Ok hears the next bit, its a bit longer but i couldnt find a good place to stop so i carried on... lol .... enjoy
“What do you want?” he asked.
“The usual,” I replied fishing in the cupboard for 2 bowls.
“Fine,” he said and he went and got the cereal from another cupboard.
I placed the bowls down and went to get the milk from the fridge, by the time id turned around there were 2 bowls full of cornflakes standing on the side. I walked over and covered them both with a generous helping of milk, then from over my shoulder came a pair of hands each holding a spoon that was placed one in each bowl.
I grabbed my bowl and turned around, he was standing right behind me trying to reach his bowl over me which wasn’t working, I poked him in the chest to make him move, not hard enough to hurt but enough to say, move.
“Oh sorry didn’t notice you down there,” he said making a slander on my height.
“What cas you got your head in the clouds,” I came back at him.
This was our usual routine of big verses small. No one ever won; we saw it as a constantly ongoing battle between us.
He did move though and I shrugged past him and went and sat at the dining table, turning on a small lamp as I walked past so we’d have some light to eat by.
He came and joined me a second later plonking himself down next to me and started wolfing down his breakfast. “You’ll get indigestion,” I said, as always, “Or you won’t feel full and you’ll eat more and more and then get fat.”
I said this to him every time and he never listened but I knew why, he never did get indigestion and his stomach was always perfectly flat. Sometimes I was jealous of him, I had to be really careful about what I ate because I put on weight very easily, not that I was fat but it meant that he could sit scoffing chocolate while id have to eat lettuce.
He had finished his breakfast in about 2 minutes flat were I was just about coming up to half way. He sat and talked to me while I finished, he talked about mum and dad and school and typical stuff and I thought to myself how glad I was to have him hear.
Sometimes when I look at other siblings together their constantly at each other thoughts and ready to gouge eyes and pull hair but it was different with me and Jake. He was my brother, twin and best friend in the whole wide world and I loved him more than anything.
I finished my food and took out both of the bowls and stacked them in the dishwasher. Then turned back to Jake, he was giving me a funny look not to my face but looking down at some wear around my midriff.
“What,” I asked pulling out my shirt so I could see the whole thing just in case I had spilt something down it.
“Oh noting,” he replied immediately getting me suspicious.
“No come on tell me,” I said searching for something wrong with me.
“No really it’s nothing just a piece of fluff on your back that’s all,” he answered coolly, but I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not.
I knew he was an accomplished liar and that he had fooled even dad before and that’s saying something. However I let it drop and just looked at him.
He looked so different from anyone in our family, even me. Mum presumed that we had been 2 eggs instead of one that had split into 2, but I didn’t believe this because we had that connection that identical twins claim that they have, I just say he stole all the best bits cas he’s so greedy.
He has jet black hair, dark and shiny as coals; his eyes were that dazzling blue that looked like you could lose yourself to sea in them. His skin was paler than the rest of us though he got the same sun exposure. His body slim and long but quite muscular underneath the baggy old tee-shirt he was wearing at the moment. He wasn’t that tall for his age, I was just small for mine.
I had often thought to myself that if I were to marry anyone he would have to look like Jake. Not that I fancied Jake or anything that was absurd, I mean he’s my brother but he was quite good looking, loads of the girls in our year fancied him but strangely enough he’d never had a girlfriend.
That didn’t bother me, I wondered if it would if he did find a girl, it would mean we were together less and I really did like being with him. But if whichever girl he chose made him happy then I think, I hoped I would have been strong enough to let him go, not permanently but just not as close as were are at this moment in time.
There was silence until Jake let out a huge belch and broke it.
“Awww Jake that's discussing,” I moaned, pushing him out of my way and walking off toward the living room. I switched on the T.V and sat down on one of our old sofas that now swallowed anyone who sat in them so that you needed help getting up again and picked up the remote.
I began to channel flick, looking for something good to watch. I settled on Scrubs on E4 as JD always had a knack of making me laugh somehow, kinda like Jake I guess.
