"I've Done Twins", chapter 6
Later That Night....
The girls were getting ready for a night out for their birthday, after Jason and Tre
insisted. Courtney was in her new skirt and one of Leah's white singlets with a Jolly
Roger symbol. Leah was in her new shirt and favourite Golf Punk pants. Tre, Mike, Billie and Jason were waiting in the lounge room. Jason and Billie were wrestling for no apparent reason, Tre was playing a game on his phone and Mike was
just thinking, about Leah.
Leah shouted from the bathroom, "HURRY UP COURTNEY!"
"HOLD ON!" Courtney shouted back. Tre rolled his eyes and sighed impatiently. Billie didn't really care, Jason badly wanted to go because Billie had him in a rather painful headlock.
"MERCY!" Jason screamed. "LEMME GO!" Billie let him go and Jason fell hopelessly onto the floor. Tre-Tre climbed onto Jason's back and started kneading the spot and laying down. "Ow," he mumbled. Courtney and Leah finally came into the room and smiled, "We're ready."
At The Club...
Billie and Courtney were dancing their asses off out on the dancefloor somewhere.
Leah was splitting her sides with Tre and Mike and Jason were off getting themselves, Tre and Leah a drink. "Mike," said Jason, putting his arm around Mike's shoulder and smiling. "Tell me about your relationship with Leah."
"It's fine," Mike quickly replied.
"But...?"
"But nothing," he said. "We're really good friends, that's all."
"You're in love with her! Don't kid yourself," he laughed, "Admit it, dude. You've
been in total and complete love for sixteen years!" Mike sighed and placed his order for the bar tender.
"I'm not answering your stupid questions, Jase."
Back at the table, Leah was gasping for air as Tre cracked joke after joke after joke. "Tre," she giggled madly. "Stop, please stop!" Tre shrugged and shut his mouth. Courtney and Billie walked over to the table, grinning.
"Where's the birthday girl's drink?" Courtney asked Jason.
"Right here," smiled Leah, lifting her glass and taking a swig.
"Ok, where's the other birthday girl's drink?"
"I forgot it," Jason said innocently. "Sorry." Someone walked past and knocked Jason, his drink went all over Leah's new, clean top.
"You BASTARD!" she screamed.
"Uh... I'm sorry, Leah, it was an accident..." stuttered a terrified Jason.
"I spent SO much money on that shirt," shrieked Billie Joe.
"You'd better start running," Courtney said coolly, taking Leah's drink and sipping it.
Jason ran away, as fast as he could, to get away from a very pissed off Leah. "Aren't you meant to follow him?" asked Tre.
"Yeah, I'm gonna," she said, quickly looking at Courtney's watch to see how many
seconds had been passed. "But I'm gonna give him a head start for his sake."
"Good idea," smiled Courtney, "Considering you're the running champ."
"Damn straight," grinned Leah.
Leah spent five minutes looking around until she saw Jason hiding on the top floor of the club. "Jason you dick! Get your ass down here!" she screamed.
"No," Jason protested. "You'll hurt me!"
"No I won't," she grinned deviously.
"I'm still not comin' down," he shouted.
They hurled insults at each other for a while, until the music stopped and Leah
screamed, for absolutely everyone to hear, "JASON YOU CRACK WHORE! GET
YOUR GIRLY ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I GET UP THERE AND KICK IT!" Everything went completely silent. Tre, Billie, Mike and Courtney didn't say a word
and just stood perfectly still with shifty eyes. Tre let out a long, fucking loud, squeaky fart. Still, he stood still, pretending he wasn't doing it, and just kept shifting his eyes around. When he had finished his World Breaking long fart, Courtney gagged. And Leah, who was standing alone in the middle of the dance floor, started pissing herself laughing... not literally. Everyone else started gagging, or laughing, and the music started again. And so did the fight between Leah and Jason. Eventually, Jason apologised and swore he'd wash the shirt later. And for the rest of the night, Leah wore Jason's jacket, just for fun.
The Next Day...
"Come on, Mikey, get up!" Mike woke up and saw Leah leaning over him, smiling.
Mike smiled and pushed her away. "Hey! Come on, get up!" Mike sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Why do I have to get up?"
"Well, you're coming to the Day Spa thing aren't you?"
"You were serious about that?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"Of course I was! C'mon, get up and get dressed!" She was just about to walk out before she turned around and said, "And bring board shorts... And may I just say, how beautiful you look this morning with your hair like that?" Mike looked over at the mirror, the top part of his hair was brushed down to his
face and the sides were poking up everywhere.
"Gee, thanks!"
After they had breakfast and everything, Mike and Leah left. "Mike's gonna get laid," Tre muttered to Courtney.
"He is not," Courtney snapped. "Lee's not like that."
"Whatever you think, Courtney, but you're sister's gonna come back from that Spa and she ain't gonna be a virgin."
"She's not a virgin," hissed Courtney. She quickly slapped her hand to her mouth, and Tre's eyes sparkled, and became ten times bigger.
"WHAT?!"
"I wasn't... Oh no!"
"When did Leah lose her virginity?!" Tre asked in amazement.
"None of your business," shouted Courtney, running away into the backyard.
At The Spa...
Leah and Mike went into the first room. There were two tables and two people
standing next to them. "Ready for a massage?" asked Leah, gently elbowing Mike's chest.
"Wait, don't you have to take your shirt off for that?" he asked, sounding nervous.
"Yeah, but don't worry, no one will see anything," she laughed. "Why? What are you hiding?"
"Nothing," he replied, again sounding nervous. He poked her back and laughed.
"What are you hiding?" Leah grinned and answered, slapping her hand to her chest. "I'm hiding breasts, Mike, breasts."
"Gee, thanks for that," he screwed his face up. Secretly, he wanted to say 'Yeah, I
know, I've spent the last sixteen years checkin' them out.'
Leah went into the changing room and came back out with a robe around her.
"Well?" she asked, "You can't get a back rub with a singlet on, Mikey, take it off and show me that sexy, manly chest," she giggled, until she saw Mike's pink cheeks. "I'm kidding, dude, chill!"
Tre and Jason sighed and sunk deep into the couch and, simultaneously, took a gulp of their Coke. "I'm so bored," muttered Tre.
"Same," mumbled Jason. "I wish I was at the Spa."
"Me too," Tre sighed. "Everyone's getting lucky 'cept us, Jase."
"I know," he smirked. "Everyone's gettin' laid and we're here watchin' fuckin' Scooby Doo."
Tre and Jason looked over and saw a twinkle in each other's eyes. They leaned in
slightly, then pulled away and faced the T.V. casually. "It wouldn't work out," mumbled Jason, again.
"Yeah," agreed Tre. "The whole Gay thing just wouldn't work for us."
"Maybe some other time."
"I think I'm drunk," Tre said suddenly.
"What makes you say that?" asked Jason, looking over at a stunned Tre. "You've only had a Coke!"
"I just tried to crack onto you, I've gotta be drunk!"
"What are you saying?" snapped Jason suspiciously.
"Well, you'd have to be pretty drunk to find you attractive," joked Tre, giggling
slightly.
Jason raised an eyebrow at Tre. "Are you callin' me ugly?" Tre, rolling up his sleeve, shrugged.
"What if I am?" Jason, being a bit of a chicken, pushed back in his chair and his eyes flickered around.
"Nothing, you were right."
"Damn straight," Tre grinned, pulling his sleeve back down.
Billie looked over at Courtney, who was checking herself out in a skirt she just tried
on. "Why are you shopping for more clothes?" asked Billie. "It's not like you don't have enough." Courtney glared at him.
"I am infatuated with clothes, ok? I'll admit," she went back into the changing room and shut the curtain. "Besides, I have money from my birthday to spend."
"You're twenty-five, and are still getting little cards with money in them?"
"Hell yeah I do," laughed Courtney. "I love it!"
Billie rolled his eyes. After a while, Courtney came out with one, measly skirt. "I sat here for half an hour and you only get ONE skirt?!"
"So?" grinned Leah. "It's a good skirt!" Billie groaned and followed her to the checkout.
"I'm never going shopping with you again, Courtney Jade."
"Don't call me that," snapped Courtney, "I'm not calling you... Billie Joe!"
"You can if you want, it doesn't bother me," he teased.
"Bastard," she muttered, paying for her skirt and walking out of the shop.
"Aw, don't be angry, Courts. Just because I've got no issues with my name."
"Courtney Jade?!" she hissed, "How could you name your child that and still say you love them?"
Billie laughed, "Well... At least you don't have the name Leah Marie."
"Meh," smiled Courtney, "My sister's name isn't as bad... Ugh, why must we always
talk about Leah?"
"I dunno," Billie shrugged. "I was always curious about twins."
"We're NOT having a threesome, Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Aw, damn," he joked. "I'm not interested in that, Courts, I wanna know... Do twins
feel each other's pain?" Courtney smiled deviously.
"Of course Billie! We read each other's minds, we eat little boys together, cast spells on toads, and sometimes we fly on our broom sticks."
"I wasn't calling you a witch, y'know?" he said sarcastically. "I just wanted to know if you have like... twins inter-" Courtney cut him off.
"Billie, sometimes we can tell what each of us are thinking, but usually it's just because it's coincidence, or because we just so happen to be thinking the same thing. And I can tell when something's wrong because...well... It's hard to explain."
He nodded.
"Did you ever swap places for a day to play tricks?"
"Oh! Get off it, Billie! Why don't you ever bother Leah with these questions?"
"I dunno, didn't think to." She smirked and kissed his cheek.
"C'mon, let's go grab a bite to eat."
Mike looked over at Leah. She was lying over on the table next to him. On her
stomach, with her head facing his direction. Her eyes were shut and she had a smile on her face. Mike could see a bit of her bare body. He shut his eyes and an image of him rubbing his hands up and down her back, he bit his bottom lip. Leah let out a moan. "Isn't this nice, Mike?"
"Yeah," he squeaked. One part of Mike wanted to pretend that Leah was moaning
over him, another part just told him to shut up, relax, and enjoy the massage.
I hate girls, he thought.
The girls were getting ready for a night out for their birthday, after Jason and Tre
insisted. Courtney was in her new skirt and one of Leah's white singlets with a Jolly
Roger symbol. Leah was in her new shirt and favourite Golf Punk pants. Tre, Mike, Billie and Jason were waiting in the lounge room. Jason and Billie were wrestling for no apparent reason, Tre was playing a game on his phone and Mike was
just thinking, about Leah.
Leah shouted from the bathroom, "HURRY UP COURTNEY!"
"HOLD ON!" Courtney shouted back. Tre rolled his eyes and sighed impatiently. Billie didn't really care, Jason badly wanted to go because Billie had him in a rather painful headlock.
"MERCY!" Jason screamed. "LEMME GO!" Billie let him go and Jason fell hopelessly onto the floor. Tre-Tre climbed onto Jason's back and started kneading the spot and laying down. "Ow," he mumbled. Courtney and Leah finally came into the room and smiled, "We're ready."
At The Club...
Billie and Courtney were dancing their asses off out on the dancefloor somewhere.
Leah was splitting her sides with Tre and Mike and Jason were off getting themselves, Tre and Leah a drink. "Mike," said Jason, putting his arm around Mike's shoulder and smiling. "Tell me about your relationship with Leah."
"It's fine," Mike quickly replied.
"But...?"
"But nothing," he said. "We're really good friends, that's all."
"You're in love with her! Don't kid yourself," he laughed, "Admit it, dude. You've
been in total and complete love for sixteen years!" Mike sighed and placed his order for the bar tender.
"I'm not answering your stupid questions, Jase."
Back at the table, Leah was gasping for air as Tre cracked joke after joke after joke. "Tre," she giggled madly. "Stop, please stop!" Tre shrugged and shut his mouth. Courtney and Billie walked over to the table, grinning.
"Where's the birthday girl's drink?" Courtney asked Jason.
"Right here," smiled Leah, lifting her glass and taking a swig.
"Ok, where's the other birthday girl's drink?"
"I forgot it," Jason said innocently. "Sorry." Someone walked past and knocked Jason, his drink went all over Leah's new, clean top.
"You BASTARD!" she screamed.
"Uh... I'm sorry, Leah, it was an accident..." stuttered a terrified Jason.
"I spent SO much money on that shirt," shrieked Billie Joe.
"You'd better start running," Courtney said coolly, taking Leah's drink and sipping it.
Jason ran away, as fast as he could, to get away from a very pissed off Leah. "Aren't you meant to follow him?" asked Tre.
"Yeah, I'm gonna," she said, quickly looking at Courtney's watch to see how many
seconds had been passed. "But I'm gonna give him a head start for his sake."
"Good idea," smiled Courtney, "Considering you're the running champ."
"Damn straight," grinned Leah.
Leah spent five minutes looking around until she saw Jason hiding on the top floor of the club. "Jason you dick! Get your ass down here!" she screamed.
"No," Jason protested. "You'll hurt me!"
"No I won't," she grinned deviously.
"I'm still not comin' down," he shouted.
They hurled insults at each other for a while, until the music stopped and Leah
screamed, for absolutely everyone to hear, "JASON YOU CRACK WHORE! GET
YOUR GIRLY ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I GET UP THERE AND KICK IT!" Everything went completely silent. Tre, Billie, Mike and Courtney didn't say a word
and just stood perfectly still with shifty eyes. Tre let out a long, fucking loud, squeaky fart. Still, he stood still, pretending he wasn't doing it, and just kept shifting his eyes around. When he had finished his World Breaking long fart, Courtney gagged. And Leah, who was standing alone in the middle of the dance floor, started pissing herself laughing... not literally. Everyone else started gagging, or laughing, and the music started again. And so did the fight between Leah and Jason. Eventually, Jason apologised and swore he'd wash the shirt later. And for the rest of the night, Leah wore Jason's jacket, just for fun.
The Next Day...
"Come on, Mikey, get up!" Mike woke up and saw Leah leaning over him, smiling.
Mike smiled and pushed her away. "Hey! Come on, get up!" Mike sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Why do I have to get up?"
"Well, you're coming to the Day Spa thing aren't you?"
"You were serious about that?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"Of course I was! C'mon, get up and get dressed!" She was just about to walk out before she turned around and said, "And bring board shorts... And may I just say, how beautiful you look this morning with your hair like that?" Mike looked over at the mirror, the top part of his hair was brushed down to his
face and the sides were poking up everywhere.
"Gee, thanks!"
After they had breakfast and everything, Mike and Leah left. "Mike's gonna get laid," Tre muttered to Courtney.
"He is not," Courtney snapped. "Lee's not like that."
"Whatever you think, Courtney, but you're sister's gonna come back from that Spa and she ain't gonna be a virgin."
"She's not a virgin," hissed Courtney. She quickly slapped her hand to her mouth, and Tre's eyes sparkled, and became ten times bigger.
"WHAT?!"
"I wasn't... Oh no!"
"When did Leah lose her virginity?!" Tre asked in amazement.
"None of your business," shouted Courtney, running away into the backyard.
At The Spa...
Leah and Mike went into the first room. There were two tables and two people
standing next to them. "Ready for a massage?" asked Leah, gently elbowing Mike's chest.
"Wait, don't you have to take your shirt off for that?" he asked, sounding nervous.
"Yeah, but don't worry, no one will see anything," she laughed. "Why? What are you hiding?"
"Nothing," he replied, again sounding nervous. He poked her back and laughed.
"What are you hiding?" Leah grinned and answered, slapping her hand to her chest. "I'm hiding breasts, Mike, breasts."
"Gee, thanks for that," he screwed his face up. Secretly, he wanted to say 'Yeah, I
know, I've spent the last sixteen years checkin' them out.'
Leah went into the changing room and came back out with a robe around her.
"Well?" she asked, "You can't get a back rub with a singlet on, Mikey, take it off and show me that sexy, manly chest," she giggled, until she saw Mike's pink cheeks. "I'm kidding, dude, chill!"
Tre and Jason sighed and sunk deep into the couch and, simultaneously, took a gulp of their Coke. "I'm so bored," muttered Tre.
"Same," mumbled Jason. "I wish I was at the Spa."
"Me too," Tre sighed. "Everyone's getting lucky 'cept us, Jase."
"I know," he smirked. "Everyone's gettin' laid and we're here watchin' fuckin' Scooby Doo."
Tre and Jason looked over and saw a twinkle in each other's eyes. They leaned in
slightly, then pulled away and faced the T.V. casually. "It wouldn't work out," mumbled Jason, again.
"Yeah," agreed Tre. "The whole Gay thing just wouldn't work for us."
"Maybe some other time."
"I think I'm drunk," Tre said suddenly.
"What makes you say that?" asked Jason, looking over at a stunned Tre. "You've only had a Coke!"
"I just tried to crack onto you, I've gotta be drunk!"
"What are you saying?" snapped Jason suspiciously.
"Well, you'd have to be pretty drunk to find you attractive," joked Tre, giggling
slightly.
Jason raised an eyebrow at Tre. "Are you callin' me ugly?" Tre, rolling up his sleeve, shrugged.
"What if I am?" Jason, being a bit of a chicken, pushed back in his chair and his eyes flickered around.
"Nothing, you were right."
"Damn straight," Tre grinned, pulling his sleeve back down.
Billie looked over at Courtney, who was checking herself out in a skirt she just tried
on. "Why are you shopping for more clothes?" asked Billie. "It's not like you don't have enough." Courtney glared at him.
"I am infatuated with clothes, ok? I'll admit," she went back into the changing room and shut the curtain. "Besides, I have money from my birthday to spend."
"You're twenty-five, and are still getting little cards with money in them?"
"Hell yeah I do," laughed Courtney. "I love it!"
Billie rolled his eyes. After a while, Courtney came out with one, measly skirt. "I sat here for half an hour and you only get ONE skirt?!"
"So?" grinned Leah. "It's a good skirt!" Billie groaned and followed her to the checkout.
"I'm never going shopping with you again, Courtney Jade."
"Don't call me that," snapped Courtney, "I'm not calling you... Billie Joe!"
"You can if you want, it doesn't bother me," he teased.
"Bastard," she muttered, paying for her skirt and walking out of the shop.
"Aw, don't be angry, Courts. Just because I've got no issues with my name."
"Courtney Jade?!" she hissed, "How could you name your child that and still say you love them?"
Billie laughed, "Well... At least you don't have the name Leah Marie."
"Meh," smiled Courtney, "My sister's name isn't as bad... Ugh, why must we always
talk about Leah?"
"I dunno," Billie shrugged. "I was always curious about twins."
"We're NOT having a threesome, Billie Joe Armstrong."
"Aw, damn," he joked. "I'm not interested in that, Courts, I wanna know... Do twins
feel each other's pain?" Courtney smiled deviously.
"Of course Billie! We read each other's minds, we eat little boys together, cast spells on toads, and sometimes we fly on our broom sticks."
"I wasn't calling you a witch, y'know?" he said sarcastically. "I just wanted to know if you have like... twins inter-" Courtney cut him off.
"Billie, sometimes we can tell what each of us are thinking, but usually it's just because it's coincidence, or because we just so happen to be thinking the same thing. And I can tell when something's wrong because...well... It's hard to explain."
He nodded.
"Did you ever swap places for a day to play tricks?"
"Oh! Get off it, Billie! Why don't you ever bother Leah with these questions?"
"I dunno, didn't think to." She smirked and kissed his cheek.
"C'mon, let's go grab a bite to eat."
Mike looked over at Leah. She was lying over on the table next to him. On her
stomach, with her head facing his direction. Her eyes were shut and she had a smile on her face. Mike could see a bit of her bare body. He shut his eyes and an image of him rubbing his hands up and down her back, he bit his bottom lip. Leah let out a moan. "Isn't this nice, Mike?"
"Yeah," he squeaked. One part of Mike wanted to pretend that Leah was moaning
over him, another part just told him to shut up, relax, and enjoy the massage.
I hate girls, he thought.
