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I slammed slide the door open and hastily took put the umbrella by, not bothering to still close it. Rainy days are always a pain in the ass. If that bird brain wasn't so slow with his paper, Tomika and our class wouldn't have waited for something and the rain would not have caught up with us.
As I step in, Akito was having his annoying phone call sessions again. He stopped talking into the phone for a second to look at me, then continued talking again. I sighed impatiently but went to get changed, anyway. When I returned, he was saying goodbye into the phone. When he put it down, he turned to me.
"You haven't spent twelve hours yet," I mocked.
The door bell rang and he got up.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"Must be Ringo," he muttered.
"What?"
Ringo entered, still prim and pretty despite of the hassle of the rain. "Hey, Agito," she said.
I looked at Agito again.
"I asked her to come over," he said and sighed when I did not say anything. "For this Kimono," he held the folded dress, "for the festival!" he exclaimed brightly and lead Ringo to his room.
I stayed there, closing the door that was left open.
I tried to fend off the annoying smile of Akito in my mind. I went to the fridge and got the pack of cereals which was only half consumed. I slumped on the couch and turned on the TV. After a few moments, I was already grabbing fistfuls on to my mouth while my eyes are glued to the TV. I was grabbing another one when the phone rang. I grunted. That must be for Akito, hell, this is getting more and more annoying each day. I snatched the phone.
"Hello?"
"Agito, is that you?"
Gah. Kaito. I would have happily received one of Agito's friends instead.
"What do you want?" I said. Startled by my own language, I stammered, "Uh, I mean, yes. Yes!"
"I'm going home this month. How is Akito?" Why the hell should he bother to ask how I am? I was about to answer him when he said, "I gotta go now. Make sure I see good grades from him." I am glad I am not expected to present him the same marks. I put some more cereals into my mouth. At least this phone rang for someone else for once.
"I'll be late, we'll have to fix some things up for the festival," Akito said as he dug past foils and Tupper wares in the fridge that morning.
"You're scheduled to have a quiz in Biology tomorrow, right?"
"Uh-huh,"
I looked at him over my shoulder. "Maybe you should study first. You don't need to help in the preparation, anyway."
He did not say anything but stuck his head out of the fridge. "Where's the pack of cereals I bought last time?"
"Oh, the half-consumed pack? I ate them yesterday."
"Agito," he walked up to me and leaned on the back of the couch. "How could you eat like that and stay thin?"
I ripped my eyes from the TV. "What?"
"Look at what you're eating; those Oreos aren't fat-free,"
"Are you anorexic?"
"No, that's a different thing, Agito."
I can't believe what I am hearing. And that it actually came from Akito—my twin.