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Title: Of Twins, Fish Poo, And The Top God Only Knows How Many Reasons Why I’d Rather Be A Girl: Chapter Two: Play Rehearsal
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
Shady Lake, Virginia
August 12, 2007
August is hot this year. August is hot every year but this year it is particularly bad. This is the fourth day of triple digit temperatures and even the shade of the covered walkway outside Shady Lake High School provides no relief from the heat. I could be watching the play rehearsal from inside the cool air conditioned theater but I still – even after five years – can not bear to see my sister and Trinity together. So instead of sitting inside the cool air conditioned theater I have chosen to wait for my sister and my best friend outside. As I suck on the tip of a cherry popcicle I cannot help wishing it is something else I am sucking on. The thought brings more thoughts of Trinity and I look through the window of the theater.
On stage Trinity and Kari stand facing one another. The window is at the back of the theater and the stage is at the front so I am unable to hear anything they are saying but I can see just fine. At eighteen years old Trinity is a little over six feet tall. His hair is bright blue – dyed that way just for the occasion by me and Kari – and is chin length when it lies flat but he always spikes it up in random places. It had been blond before we got hold of it. His eyes – even though I cannot really see them well enough to tell from here – are a light purple color like I’ve never seen in anyone else. Today’s rehearsal is not a dress rehearsal – that comes at the end of next week – so he is wearing an old pair of greenish brown cargo pants cut off just above his knees, an orange Billabong slim fit tee that clings to his chest and stomach and leaves nothing to the imagination, and a pair of black flip flops. He has just returned from a two week vacation in Hawaii with his family where he has learned to surf and his skin has acquired a gorgeous golden tan.
I suck on my cherry popcicle again and again I wish it were something else – like a certain part of Trinity’s anatomy – that I am sucking on.
Five years ago my sister told Trinity that we would look different when we grew older despite being identical twins but it turns out that she was wrong. Kari and I are still identical right down to our hairstyles even though we seldom dress alike anymore. We both have fiery red hair that is neither straight nor curly but somewhere in between that makes it hard to tame. When we wear it down it comes to just past our shoulders but today Kari is wearing hers up in a ponytail with a faux diamond studded headband holding back her bangs. Mine is just pulled up in a ponytail, the end of which brushes against the back of my neck and makes it itch. My own bangs are hanging in my face because they are not quite long enough to tuck behind my ear and I forgot to borrow one of my sister’s headbands this morning. We have the same heart shaped faces, the same round blue eyes and we often wear the same clothes, just not at the same time. Today Kari is wearing a loose purple tank top with little multi colored ice cream cones all over it and a purple denim skirt barely long enough to cover her butt with a pair of strappy purple sandals. I – in contrast – am not because I draw the line at wearing my sister’s skirts no matter how much I wish I were a girl. I have, however, raided her closet again today and am wearing a white tee shirt with a sparkly pink star on the front of it and a pair of really short pink sparkly swim shorts – apparently they’re the bottom part of one of her bikinis or something – with little white stars on them and a pair of pink flip flops that are actually mine.
I wiggle, trying to get comfortable but the cement I am sitting on is hard. And the thought of something being hard reminds me of Trinity and what I would like to see hard. I glance through the window again but Kari and Trinity are no longer on the stage. Play practice must be over.
As that thought crosses my mind the theater door – the one I am sitting next to – opens and I scramble to my feet just as Trinity steps outside. “Hey! Kiri!” he says sounding extraordinarily happy to see me. Then, as if to prove it, he hugs me. Trinity’s hugs are something I get all the time but that does not make them any less special. Either because he’s so much bigger than me – and oh. My. God. Just look at the muscles in his arms – or because Kari and I are – and have always been – really tiny but a hug from Trinity lifts me off my feet every time. This time he lifts me up several inches and spins around in a circle so fast I am dizzy when he finally puts me back on my feet beside Kari.
“I told you that you could come inside the theater and watch,” Kari says. “But Mrs. Finnegan says on Monday you have to be there.” Mrs. Finnegan is the staff advisor for the drama club. Our summer production is Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Trinity plays Oberon and Kari plays Titania. Because we’re twins I am Kari’s understudy.
I hate acting but not as much as I hate seeing Kari and Trinity together.
“Hey. Where’s your bag?” Trinity asks when he finally puts me down.
I’ve never seen him hug Kari the way he hugs me. There’s no twirling there. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him hug Kari at all, come to think of it. And still he prefers her over me.
Because she’s a girl.
Our plans are to meet here today after play rehearsal – which we’ve done – to go down to the beach – where it’s too hot to stay for very long. “I already put it in the car,” I tell him. Trinity’s car is a bright red jeep. It’s one of those kind where the top like snaps or buttons or zips on or whatever but he hardly ever has the top on so when I first got to the school earlier it was easy enough to leave my backpack in the backseat.
Even so it is not like I need a lot of stuff to take with me.
“I have to stop at home and get Avalon,” Trinity says. Avalon is his husky. When she stands on her back legs she is as tall as I am. “You can take her for a walk down the beach or something.”
That’s fine with me. I love Avalon. She’s really sweet even though she’s a huge dog. I can’t help thinking the whole reason Trinity is bringing her is so I can play with her.
Author: Allison Wonderland
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kiri thinks his best friend Trinity could never love him because he is not a girl like his twin sister Kari but during an accidental sleepover he finds out differently. One shot.
Warning(s): Language, homosexuality, sex with a minor.
Disclaimer: Mine. Slimy paws are to be kept off unless I have given my permission otherwise.
Note(s): Inspired by the manga Because I’m A Boy by Asia Watanabe
Shady Lake, Virginia
August 12, 2007
August is hot this year. August is hot every year but this year it is particularly bad. This is the fourth day of triple digit temperatures and even the shade of the covered walkway outside Shady Lake High School provides no relief from the heat. I could be watching the play rehearsal from inside the cool air conditioned theater but I still – even after five years – can not bear to see my sister and Trinity together. So instead of sitting inside the cool air conditioned theater I have chosen to wait for my sister and my best friend outside. As I suck on the tip of a cherry popcicle I cannot help wishing it is something else I am sucking on. The thought brings more thoughts of Trinity and I look through the window of the theater.
On stage Trinity and Kari stand facing one another. The window is at the back of the theater and the stage is at the front so I am unable to hear anything they are saying but I can see just fine. At eighteen years old Trinity is a little over six feet tall. His hair is bright blue – dyed that way just for the occasion by me and Kari – and is chin length when it lies flat but he always spikes it up in random places. It had been blond before we got hold of it. His eyes – even though I cannot really see them well enough to tell from here – are a light purple color like I’ve never seen in anyone else. Today’s rehearsal is not a dress rehearsal – that comes at the end of next week – so he is wearing an old pair of greenish brown cargo pants cut off just above his knees, an orange Billabong slim fit tee that clings to his chest and stomach and leaves nothing to the imagination, and a pair of black flip flops. He has just returned from a two week vacation in Hawaii with his family where he has learned to surf and his skin has acquired a gorgeous golden tan.
I suck on my cherry popcicle again and again I wish it were something else – like a certain part of Trinity’s anatomy – that I am sucking on.
Five years ago my sister told Trinity that we would look different when we grew older despite being identical twins but it turns out that she was wrong. Kari and I are still identical right down to our hairstyles even though we seldom dress alike anymore. We both have fiery red hair that is neither straight nor curly but somewhere in between that makes it hard to tame. When we wear it down it comes to just past our shoulders but today Kari is wearing hers up in a ponytail with a faux diamond studded headband holding back her bangs. Mine is just pulled up in a ponytail, the end of which brushes against the back of my neck and makes it itch. My own bangs are hanging in my face because they are not quite long enough to tuck behind my ear and I forgot to borrow one of my sister’s headbands this morning. We have the same heart shaped faces, the same round blue eyes and we often wear the same clothes, just not at the same time. Today Kari is wearing a loose purple tank top with little multi colored ice cream cones all over it and a purple denim skirt barely long enough to cover her butt with a pair of strappy purple sandals. I – in contrast – am not because I draw the line at wearing my sister’s skirts no matter how much I wish I were a girl. I have, however, raided her closet again today and am wearing a white tee shirt with a sparkly pink star on the front of it and a pair of really short pink sparkly swim shorts – apparently they’re the bottom part of one of her bikinis or something – with little white stars on them and a pair of pink flip flops that are actually mine.
I wiggle, trying to get comfortable but the cement I am sitting on is hard. And the thought of something being hard reminds me of Trinity and what I would like to see hard. I glance through the window again but Kari and Trinity are no longer on the stage. Play practice must be over.
As that thought crosses my mind the theater door – the one I am sitting next to – opens and I scramble to my feet just as Trinity steps outside. “Hey! Kiri!” he says sounding extraordinarily happy to see me. Then, as if to prove it, he hugs me. Trinity’s hugs are something I get all the time but that does not make them any less special. Either because he’s so much bigger than me – and oh. My. God. Just look at the muscles in his arms – or because Kari and I are – and have always been – really tiny but a hug from Trinity lifts me off my feet every time. This time he lifts me up several inches and spins around in a circle so fast I am dizzy when he finally puts me back on my feet beside Kari.
“I told you that you could come inside the theater and watch,” Kari says. “But Mrs. Finnegan says on Monday you have to be there.” Mrs. Finnegan is the staff advisor for the drama club. Our summer production is Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Trinity plays Oberon and Kari plays Titania. Because we’re twins I am Kari’s understudy.
I hate acting but not as much as I hate seeing Kari and Trinity together.
“Hey. Where’s your bag?” Trinity asks when he finally puts me down.
I’ve never seen him hug Kari the way he hugs me. There’s no twirling there. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him hug Kari at all, come to think of it. And still he prefers her over me.
Because she’s a girl.
Our plans are to meet here today after play rehearsal – which we’ve done – to go down to the beach – where it’s too hot to stay for very long. “I already put it in the car,” I tell him. Trinity’s car is a bright red jeep. It’s one of those kind where the top like snaps or buttons or zips on or whatever but he hardly ever has the top on so when I first got to the school earlier it was easy enough to leave my backpack in the backseat.
Even so it is not like I need a lot of stuff to take with me.
“I have to stop at home and get Avalon,” Trinity says. Avalon is his husky. When she stands on her back legs she is as tall as I am. “You can take her for a walk down the beach or something.”
That’s fine with me. I love Avalon. She’s really sweet even though she’s a huge dog. I can’t help thinking the whole reason Trinity is bringing her is so I can play with her.
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