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Abel looked to his twin before answering me. Once Addison nodded, Abel told me, "We didn't grow up like normal children, Ariel. We didn't go to preschool and learn the abc's with the other kids our age. We were homeschooled, and we only went to school here because we thought it would be the best way to meet you, and since you were going, we'd get to spend plenty of time with you. I actually think Quinton's been laughing at us behind our backs, because we didn't initially quit when you did, and kept going just in case you decided you wanted to return. My twin and I enjoyed our brief time in the public-school system, but we are very glad to have it come to an end."
"Teenagers suck," Addison mumbled grumpily.
I agreed with him, wholeheartedly.
"So, you only went to high school because of me?" I asked. My face split into a wide, happy grin. "That's really cute."
"We'd do anything for our girlfriend," Abel told me smartly. "Anything. Even if it meant we had to do it before she knew she was our girlfriend."
"That doesn't sound creepy or anything, twin," Addison cut in.
Abel rolled his eyes and grinned at his brother. "It wasn't meant to sound creepy at all, twin. I just wanted her to know the sacrifices we made on her behalf before she was even aware of how much she wanted us."
"I can get behind that," Addison muttered in complete agreement with Abel.
I giggled at their antics. They either heard me and chose to ignore it, or they didn't hear me at all and simply continued with the easy banter.
"Make out with her when she needed a hug," Abel said.
"Steal all of her pajamas and replace them with our t-shirts when she was having problems sleeping," Addison returned.
Abel nodded his head in agreement. "Oh," he said, "I like that. Good idea, twin. But only if we're around to see her wear our t-shirt to bed."
"Better yet," Addison replied, "we were in that bed with her."
"This is why you're the smart one," Abel grumbled.
"And the prettier one," Addison shot back.
"I don't think so."
They could go back and forth for hours and it would never get old for me.
Still, I had no idea how one could find themselves more attractive than the other when they were all but identical, save for hair and eye color.
It was ridiculous, really.
Dash elbowed me gently in the ribs. I tilted my head to the side and looked at him in question. "Drink your coffee," he ordered. "I'll make you breakfast while you shower and change. You eat, then we will clean the house. Maybe do some laundry as well. With you here, the guys have been staying over more. I don't mind that at all and would prefer them to stay here all the time. But, they go through a lot of clothes because there are a lot of them, and they all end up stuffing the hamper full and none of those shits bother to run the dirty laundry through the washer and dryer."
My lips pinched together, and I looked down at the floor in embarrassed shame. I hadn't done the laundry once since I moved in here, part of the overflowing hamper had been my doing.
A lone finger tapped the underside of my chin, tipping my face up. I looked into Dash's eyes and wasn't surprised to see them warm.
"I don't mind doing your laundry," he smirked at me. "In fact, I kind of like it. I like seeing all of your unmentionables mixed in with my clothes. It's cute."
My face heated. Cute wasn't the word I would have used to describe it, but then again, I wasn't a guy, and his underwear would have held no interest for me whatsoever.
"I think I'll do my own laundry from now on," I muttered, sounding as embarrassed as I was, which was pretty freaking embarrassed. "You shouldn't be doing my laundry."
"I like it," he said. "And it is cute. It makes me feel like we're a real couple instead of just roommates. I like seeing your things mixed in with mine, and even though I know it'll never happen I wish I could see your clothes next to mine in my dresser, your things hanging beside mine in our closet that we share. It's not going to happen because there are too many of us, and we all need our own personal space for ourselves, but it doesn't mean I can't want things. I want to feel like we're a real couple, and I want to do things real couples would do. Like share space in our closets, and me clearing out a drawer for you in my dresser. But that's not going to happen, and I've got to be okay with it. I mean, we live together for Christ’s sake, I should be happy to have that. Seeing your clothes mixed in with mine in the laundry hamper makes me feel good. It makes me feel like you're here, you're home, and you're staying. You need to just let me have my moment and not burst my bubble, and get over it. I like doing your laundry. It's everyone else who are assholes and need to wash their own clothes. If they lived here, it would be one thing, but since the only people who live here are you and me that makes them assholes for leaving their dirty clothes behind when they go home. I mean, seriously, who does that?"
I didn't want to share my closet space with him or with anyone else. Had he seen the inside of my closet? It was only meant to be used by half of a person. Geez.
"I'm sorry I don't want to share a closet with you, Dash," I told him seriously.
His lips twitched. "That's okay, Ariel. Just let have my illusions, and allow me to continue doing your laundry. You can also help me out by leaving your brush and all of your other girly shit in the bathroom. I'd really appreciate it."
I frowned at him. "I didn't want you to think I was going to move in and take over your house and fill it all up with girl stuff. And I've been trying really hard not to leave my stuff laying around. This is your house, and I am super grateful that you're letting me stay here with you because it does feel like home, but I don't ever want to over step and clog up your space.”
