“Vivian are you done packing yet?” Mom called from downstairs.
I was told, since I was leaving for school, that I should start packing. Which is weird since I still have two weeks before I leave. Not like there was much to pack, since I wasn’t the one who was actually leaving.
“Uh, yeah mom!” I called down, banging on my walls to make it sound like I was really packing.
Although, banging on walls didn’t really make sense either. But seeing as mom didn’t bother me anymore, meant that she bought it.
“Hey I just got the stuff.” Sawyer whispered.
I turned around and found no one, then all of a sudden a crazy psycho jumped in front of me in nothing but black spyware…complete with moms sunglasses.
“Uh, what are you doing?” I raised my eyebrow.
“I got the stuff.” He repeated gesturing to a bag in his hands.
“What stuff?” Mom suddenly asked popping up behind him. Sawyer literally jumped like a wet cat and screamed like a girl. “And why are you wearing my sunglasses young man?” she narrowed her eyes.
Sawyer’s face contorted in a weird grimace as he stilled. “Sawyer, what are you doing?” I asked.
“If you don’t make any sudden movements, she’ll just leave.” He muttered under his breath.
Mom crossed her arms over chest, “I can hear you darling.” She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t. Say. Anything.” He hissed.
“Fine.” Mom huffed, “I can’t believe I birthed that.” She laughed walking out.
Sawyer relaxed and pulled out a bag. A bag full of clothes, this totally encaptured my attention. How sweet was my brother to go shopping for me?
“Okay so I bought clothes for you to wear as me, and some other essentials” He said and my smile dropped.
“You went shopping, and you didn’t invite me? I could have bought some clothes for myself!”
“It’s not like you can wear it anyway.” He shrugged. “So I bought all of this.” He said as he dumped three separate bags on my bed.
It was mostly clothes, that would fit a guy. All the clothes looked like something he would wear. Mostly….gulp. Black. Yes, lady and gents, my brother hated color.
He was a into that whole mysterious casanova look…
Even though I’ve told him time and time again that he is mysterious enough and that color bring out his eyes. But does he listen? Of course not, because i’m his little sister and I’m quote, ‘Not old enough to understand.’
This coming from my twin who is only ONE minute older than I am! I could have easily been the older one, if his big head wouldn’t have blocked me.
“What’s this?” I ask picking up a hair piece.
Sawyer smirked and snatched the wig, placing it on my head. “This is your wig. You’ll be wearing this a lot while i’m away.”
“A wig! You want me to wear a freaking wig!” I cried out.
“This is what you agreed to. Like you said, you can’t go to school in a skirt and high heels. Then when I come back, I’ll be dressed as a dude.”
“Sawyer, don’t you think you’re taking this too far? I mean, I won’t be in school myself, and I’ll be doing all your homework and shit. What am I getting in all of this?”
He frowned and sighed. “I know, I’m being selfish, but I need to do this for Nicky. I really love her, and I promise I’ll make this up to you somehow, but just please…”
“Sawyer I love you, you know that. But do you really think this will work?”
“Of course, I mean we both look the same! I couldn’t have asked for a better twin.” He smiled before listing off our similarities. “Same height, same brown hair, same nose, brown eyes, fair skin tone, lean built….minus your…err boobs.”
“You owe me big time.” I grumbled before I took the clothes and other essentials and stashed them in my closet.
“Now time for Sawyer training 101.” He smiled and dragged me out of the house.
“Alright when you do the kick, take a two second running start and-”
“I know what to do!” I yelled at him, “For goodness sakes I took powderpuff football remember?”
“This isn’t your grandma’s football league Vivian. This is high school football. You’ll literally be playing with the big boys.” Sawyer reminded me for the upteenth time.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of my way. “Watch and learn.”
I took the two second running head start. I could do kicking in my sleep, that’s how good I was. Using all the light force in my right leg I kicked the football into the field goal. It surpassed it and flew out of sight.
Smirking I turned to my brother who shared my same smirk. “I think I can handle the big boys.”
“You sure can Vivi.” Sawyer smiled proudly before ordering me to start on the cool downs.
An hour and a half later, I was drenched in sweat. But surprisingly I felt refreshed. It had been three years since I stopped playing football.
After my parents divorce, I had stopped playing for two reasons. One, the school cut the team. Although they had offered me and few girls a spot on the boys teams, I still declined. Since the divorce I hadn’t had the urge to play anymore.
After football, I had stayed away from the field. Instead I found an interest in fashion. Thus the reason for going to Maddie Dale. They were the leading fine arts preparatory school on the east coast. I was accepted into the design school program and was in the works of my first junior clothing line.
“You did great out there Vivi.” Sawyer complimented me patting me on my back.
“Thanks.” I heaved trying to catch my breath.
“Next order of business…being a dude.” He smiled evilly.
“Dear god no.” I cried out, my legs feeling like jello.
“Okay Vivi, you’re going to be spending a lot of time with guys, so you have to know how they work.” Sawyer explained.
Currently we were sat in his room. Although we had been here for about a month, Sawyer had managed to stink up his room already.
It smelled like five years worth of gym socks had molded into the room. There was no way I could handle being in his room a minute longer!
“Dear god Sawyer, what died in here?” I muffled when I covered my mouth with my hand.
“That, my dear sister, is the smell of a man. Get used to it, my room smells like peaches compared to a boys locker room.”
“This is fucking peaches?” I screeched, my eyes watering from the powerful stench wafting through the air.
“Now for the first test, I need you to step into the closet of doom.” He said pushing me into his closet.
“No. Please I’m not ready! Sawyer I’ll never forgive you!” I cried out hysterically as he pushed me in and locked the door.
It smelled like death pissed on a homeless guy who died three days ago near a landfill. Is that me being dramatic? Maybe, but it was really foul smelling.
“Sawyer I’m going to kill you!” I choked out.
“It’s for the greater good.” He called back, “You need to experience the smell and embrace it. It’s part of being a guy!”
I pounded on the door until I felt light headed. The smell in here was too strong for me. Finally I gave up, and rested my head against the door.
Then as if the timing couldn’t have been more perfect, Sawyer opened his door. I fell face first onto the floor with a dull thud.
“Whoops, sorry Vivi.” He chuckled helping me off.
“I.Hate.You.” I mumbled subconsciously.
“Ready for round two?” He asked….I’m not sure, but I think I groaned in response.