Kin stared at his twin, who had been nervously scratching at his arms and neck since Trina had retreated up to her room, with slight concern.
"Y.. you okay, bro?" He whispered from the side of his mouth, nudging him. Kon flinched at the physical contact, and stared at him like he had forgotten his smaller twin was sitting next to him.
"What? Huh—oh, yeah I'm—" He swallowed and looked towards the stairs. "—fine." Kin gave him a skeptical look, but decided not to push it, much to Kon's relief.
He'd been on edge ever since the newest incident with Trina, even if it had only been a stare-down. The thought had crosses his mind, in a panic, that Trina might have purposefully dressed like that just to mock him, and that idea terrified him. There was no way he could avoid her—he'd seen her on a daily basis nearly every day for 5 years. With this sinking feeling that he was trapped by Trina's mere presence, Kon had been more than excited to get out of the Riffin house as soon as he could. The moment lyric working had been called quits for the night, he got up and headed for the garage door, only for Corey to pull on his arm with a bewildered look and a "Dude, what about VH2's Rock History night?". Kon had felt his heart nearly pop with dismay—they hadn't missed a new episode since the show had come back from cancelation. Kon had laughed nervously and gave him an empty-minded "Oh yeah I forgot", and followed the gang into the house, sweating all the way. At least it was true— among all the worrying about Trina appearing out of any given corner, he had forgotten, and he now apparently couldn't even enjoy the show with that pink-haired madwoman will rattling around in his brain. Kon barely heard Laney add in to the conversation from Corey's lap.
"Yeah, no dude, you don't look so hot?" She gave him a worried eyebrow. "You need something to drink or—?"
"Oh uh, nah I just um.. sleep, I probably just need some sleep, haha!" Kon waved his hand at her in an attempt to play it off. "I'm super tired from uh.." He scratched his sideburn. "—from um, staying up late last night! Heh."
Laney gave him a weird look, but shrugged and settled herself on Corey's lap more, resting her head on his shoulder. Kon's sigh of relief lasted only a second.
"Well could you get me somethin' to drink?" Corey asked him, before smiling and gesturing at Laney as the reason he couldn't get his own. "I'm kind of.. in use." Kon swallowed hard and stared at him in a near-pleading way, before conceding and getting up to go to the kitchen.
He sped-walked to the kitchen as fast as his legs could manage; he was sure if he did this fast enough there'd be no chance of Trina surprising him with another cruel-attractive-brain-assaulting attack. Kon reached the doorway and looked behind him at the stairs for a moment to listen for her. After a few seconds of silence he built up enough courage to peek into the kitchen to make sure she wasn't already there. Upon seeing the room was empty, he entered, though still slightly apprehensive about being in a one-way-out space alone. Kon made a beeline for the refrigerator and dug around for something to drink, his brain failing him, under the pressure of imminent doom, at what Corey preferred among all the possible options. He settled for a can of lemon-lime soda and hightailed it out of there. He was about to round the corner into the hall when he heard the stairs creak just slightly, sending his heart into his ears. By the time his legs moved again it was already too late—he felt a hand gently touch his shoulder.
"Hey—!" He tried not to whine at her hushed voice. It took all his courage to turn around and look at her, fearful of what teasing clothes she was wearing tonight. His chest squeezed tighter when he saw her in another one of her nighties—thankfully, this one was a little longer. She smiled at him quietly, excitement evident in her eyes before her lashes fell over them in a flirtatious bat. "What's the rush?"
Kon's mouth once again felt too dry to answer. He looked around at some of the framed pictured and spots in the painted walls for any kind of idea of what to say before bringing his big shoulders up in a shrug.
"I uh—I was.." He mumbled, mentally cursing at his cheeks for betraying him by going pink. He stared down at the can in his hands purely so he wouldn't have to look at her. His eyes widened when he watched her hand move up over it and trace the top with her middle finger ever-so lightly. His snapped his eyes up to her as she stepped closer, craning her neck to look up at him.
"This for me?" Trina's voice was still in a hush, but her smile widened, revealing a glint of metal on her teeth. Kon's throat tightened at the sight of her retainer, reminded of how hot he had thought her braces where as a kid. He managed to look her in the eyes before shying away again.
"I, if you want uh, I could just.. get another one um—" He felt her thin fingers push one of his hands away and slowly curl over the can, gently taking it from him. He looked down at her, and she looked up at him through her thick eyelashes.
"Thanks." She purred at him before returning upstairs, just as elegantly as she'd taken him into her again. Kon made a muffled scream in his throat once her spell wore off and returned to the kitchen to get Corey a different lemon-lime soda.
He laid on his back, staring at the bottom of the top bunk for most of the night. Kon had tried to sleep over five times already, but it was no use—if he closed his eyes he'd see those seductive, sparkly pink eyes again—so it was better to just stare at the underside of his brother's bed and wonder what some of the stains were. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. There was no way this was really happening. He'd admit, of course, it wasn't about her actually being interested in him—no, he wasn't that dense; but for her to be interested in teasing him? Could life get anymore unfair? She knew he had feelings for her and for her to just abuse that made his blood boil. After a moment something dawned on him—she didn't know that. She knew he was attracted to her, but as far as she knew it was only physical. The fact put his mind at a little ease.
"She thinks I'm gross, so she's gross." He breathed out to himself softly, more relaxed at his true feelings staying secret. He ran a hand through his bangs again.
'Gross' probably wasn't the best word, he thought, but it's what had come to mind. Using her body to tease and taunt him for kicks—that's 'gross', right? The thought of her in that blouse and tight, little, pink skirt and black leggings lingered longer than he would have liked. It made his mouth dry and his body throb just thinking about it. The idea she had actually 'dressed up' for him was a little exciting. True, it was just to mess with him, but he'd never had a girl try and 'impress' him like that, at least as far as he knew. The more Kon thought about it, the more his body reacted, and it soon became evident his body's reaction wouldn't be going away with mental will alone. He looked toward the hallway to the bathroom and whined a little at his own humiliating needs before getting up.
Trina woke up happy, blissfully smiling and stretching in her bed with Mina already by her side. She rolled away from her and tucked a hand under her pillow, contently smiling at the, now warm, unopened can of lemon-lime soda on the nightstand. She closed her eyes and sighed happily before sitting up and brushing her hair through with her fingers.
"Last night was totes the best." She smiled at her BFF, sucking on her retainer. Mina smiled at her meekly and offered her a cup of water for her retainer. Trina grabbed it and took a sip, swishing the water in her mouth.
"Oh really? What happened?" Mina smiled more, hands on her chin in interest. Trina swallowed the mouthful before removing her retainer and dropping it in the remaining water.
"Oh, you know, just teasing lame-o boys." Trina smiled wide, waving a hand casually, like 'teasing boys' was typical of her now. "The norm." She handed the glass to Mina and got up, heading for her closet, still in a good mood.
"Well, you certainly are cheery!" Mina perked up. "It must have been pretty good!" Trina laughed from inside her closet.
"Oh it so was. He's so frickin' awkward Mina, it's hilarious. I mean like, I get that I'm super-hot, but come on, yknow? HAHA!" She smiled at her nightie, that was now on the floor, for a job well done before picking through her clothes for today's outfit. She heard Mina laugh from outside.
"Sounds like it!" She paused listening to Trina shuffle around. "Do you need some help or—?" Trina gritted her teeth with mild annoyance.
"No I don't need help, Mina—what am I like, five!?" She could hear her best friend mumble an apology but paid no mind, happily continuing pushing clothes back and forth. After a few minutes she immerged with her now-typical outfit of a blouse and high button-up skirt. "Cmon Mina." She gestured at her lackey, who was currently dabbing her retainer dry. Mina quickly finished and scrambled up to her side, grabbing her and Trina's bags. They had class at the community college today, much to Trina's aggravation, but her brother and his band had school today too, so at least it wasn't a total waste. Mina headed out ahead of her to put their bags in the car, Trina trailing behind, smiling a little more confidently at the drum set on the stage this time. Having a guy wrapped around her finger was so satisfying.