice smokes she'd brought from her real home.
She was finding that as grainy and cheap as it was, the red filter was convenient for hiding lipstick stains.
"Gramps'll kill ya if he ever catches ya."
"That's why I'm doing it here." Regina would've added something vulgar like Dollface's low-class friends would have, but decided that she was the classy one.
And classiness out ranked vulgarities in verbal assault.
"I'm surprised he didn't lose it when he saw you wear that," Regina said, "You look like a cheap streetwalker."
"Says th'gal who wears a teddy t'bed- What are ya, anyways, a teen mistress?"
Regina gasped and dropped her cigarette, "Take that back, you harlot! You're the one shakin' it in public!"
"Don't serve what ya can't eat, Reggie." Dollface said, expression unchanging, "And I'm not. I'm a performer."
"Fine!" Regina said, quickly standing. She nearly lost balance in her heels, almost falling off the porch steps. "What do you want?"
Dollface crossed her arms over her chest and glared, hair pulled back in a floppy bun and out of her face. Regina felt funny seeing her fraternal twin's face uncovered. Like she wasn't supposed to see it.
She had a square face and a dent in her chin and almond eyes that had no undertone or shine, as opposed to Regina's oval face, perfectly pouting lips, wide, blue eyes that fell into the bedroom appearance every model like her mother had, and a perfect hourglass figure.
Regina had been a model since she was eight, and pointed her nose up at that fact whenever her skinny, curveless sister sent scorn her way.
Dollface also fully seemed the type to play Eminem when the grandparents were at work.
Little brat, she liked acting innocent and submissive when no one was around but the second Regna voiced a complaint or told people to do their jobs, then got a beating from Eustace. Regina knew what Dollface was like when her trashy friends and low-class family were around.
"Gramma wants us t'clean th'tub."
"Clean the tub?" Regina asked, airily. She leaned against the wall and pulled off her heels, knowing that she had to pretend to commit in order to get out of doing basic, common chores.
"Yeah, yer 'sposed t'do that."
Regina tried not to let her annoyance show. "I have a maid to do that."
"Those still exist?"
Regina rolled her eyes. "Of course they do, but you wouldn't know, would you?"
Dollface's eye twitched and she roughly grabbed Regina's hand, "Hurry it up, Molasses, Gramma'll have our asses if it's not done by th'time I go t'work."
Regina was forced into a ponytail that made her scalp hurt and hair stand all over the place once she was inside the hallway, deep in the house's shade. She grumbled at her reflection in the tiny bathroom mirror when she had the chance.
"Move yer shit already, we don't even have a counter in here." Dollface pulled a bucket out from behind the toilet and crabbed, handing a bottle of toilet bowl cleaner to Regina.
Regina gasped and recoiled, seeing how dirty the bottle was in her perfect porcelain hands. She set it down, practically dropping it and pulled out a curling iron, scowling. She didn;t even care about getting wrinkles, she had her dignity on the line.
A pretty face like hers was nothing without dignity.
"You already wasted too much time just gettin' up an'dressed, let's go already."
After clumsily teaching Regina, Dollface turned on the music on her stereo and hummed along to Rob Zombie's 'Foxy Foxy'.
"Dollface?" Regina asked, standing next to Dollface in the tub and trying to figure out how to use the bar scrubber as effectively as her partner, "Dollface?"
"You ain't gettin' out this time."
Regina rolled her eyes.
She wouldn't give up this easily, but she would at least have some fun.
"Fine." Regina looked down at Dollface's bare feet. She rarely ever saw them, usually covered up with heavy boots or socks of some kind. Regina was half-expecting hairy troll feet, but instead, she saw pasty white and unusually small ones. They weren't as shapely as hers, but not distracting.
The boots seemed to make them look larger and more proportionate.
Regina looked up, watching Dollface concentrating in silence.
"How are you so sexy?"
She suppressed a laugh, watching Dollface choke on air and snort, shoulders rising.
"No, really." Regina said, finding an opening, "How? You look like a man in a dress half the time and your feet don't even match your arms."
"And what's that 'sposed t'mean?"
"You're pale. Pasty, even."
"So are you."
"But I'm one solid color." Regina said.
"Well, I'm sorry I don't got time t'tan my ass like you." Dollface snapped.
Regina held back a smirk. All she had to do was push a few more buttons, and she'd go back to her deserved leisure time.
Dollface squirted more toilet bowl cleaner on the window sill, "We gonna let that sit. In th'meantime, we'll get this lime off."
Regina stifled a groan, all attempts reversed as 'Superbeast' began playing.
"You wear a push up bra, don't you?"
"And what's it to ya?"
Shame didn't seem like a factor in this household. Regina tried to refous, suddenly realizing something.
"I've been thinking about this for a while, but talking to you…."
Dollface raised an eyebrow.
"It's like sitting on a pin."
Dollface nudged an elbow into Regina's ribs, making her squeal sharply in pain.
"Owwwwww, why would you do that?"
"'Cause ya deserve it, Reggie, so hurry it up, will ya?"
"My name is not REGGIE!"