Chapter 4: Now You See Me
"Manuel!" Angel shouted with a dropped jaw.
"Brother!" the look-alike replied. He laughed. "Still dressing like a woman, I see."
Angel crossed her arms with annoyance. "What do you want?" she asked, not letting him come inside. Her twin looked offended.
"I wanted to see you!" he said with a smirk, "But I didn't know all I'd have to do was look at an old picture and it'd be the same thing!"
Collins watched the two argue in complete astonishment. "Wait," he cut in, giving Angel a chance to cut in, "you guys are…brothers?" He felt relieved as he said it, but all the more confused.
"Twins, actually," Manuel corrected, stepping inside. He jutted his hand towards the teacher. "You must be Angel's current victim," he said, and in a low tone added, "I feel sorry for you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Collins said, taking defense.
"Oh, you know," Manuel laughed, "you know how he can be. Say one little thing about his dress and Bam! You have yourself a gay Hitler!"
"No," the anarchist said, uninterested, "I don't know. Because I don't insult her."
Her brother put his hands up defensively. "Whoa. They call you 'her'? Man, you tried so hard to get everyone to, but I never though people actually would!"
Mark looked in from the doorway. He quickly brushed past the quarrel, and mumbled something about coffee. His words couldn't be heard over Angel's yelling, though.
"Get out of my house!" she shouted, pointing at the door. Manuel just laughed.
"I don't want to," he said, "I want to talk to you."
"What?"
"I want to talk to you. I came all this way to see my brother, and now I have to go?" He held out his arms as if he wanted a hug, but Angel pushed them away.
"I'm busy tonight," she said, sitting down to pull on her shoes. When she stood up, her brother gaped at her height.
"With those things on, you look so intimidating!" he said, and added, "For once." Angel just rolled her eyes.
"Go," she said, placing her hand on her hips.
"Can we talk?" he asked again. She thought for a moment, and sighed.
"Fine," she told him, "tomorrow night. We'll go eat and then talk."
"Great, thanks!" he said, looking like he meant it. "I'll just go and leave you two men alone now," he laughed, and walked out the door.
As soon as he was gone, Angel fell into Collins' arms, groaning. "El manejará mi loco," she sighed.
Alright, kind of short, I know….
The Spanish part should mean "He is going to drive my crazy," but since I got it free from a website, don't yell at me if it's wrong. I'm taking French, not Spanish.