Am I Jinxed? Or Am I Just Stoned?, chapter 3
Still MJ's POV
We all walked into Billie's house, with Mike, Tre, and I racing to the TV. Billie and AJ went into the kitchen to talk. No doubt about guitars or how different my twin is from me.
I sat on the loveseat, Mike in the La-Z-Boy, and Tre next to me. Again, I tuned out the TV and listened in on AJ's conversation.
"So what's up?" my twin asked, and from what I could see, was looking in the fridge for something.
"Not much, thinking about dying my hair again. Maybe I'll get Tre to dye his green again. But I don't know."
I saw AJ pull out two cans of something. The first, I saw, was a Pepsi. She set it on the table. The second was a beer, and she handed that to Billie. "Thanks." He replied, grinning like a complete idiot.
"Hey, MJ?" I turned to Tre. I hadn't realized he was staring at me.
"Yeah?" I said, twiddling my thumbs.
"Are you... Mad at me, for kissing you?" I thought about whether I should tell him I liked him right then and there.
"No, I'm not mad, but AJ thinks I am, so if I yell at you about it for no reason, it's for AJ."
He paused, as if putting all this together. "So, you liked it?"
I nodded. "Do you like me? Cause when you kissed me, I sure got that impression."
He blushed, "Everyone thinks I kissed you to be perverted. No one understands that I'm not just a perverted bastard, that I can be human too. I really like you MJ, and I know we just met... But," He took a breath. "Will you go out with me?"
My eyes went wide. Suddenly, Mike started clapping. AJ and Billie joined. I smiled, and nodded vigorously. We hugged, and I was very happy. No, I mean, Very happy. No, not that very happy, VERY happy.
AJ's POV
I can't say I was happy for MJ. I only made it look like I was. In my opinion, Tre was at the bottom of the ladder. But I would never say that to her. Turning around, I sat down in a chair out of MJ's view.
Then, and idea hit me. "That's it!" I shouted, causing everyone except Mike to look at me. Blushing, I murmured, "Never mind... "
When we got home, it was MJ's turn to cook dinner, since our bitch of a foster mom decided to be lazy once again. I ran up stairs, into MJ's bathroom. I pulled out her hair dye, thankful she had all the colors that she had now. I started dyeing my hair blonde. I had asked MJ to put my dinner in the microwave, so I wouldn't be disturbed. After the blonde was done, I put in green streaks, and followed with the black. Once I was absolutely finished, I tucked my hair under my hat and grabbed dinner. No one noticed me, for which I'm thankful.
I called Billie, and a woman picked up the phone.
"Mrs. Armstrong? Is Billie there?" I asked.
"Dear, please call me Ollie. And yes, he is here. Practicing playing his beat up guitar no doubt." I heard Billie's name being called in the background, and Ollie returned.
"He's gonna pick up the extension. So how did you two meet? That crappy place Bill... "
Ollie was cut off with a distinct, "MOM!" from Billie. The line was quiet.
"So... "
"Sh! She's still on." As soon as those words passed from his lips, a click was heard, and we could talk.
"Billie Joe, I dyed my hair exactly like MJ's."
"Uh, why? To make it harder for me and Tre to tell who's who?
"No silly. So Tre will mistake me as MJ and then I can break up with him!"
We all walked into Billie's house, with Mike, Tre, and I racing to the TV. Billie and AJ went into the kitchen to talk. No doubt about guitars or how different my twin is from me.
I sat on the loveseat, Mike in the La-Z-Boy, and Tre next to me. Again, I tuned out the TV and listened in on AJ's conversation.
"So what's up?" my twin asked, and from what I could see, was looking in the fridge for something.
"Not much, thinking about dying my hair again. Maybe I'll get Tre to dye his green again. But I don't know."
I saw AJ pull out two cans of something. The first, I saw, was a Pepsi. She set it on the table. The second was a beer, and she handed that to Billie. "Thanks." He replied, grinning like a complete idiot.
"Hey, MJ?" I turned to Tre. I hadn't realized he was staring at me.
"Yeah?" I said, twiddling my thumbs.
"Are you... Mad at me, for kissing you?" I thought about whether I should tell him I liked him right then and there.
"No, I'm not mad, but AJ thinks I am, so if I yell at you about it for no reason, it's for AJ."
He paused, as if putting all this together. "So, you liked it?"
I nodded. "Do you like me? Cause when you kissed me, I sure got that impression."
He blushed, "Everyone thinks I kissed you to be perverted. No one understands that I'm not just a perverted bastard, that I can be human too. I really like you MJ, and I know we just met... But," He took a breath. "Will you go out with me?"
My eyes went wide. Suddenly, Mike started clapping. AJ and Billie joined. I smiled, and nodded vigorously. We hugged, and I was very happy. No, I mean, Very happy. No, not that very happy, VERY happy.
AJ's POV
I can't say I was happy for MJ. I only made it look like I was. In my opinion, Tre was at the bottom of the ladder. But I would never say that to her. Turning around, I sat down in a chair out of MJ's view.
Then, and idea hit me. "That's it!" I shouted, causing everyone except Mike to look at me. Blushing, I murmured, "Never mind... "
When we got home, it was MJ's turn to cook dinner, since our bitch of a foster mom decided to be lazy once again. I ran up stairs, into MJ's bathroom. I pulled out her hair dye, thankful she had all the colors that she had now. I started dyeing my hair blonde. I had asked MJ to put my dinner in the microwave, so I wouldn't be disturbed. After the blonde was done, I put in green streaks, and followed with the black. Once I was absolutely finished, I tucked my hair under my hat and grabbed dinner. No one noticed me, for which I'm thankful.
I called Billie, and a woman picked up the phone.
"Mrs. Armstrong? Is Billie there?" I asked.
"Dear, please call me Ollie. And yes, he is here. Practicing playing his beat up guitar no doubt." I heard Billie's name being called in the background, and Ollie returned.
"He's gonna pick up the extension. So how did you two meet? That crappy place Bill... "
Ollie was cut off with a distinct, "MOM!" from Billie. The line was quiet.
"So... "
"Sh! She's still on." As soon as those words passed from his lips, a click was heard, and we could talk.
"Billie Joe, I dyed my hair exactly like MJ's."
"Uh, why? To make it harder for me and Tre to tell who's who?
"No silly. So Tre will mistake me as MJ and then I can break up with him!"
