Nobody Told Me That I Would Be Learning To French Kiss HIM in French Class! [`14]

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"Tristan Zachary," he said, his mouth filled with gummy bears. He proceeded to poke the second brother's cheek. "This is Cole."

Tristan had a short, dark brown hair with blue eyes while Cole had a lighter shade of brown, almost a dirty blond with blue-green eyes. Freckles were on his arm and hands, and he wasn't as talkative like Tristan was.

His eyes were on his Nintendo ever since I got here.

Tristan kept prodding Cole's cheek while Matt looked at the two of his brothers in bewilderment. Then he looked at me, giving me an apologetic look and I just giggled.

Out of nowhere, Cole's thumbs stopped moving and a yelp was heard from Tristan.

"Shit!" he spat. "Did you just bit me?"

"I was planning to bite your entire index finger off actually. Oh well."

"You're sick," Tristan hissed. Cole turned to me and said, "I'm awfully sorry for this person here. I don't even know if he's related to us. But if he is, I suspect there's something wrong with his brain or chromosomes or whatever that is causing him to be quite childish than he looks."

"Asshole."

I edged closer to Matt and whispered, "these two are so cute. Why don't you mention them more to me before?"

"Because of what they're doing now," Matt whispered back, rolling his eyes. Tristan was trying to grab the Nintendo from Cole's grasp, much to his discomfort. So Cole started to whack Tristan with his arm.

"Nooo, not the hair. Dude, you're messing with my hair!" Tristan scowled. Cole literally spat at Tristan's head.

"Are you always this disgusti...ng!?" he yelled, tumbling down to the floor to grab the Nintendo. He looked as if he didn't know whether to be disgusted or amused.

"Well, are you always this much of a moron?"

"Gerroofff!"

"What the hell? You're on top of ME how am I supposed to 'get off'?!"

"You guys are being so stupid right now," Matt said on top of his lungs. "Tristan, you're 25 for god's sake."

"And getting married," Cole shouted, kicking Tristan. "I swear to god Tristan if you knee my balls I would chop off yours."

"BOYS! ENOUGH!" Mrs. Zachary yelled, rushing into the room. "Can't you see we have a guest?"

"For Christ' sake, he started it!" Cole bellowed, trying to crawl away from Tristan.

"I need some fresh air, I'm pretty sure Tristan farted," Matt said, sniggering at Tristan's protests. "Dinner's not ready yet isn't it, ma?"

"It should be in a couple more minutes or so."

"I'll help set the table up," I said, smiling at an exhausted-looking Mrs. Zachary. "Oh really dear, it's unnecessary!"

"It's the least I could do," I told her, already getting up. But before I followed her to the kitchen, Matt stopped me. "Meet me outside when you're done?" he asked. I nodded. "Sure," I told him. "I'll be there in a jiffy."

Truth be told, I liked having Matt around. He can be quite annoying sometimes, but maybe that was just me. Human boys were complicated creatures, after all.

The dining room was painted a pale yellow. Numerous of pictures were hung there, but unlike at our house, these weren't any Picasso's or whats-their-faces (admittedly, I don't appreciate paintings as much as my parents do. All I knew is that I hated abstract. A lot.)

The pictures were of Matt's family.

It felt cozy. The house. It actually looked like a home.

And they didn't have many many types of forks and spoons like we got at home. Mom insisted that it looked classy. I just think it's stupid to have specific spoons for apetizers, desserts, caviar, etc. Our guests were often intimidated by it anyway.

After I was done, I excused myself and went outside. Matt was sitting there, looking as if he had nothing better to do. So he just stared at the vanilla-gradient sky. I went up to him quickly and sat right next beside him.

"I love your home," I said, grinning. "Especially your family. They're so fun!"

He snorted. "If your definition of fun is not having even 5 minutes in the bathroom without people banging at your door and barging in because you're being 'too darn long' in there, then yes, I suppose it is."

"Where's your dad?" I asked, playing with the grass. He just kept looking at the sky before sighing. "He's not around," he replied stiffly. "He left us when I was born, so..." he trailed off. Without even looking at me, he laughed. "If you're making that 'oh-that's-horrible' face then stop it. I barely even knew the man."

"Your mom must be so heartbroken," I whispered, feeling guilty asking him the question in the first place. "With all due respect, your dad's an asshole," I said, my head held high and he laughed harder.

"That he is, my friend. That he is."

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, watching flock of birds fly by before he turned to me and asked, "can I ask you something? What really happened to your brother? Don't tell me he just ditched you guys."

"He didn't," I said, my blood went cold and my heart thumping. I didn't like this question. I really didn't. Usually I just shrugged it away and say that I didn't know what happened to him, maybe he was a traveller now and maybe he had eloped.

But I caught Matt's curious gaze and I felt my heart thumping faster. I suddenly felt sick.

I didn't know if I should tell him. I didn't know if I should even trust him. Here I was, some nerd on some hunk's lawn, and he was staring at me as if expecting an answer out of me. "I...um," I started awkwardly.

"I mean, you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable with it, but I'm just...you know, curious."

I faced him and took a deep breath.

"The thing is, a few years a...go?"

I saw a flash of white, coming down faster and faster and suddenly the thing fell on Matt's arm. At first he looked at it with no interest before I jumped up and laughed.

"Oh my god, a bird pooped on you!"