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I still couldn't believe it. All this time Thomas had a brother and a twin in addition, and he didn't tell me anything about it. Why?
After Thomas managed to convince Mitch that they would talk to their place later, Tom and I escorted Jimmy to the house where Malia and Scott were waiting for him. Later, brunet decided to see me off. We didn't say a word to each other most of the way, but I couldn't take it anymore, so I broke the silence.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a brother?" I asked.
"He's not a brother worth bragging about. " He replied after a long moment.
"Okay, but you could at least say that... "
"Lyds, believe me..." Rapp broke into my words. "It wasn't worth it."
"Why? " I asked. "We've talked about everything so far, or so I thought. " I added a bit sadder.
Thomas said nothing. We were already in front of my house so I headed to the door to open it, but brunet grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.
"I'm sorry. " He said. "You're right, I should've told you, but... "
"It's okay. " I entered his words. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. " I smiled slightly.
"I didn't want to tell you anything because..." Man began hesitantly. "Because it might be... Too dangerous and I don't want anything to happen to you. " Added.
"Dangerous? " I asked. "You mean you're in danger? "
Brunet looked at me.
"I was talking about you. " He said.
"And I'm about you. " I replied.
"You're not afraid that... "
"I'm worried about you. " I interrupted him.
"You don't have to. "
"Really? "
We stood in silence for a while, but I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Okay, so... See you tomorrow? " I asked uncertainly.
Brunet looked at me.
"Sure. " He replied with a slight smile.
"Then, see you tomorrow." I said and kissed his cheek goodbye.
***
The next day.
My morning ritual was the same as always. I got up, washed, combed my hair and dressed, and then went downstairs to eat. Mom was already at work. In recent days, he has more for the morning than for the afternoon. He works at school as a teacher. She probably thought that I would follow in her footsteps, but I wasn't really drawn to it. My father died in an accident two years ago, so now I only have her.
I decided to write an SMS to Thomas asking what time we will meet. I sent him off and went back to eating the cereal. After a few moments, I heard a sound signaling the receipt of a message.
Thomas: Maybe around twelve o'clock?
I glanced at the clock. I had to hurry up a bit to make it over time.
Me: So we see you at twelve at our place. I send.
Thomas: See you ;) He wrote back.
Thomas and I shared a place that we always went to. There was a pond near the forest. We found him quite recently. Nobody ventured there, so it became our meeting place that only the two of us knew about. It was peaceful and quiet there, and the sparrows often liked to come there, and I personally loved them very much.
I quickly finished eating my cereal, washed the dishes, and was about to leave when suddenly I heard the doorbell. It surprised me a bit.
"It must be Thomas. " I said to myself.
It was the first thought that came to my mind, but as I opened the door, it wasn't Thomas but his brother Mitch who appeared to me.
"What are you doing here? " I asked surprised. "How did you know where I live? "
"Can I go in? " He asked, but didn't wait for an answer, he just went inside and I blinked several times in shock.
"I'm in a hurry. " I said. "A little bit. " I added, closed the door and looked at him.
"I know. " He replied. "You have a date with my little brother. " Added and began to look around the apartment. " If you just answer a few questions, then you make on time. " He looked at me.
"Depends on what the questions you ask. " I replied.
"What do you know about father? " He got straight to the point. I was very surprised by this question.
"My father? " I asked.
"No, mine. " He replied sarcastically. "Of coruse, yours. You don't even know mine. " Added and smiled artificially.
"What do you care? "
"Just asking. "
"Me too. " I folded my hands over my chest. "Why do you ask? "
"He was friends of my friends who are not my friends anymore, but I need something from your father that will help me in something. "
I had to consider his words for a moment.
"My father is dead. " I said after a moment.
"I know. " He replied and walked closer to me. "He died in an accident. "
"How do you know? " I asked hesitantly and took a step back as he approached me.
"I know more than you think, sweetheart. " He said, and when he got even closer I took one more step back. "You are afraid of me? " Asked.
"Should I? " I answered the question with a question. I couldn't go back anymore because I found a cupboard blocking my way.
Mitch smiled mischievously. We looked at each other's eyes for a moment and then brunet looked at the watch he had on his hand. He looked back at me and just left the house.
"Damn! " I shouted and ran to the door. "I'll be late! "
I took my keys along the way, locked the front door, and headed to the meeting point.
***
"Hi! " I called out when I saw Thomas. "I'm sorry for being late. " I walked over to him.
"It's okay, nothing happened. " He said with a smile and kissed my cheek. "Something stopped you? " Guessed.
"Not something, but someone. " I replied, at which boy looked at me with surprise. "Your brother, Mitch. " I added.
"What did he want from you? " He asked immediately.
"Not from me. " I sat under the weeping willow tree, under which we used to sit. "Only from my father. "
Thomas stood thoughtfully for a moment and then sat down next to me. He knew perfectly well that my father was dead, but it seems that wasn't what he thought about it.
"He said my father had something to help him about his 'not friends'. Do you know what he meant? " I looked at brunet.
"I'm not sure. " Replied thoughtfully. "But let's not think about it now." He changed the subject and smiled broadly and gave me a red rose.
"Thank you. " I replied and gave him a warm smile. "What's the occasion? "
"I just wanted to give you a rose. " Tom smiled.
In an instant, he managed to improve my mood.
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