long week, Steven was waiting for me outside my door with a bottle of tequila and Chinese takeout, my favorite. Smiling as I walked closer, Steven dropped the food and hugged me so tightly I was nearly bruised until I laughed and shoved him off me.
“ Sooo... were you a rock star this week?” He asked while I unlocked my door.
“More like the background singer, but I feel like I'm going to rock it soon,” I grinned.
“Trying to show me up again? You know, good twin versus bad twin? Girl versus boy? Dad's favorite versus Mom's?”
“Nope. I'm both their favorite and you know it. So you'll just have to stay the pathetic, loser twin,” I said sternly.
“Ha! You wish,” Steven laughed walking to my kitchen with the food, but I could see he was honestly interested and excited for me, so I spilled.
“Seriously, it was amazing and scary and totally what I want, but really intense, too. I watched Carole who's leaving, balance getting the office staff to do what she needs done with a firm tone, but without an ego or bitchiness. It's almost an art form the way you have to lead people to work without making them feel like they're being pushed into it.”
“Kind of like you and your men?” Steven smirked as he spilled half the chicken fried rice on a plate for me.
“No... Maybe. I don't know if that applies though. I don't lead my men as you call them, I just don't let them push me around. But I did stay with them until I knew without a doubt that they weren't the one for me, that’s all. Like mom and dad knew, and still know. So why make the relationship something it isn't? You know this, we've gone over this a hundred times. I try to be with a man in a relationship until I know it isn't right and then I leave. And you try out every girl you've ever met hoping to find one that's right. By the way, there's only been 3 serious relationships, but you make me sound like a serial monogamist or something. I'm 24 and I've loved 3 men my whole life, which really isn't many,” I said justifying my love life though I clearly didn't have to for anyone, even Steven.
“It's all good, Soph. I'm just teasing, and I think you're too awesome to settle, too.”
“Thank you,” I whispered as Steven leaned in for a side hug.
I loved my brother, nearly to death, especially in those moments- moments where we just talked, open and honestly with no filters or masks. Steven was my brother, but an absolute joy in my life as well, and I’ve always known if I didn't have to love him because he's family, I would have loved him anyway.
When we walked back to the living room with our plates piled high, he and I settled in as I described my entire week, minus the Peter thing. I told him about the people at work and about the actual job requirements. I told him everything and he listened to me with rapt attention, until he suddenly hopped up and told me we were going to a pub down the street for too much alcohol to celebrate, which I agreed to.
After his announcement I changed quickly, and Steven and I walked down the block to one of the first pubs available in my awesome neighborhood for a night of drunken fun together.
4 hours later, at only 11:30, Steven and I slurring and shameless after horrible singing, endless shots, and one quick table dance later by him , held each other steady as we swayed ourselves back to my apartment to crash. I was such a lightweight drinking, it was always embarrassing but fun to drink, especially with Steven.
After fighting with the lock while laughing my ass off, Steven fell into my apartment, crawled to the living room, and proceeded to pass out on my couch mumbling, 'Love you, Soph,” while I stumbled for my bathroom before passing out sideways fully clothed on my own bed.
The following morning at 11:00 while I nursed a brutal tequila hangover quietly and Steven continued to sleep, I answered a sudden
“ Sooo... were you a rock star this week?” He asked while I unlocked my door.
“More like the background singer, but I feel like I'm going to rock it soon,” I grinned.
“Trying to show me up again? You know, good twin versus bad twin? Girl versus boy? Dad's favorite versus Mom's?”
“Nope. I'm both their favorite and you know it. So you'll just have to stay the pathetic, loser twin,” I said sternly.
“Ha! You wish,” Steven laughed walking to my kitchen with the food, but I could see he was honestly interested and excited for me, so I spilled.
“Seriously, it was amazing and scary and totally what I want, but really intense, too. I watched Carole who's leaving, balance getting the office staff to do what she needs done with a firm tone, but without an ego or bitchiness. It's almost an art form the way you have to lead people to work without making them feel like they're being pushed into it.”
“Kind of like you and your men?” Steven smirked as he spilled half the chicken fried rice on a plate for me.
“No... Maybe. I don't know if that applies though. I don't lead my men as you call them, I just don't let them push me around. But I did stay with them until I knew without a doubt that they weren't the one for me, that’s all. Like mom and dad knew, and still know. So why make the relationship something it isn't? You know this, we've gone over this a hundred times. I try to be with a man in a relationship until I know it isn't right and then I leave. And you try out every girl you've ever met hoping to find one that's right. By the way, there's only been 3 serious relationships, but you make me sound like a serial monogamist or something. I'm 24 and I've loved 3 men my whole life, which really isn't many,” I said justifying my love life though I clearly didn't have to for anyone, even Steven.
“It's all good, Soph. I'm just teasing, and I think you're too awesome to settle, too.”
“Thank you,” I whispered as Steven leaned in for a side hug.
I loved my brother, nearly to death, especially in those moments- moments where we just talked, open and honestly with no filters or masks. Steven was my brother, but an absolute joy in my life as well, and I’ve always known if I didn't have to love him because he's family, I would have loved him anyway.
When we walked back to the living room with our plates piled high, he and I settled in as I described my entire week, minus the Peter thing. I told him about the people at work and about the actual job requirements. I told him everything and he listened to me with rapt attention, until he suddenly hopped up and told me we were going to a pub down the street for too much alcohol to celebrate, which I agreed to.
After his announcement I changed quickly, and Steven and I walked down the block to one of the first pubs available in my awesome neighborhood for a night of drunken fun together.
4 hours later, at only 11:30, Steven and I slurring and shameless after horrible singing, endless shots, and one quick table dance later by him , held each other steady as we swayed ourselves back to my apartment to crash. I was such a lightweight drinking, it was always embarrassing but fun to drink, especially with Steven.
After fighting with the lock while laughing my ass off, Steven fell into my apartment, crawled to the living room, and proceeded to pass out on my couch mumbling, 'Love you, Soph,” while I stumbled for my bathroom before passing out sideways fully clothed on my own bed.
The following morning at 11:00 while I nursed a brutal tequila hangover quietly and Steven continued to sleep, I answered a sudden
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