just been a lot more girls hanging around than normal – you know, the kind that ju st want to hang around cause we might get famous…”
“You mean groupies?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Groupies.”
“You love the groupies.”
“I definitely love the groupies.”
I shook my head, but we both laughed as Aiden pulled into the drive. “When are the guys coming over?”
“Around five. We want to run through the whole set and that’s going to take a while.”
“Okay,” I said climbing out of the car. “Let me know if you want anything brought down .”
He slammed his door shut and pressed the fob to lock the car. “What? You’re volunteering to be my personal slave?”
I grinned. “No, just your adoring little sister.”
I left him shaking his head at me and ran off to my room. Mom wasn’t home from work yet, so I thought I’d run through one of my favorite yoga videos in the living room until she arrived. Throwing o n a pair of dark grey yoga shorts with a pink waist band, and a matching pink crop top, I scooped my hair into a high pony and bounced off to get a good workout.
I was almost through my routine , and in the middle of doing a forearm headstand, when I heard Aiden come back in. “Jesus, Mia, you’re like a fucking pretzel.”
I giggled, watching him from upside down while he rolled his eyes with a grin. To show off, I flattened my palms against the floor and pushed up into a handstand, then when I made sure I had my balance, I slowly arched over into a handstand scorpion, touching my feet to the top of my head.
Aiden narrowed his eyes and softly shook his head. Pushing myself back up to a straight handstand, I then moved my legs out into a splits position before lowering my butt slowly towards the ground. I giggled again when I saw Aiden, who was now leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed, as I held both my legs and butt a few inches off the floor while I balanced myself with my hands. “Are you impressed?” I asked.
He shot me a cocky grin. “No, but they probably are .” He jerked his head towards the other side of the room, and I turned to see Jace, Dean, and Matt standing there watching me.
My jaw dropped and I threw Aiden an incredulous look. “What the hell , Aiden! You could’ve told me!”
“Fuck , Mia, every other time I interrupt you while you’re doing yoga, you nearly rip my head off, saying I’m throwing you off your balanced state of mind or some shit.”
I flicked off the TV and threw the remote down on the coffee table. “Whatever. You’re a dick.”
I went to storm past him but he was too quick and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me in. I really wasn’t in the mood. I was seriously embarrassed, but he wouldn’t take the hint and I got mad. Using the self-defense moves I’d learned last summer, I hooked my leg around his and threw my body weight, flipping him over until he landed on the floor on his back. Taking advantage of the strength in my legs, I wrapped them around him to hold him in place while I got him in a choker hold.
Bursts of laughter erupted on the other side of the room, but I was too intent on making my twin pay. He was laughing too and it just made me crankier.
“Fuck I pity the poor guy you end up with , Mia. You’re going to kill him with that death grip you’ve got going on with your thighs.”
His words shocked me and I loosened my grip. Before I knew it, he’d thrown me off and flipped our positions, straddling me and pinning my arms beside my head. “I swear to god , Aiden. If you tickle me I’m going to lose my shit.”
“Say uncle.”
“I’m not saying shit to you.” I bucked and twisted, managing to get my hands free, and I reached up and grabbed handfuls of his hair. Aiden reached for my stomach and tickled so I pulled his hair harder, bringing his head down closer to mine. “I’ll bite you.”
“Fuck, that hurts.”
“Good. Now get off me.”
He looked at me, laughter in his eyes.
Lisa Mantchev, A.L. Purol