Twice The Trouble Book 2 of 2: Twice The Love

Chapter 29: Growing Pains

Stacy

"Liam met someone new and he wants you to meet her?" I asked my 19-year-old twin who was lying on her side on her green-colored bed.

Friday evening found the two of us in our co-ed bedroom, vast and air-conditioned, half the room was decorated in green (Sophia's half) and the other half coated in pink (My half). The place kind of resembled a box-shaped strawberry, if there were yellow seeds painted on the walls.

While Sophia was already in her pajamas--baggy shirt, short boxers, her long brown tresses in a low, wavy ponytail, her body hunched into fetus position as she embraced her body pillow of Chat from Miraculous Ladybug--I was preparing for a night out with my girl friends.

"He wanted it to be a surprise so he wouldn't tell me her name," replied Sophia.

I smiled at my reflection in the vanity mirror--my twin's mirror, to be exact. 

"Do you want me to come with you tomorrow?" I asked while applying a tint of glossy pink along my upper lip. There was no point in wearing my signature strawberry-flavored lipstick. I wasn't planning on kissing anybody tonight.

"I think I can handle meeting my close friend's potential girlfriend."

"Suit yourself." I puckered my lips, then got up from my stool.

I took a step back to survey my reflection one more time.

Luscious golden hair bunched up into a high, tousled bun, exposing my exquisite nape. And around my neck was a silver chain, with a silver half-heart pendant dangling in the center.

My tall, impressive figure was clad in a red, sleeveless dress which hugged my upper body nicely, the soft red fabric flaring from the waist down, the hemline flowing past my knees. I teamed the outfit with a pair of white one-inch heeled sandals so I could dance in comfort.

Miles,Selena,and I agreed to go to a famous dance club--A half-hour drive to Manila from here in Quezon City. None of us owned a car nor a license despite being nineteen, Selena's older brother, Elmo (A successful 24 year-old interior designer visiting from America) gallantly offered to give us a ride to and from the club (after an hour of wheedling from his sister).

Besides, I knew Bro Elmo, and like me with Sophia, he was extremely protective of his sibling.

Selena was flighty and more reckless than usual whenever she gets intoxicated.

A few minutes later, while I made sure I had my comb, lip gloss, and phone in my purse, I gazed out the window and spotted a faintly familiar white Toyota peeling into the driveway.

"Time to party!" Miles whooped from the backseat. She wore her wavy black hair down and a fitted plum halter dress ending above her knees, and her legs were covered in brown leather gladiator boots.

I laughed gaily as I slid into the seat beside her.

"We all look fucking fantastic!" trilled Selena from the passenger's seat, strapped in by at least two black leather seat belts. Her hair was tied back into a high, bronze ponytail, swishing back and forth, following her every movement. She wore a strapless orange dress with a fluffy skirt and a chic pair of white wedges.

Miles and I burst into laughter when Elmo ordered Selena not to get too inebriated, not to sleep with anyone, and not end up in a viral video the next morning.

Upon arriving at Time (the nightclub), Bro Elmo reminded us that he would return by midnight.

The second his white Toyota pulled away, the three of us checked our phones' clocks.