Status: hiatus
Two of Them
Just So Different
I'm at the dinner table with Cathy and my dad.
“So how was your day at the office?” Cathy asks, pouring wine in her glass. I swallow my food.
“Interesting... I bumped into Bill and Tom.”
“Yeah, you’ll be seeing them all the time now,” dad adds. I pause.
“Why?”
“The boys are finish their tour in Asia, so they’ll be hanging around Hamburg.”
A little agitated, I reply, “When you say Hamburg, you mean here.”
He nods, not really paying attention to me, “Parents’ house is much further in town, it’s easier to travel from here to the studio.”
“You mean they are staying here—living here?” I stutter.
“Why, you don’t like them? They are nice boys.” Cathy says.
“But didn’t you see the way they acted the other day?” I say.
“They bicker. They’re brothers.” Cathy brushes off.
“That was not bickering,” I shake my head in disbelief, “And they clearly don’t like me.”
“Don’t worry about it Gen,” dad says leaving the table to answer his phone.
And I guess it's the end of the discussion.
I pout and lean back in my chair.
After emailing my friend about my bad day, I decide to shower and change in my pyjamas. I throw my pants in the basket and grab the hem of my shirt to take it off.
Just as I raise it up, my room door busts open, making me jump in fright and fall, blind.
I land on my bed and shriek with my shirt stuck over my head, panicking. I try to pull my shirt off until I feel a pair of large hands on me.
The shirt pops off my head and I saw that same annoyed face.
Tom.
I scream and grab back my shirt to cover up.
“What are you doing in here? Get out!” I push him.
He tosses my hand away.
“I thought this was the guestroom,” he says walking out.
All my blood rushes to my face. I dash and close back the door once he was gone.
I growl to myself.
What is this guy’s problem! Why can’t he knock?
I feel really embarrassed.
Once I'm done changing, I walk out of my room and look around. My dad's downstairs, still on his phone.
I walk in the hall way and saw the boys in their guest room.
“Hey, Genève,” Bill calls out.
I turn back and wave.
“I hear you’ll be staying...”
“Yeah, we always stay here after tours.”
I nod awkwardly. I’m still caught up on what happened with Tom.
Bill continues to talk, “It’s the last place paparazzi can find us.”
Tom comes out of the room and groans.
“He’s mad because we have to share rooms since you’re here too,” Bill explains once Tom was downstairs.
That’s why he barged into my room.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. He’s just acting like a kid looking for attention, so ignore him.”
“Well, I’m going to bed. It’s late. Goodnight.”
Bill just smiles, “Goodnight.”
Is it normal for brothers to be so different?
“So how was your day at the office?” Cathy asks, pouring wine in her glass. I swallow my food.
“Interesting... I bumped into Bill and Tom.”
“Yeah, you’ll be seeing them all the time now,” dad adds. I pause.
“Why?”
“The boys are finish their tour in Asia, so they’ll be hanging around Hamburg.”
A little agitated, I reply, “When you say Hamburg, you mean here.”
He nods, not really paying attention to me, “Parents’ house is much further in town, it’s easier to travel from here to the studio.”
“You mean they are staying here—living here?” I stutter.
“Why, you don’t like them? They are nice boys.” Cathy says.
“But didn’t you see the way they acted the other day?” I say.
“They bicker. They’re brothers.” Cathy brushes off.
“That was not bickering,” I shake my head in disbelief, “And they clearly don’t like me.”
“Don’t worry about it Gen,” dad says leaving the table to answer his phone.
And I guess it's the end of the discussion.
I pout and lean back in my chair.
After emailing my friend about my bad day, I decide to shower and change in my pyjamas. I throw my pants in the basket and grab the hem of my shirt to take it off.
Just as I raise it up, my room door busts open, making me jump in fright and fall, blind.
I land on my bed and shriek with my shirt stuck over my head, panicking. I try to pull my shirt off until I feel a pair of large hands on me.
The shirt pops off my head and I saw that same annoyed face.
Tom.
I scream and grab back my shirt to cover up.
“What are you doing in here? Get out!” I push him.
He tosses my hand away.
“I thought this was the guestroom,” he says walking out.
All my blood rushes to my face. I dash and close back the door once he was gone.
I growl to myself.
What is this guy’s problem! Why can’t he knock?
I feel really embarrassed.
Once I'm done changing, I walk out of my room and look around. My dad's downstairs, still on his phone.
I walk in the hall way and saw the boys in their guest room.
“Hey, Genève,” Bill calls out.
I turn back and wave.
“I hear you’ll be staying...”
“Yeah, we always stay here after tours.”
I nod awkwardly. I’m still caught up on what happened with Tom.
Bill continues to talk, “It’s the last place paparazzi can find us.”
Tom comes out of the room and groans.
“He’s mad because we have to share rooms since you’re here too,” Bill explains once Tom was downstairs.
That’s why he barged into my room.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. He’s just acting like a kid looking for attention, so ignore him.”
“Well, I’m going to bed. It’s late. Goodnight.”
Bill just smiles, “Goodnight.”
Is it normal for brothers to be so different?