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[mood|
angry]
[music| "on and on" steriogram]
[title] By Some Twist of Fate
[author] hott_twins_rock
[pairing] Benjoel. AU (twins but don’t know it)
[summary] Joel’s adopted and he had to change schools because of his past. Little does he know his past is in his future. -just read.
[disclaimer] I own the computer that I wrote this on, but sadly not the characters involved.
[dedication] to veggielover because her reviews should set precedent for others. and shes amazing !
part 1:
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part 2:
Crazy to put everything into perspective now - all of the events of the past six months unraveling before my eyes and I can see my life as some cheap preview for a movie that gives an overdose of plot and seems a bit too cliché.
I moved away from my security and was thrown into a new life with no say and believed that is just what life does to people. I’ve puked a few times to make weight for wrestling, graduated from high school for my mother’s sake, and hers only, and now I’m living with a the dude that I dated for a little over two months, who is evidently my identical twin brother. Apparently our biological mother lacked all proper decision making skills and put me up for adoption in New York, then flying across country in abandonment, or in Benji’s defense, to be with family to raise him, but found that to be too difficult so she dumped him here with another casual decision.
Thanks mom.
Anyway, so Benji is at some pre-freshman weekend bonding crap blah blah and Tim, Benji’s dad, wanted to make sure that Benji was settled in the apartment long before the semester started to ensure a smooth transition for him. He also thought that I might be on the better end of job opportunities if I searched long before the hungry and broke students return and realize that mommy and daddy’s wallet isn’t lying around open anymore - which in actuality still pretty much is because they are paying some thirty grand to ship their kid off to school. Now they can gain essential life experience, such as cleaning up their own puke and dragging their hung over selves to some place productive the following morning.
I don’t think very highly of college. It’s just an extension of high school but with more beer.
But I’m really not complaining because now I have some sense of freedom and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s nice to wake up and come out of your room and someone not standing right there ready to swing at you, whether verbally or physically. Actually there was one incident two days ago where I left a spoon in the peanut butter jar and put it back and Benji called me a pig and slapped me but it was pretty much a pussy slap so I have no complaints. Plus I kicked his ass afterwards so it’s all good.
So while he’s at his little ‘day camp’ today I’m supposed to be looking for a job but I’m already too far into this America’s Next Top Model marathon to do so, and these girls are just plain catty. I like that Eva Diva though; she’s a cool chick.
I glance down at my watch as the sixth episode ends and I note that Benji should have been back an hour ago. I fight the slight urge to call him a) because the phone is a ‘get up and go across the room after you’ve been sitting for six hours’ walk away and b) I figure that he probably saw an Arby’s and got excited.
-Speak of the devil.
I look up, disappointed when I notice that there is no left over bag from Arby’s.
“Where have you been?” I ask.
“Sorry, I forgot to call mom,” he says as he drops his keys to the table top.
“I thought maybe you were getting food because I wanted some,” I defend, to make it look as though I hadn’t been checking the clock.
“Yeah I stopped at Arby’s.”
“I KNEW IT!” I shout with satisfaction. I grin and fall back against the chair. “I like this twin thing.”
“Or it could be that the grease is just embedded in my clothes and you could smell it,” he says as he pulls off his shirt and throws it in the ‘when we have no more clothes we will wash these’ pile. My eyes can’t help but drop to his chest and then to his back when he turns around to sift through the fridge. I watch him as he grabs a water bottle and walks off towards his room.
I listen as he turns the water on and I turn my attention back to the commercial that the girls are trying to learn for their next challenge. Go Eva.
The truth was I did like having him as a brother and I believe our relationship got stronger when we left all of that shit that happened in the past and just let things be as they are. It’s cool though - feeling connected to someone and saying that I actually have family again - I don’t know, I just don’t want to lose it. I know your family is who raised you and who had the most influence over you and although Benji has been absent for so long I have learned a lot from him. He opened my eyes to being considerate to others and not making my life about me, but also about those around me. I can see the good in situations now, but I still have my cranky, ‘fuck the world!’ spurts too, but that is just me. And who doesn’t wish that one day they found out they had a twin?
And all that other shit, like everything that happened right after I moved, I have thrown in a small box of memories that I keep tightly sealed and is never reopened unless to add more situations that I am not proud of. The feelings that I had for him were mislead and obviously a deep brotherly love.
There is a knock on the door and Benji yells for me to get it. Usually I wait for him to get it anyway because I’m lazy so instead of yelling back, “why don’t you?” I get up and just answer it.
See the consideration. I should get a medal for this shit.
I open the door, my stomach praying that he ordered me a pizza and if he did it was the hottest pizza delivery boy I have ever seen.
“Hey,” he says with a smile. “Geez, you’re right you can change quick.”
“Oh, um, I’m Joel,” I say as I step aside. Since we found out that we are brothers it seems as though we have begun to look more alike. Then again I am wearing his shirt and he’s wearing my dickies, but I’m missing the lip ring that he has so boldly decided to start wearing again. Leave it to Benji to bring a boy home within the first four hours of being on campus.
“Benji is my brother,” I clarify as he steps inside the apartment.
“Yeah, I can see that. Twins?”
“Yep, and you are?” I ask, not meaning to sound rude but it just happens when I talk.
“Jake,” he says as he sticks out his hand to shake mine. “Joel you said?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll be right there!” Benji yells from his room and we both laugh and that’s when I notice the deep shade of hazel in his eyes, the dimples in his cheeks, and the blinding white of his teeth.
Benji’s gaydar is amazing I tell you.
“I have that shirt too,” I comment on his forest green Sublime shirt. “Then again who doesn’t?”
So my small talk skills suck. Can’t be good at everything.
Benji emerges moments later and smiles, his lip ring reflecting the light in the small kitchen that we are all gathered in.
“Jake lives a few blocks from here and he offered to show me around, do you want to come?” Benji asks and I just know that he wants me to make up some lame excuse and decline the invitation so he can have Jake to himself.
“Sure, let me grab my shoes,” I say with a smirk and Benji’s smile fades and his eyes narrow on me.
I turn towards my room when he begins to talk “I think they are in my room, come and see,” Benji says as he grabs my shirt and drags me into his room. I laugh as he gives me a shove against the wall and he paces nervously.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He asks as he tries to whisper angrily. It’s really amusing.
“What? You offered, so I accepted. Now, where are these shoes?” I ask as I look around on the floor. I pick up another one of my shirts that I don’t remember lending him and kick a soda can out of the way.
“Fuck you Joel, geez you know I was only asking you so I don’t look like a prick,” he says and I laugh.
“I’m just playing gosh don’t cry,” I say and then I open the door and walk out of his room.
“Well I can’t find them and I only own one pair of shoes and I can’t fit into big foot’s over here so looks like I’m out,” I say with a shrug. “Have fun though.”
Benji steps out of his room and ignores me as he grabs for his keys.
“Make sure you get to bed at ten okay, because I know how you get grouchy if you don’t get ten hours of sleep. And your special cream is in the bathroom all ready for you, I refilled the prescription today,” he says with a grin.
“Thank you Benji,” I say through gritted teeth. “Oh and Jake don’t take him any place with spicy food otherwise it won’t be a fun car ride home…for either of you.”
“And we’re out, bye,” Benji says as he turns towards the door and opens it. “Later little brother,” he says sweetly, laced with an underlying malicious tone.
I wave goodbye as he closes the door behind him. I sigh and realize it’s just the models and me again.
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a/n: feel free to spank me for not updating in a long time. my computer + LJ are not playing well right now so there are about 3 people helping me post this.
angry]
[music| "on and on" steriogram]
[title] By Some Twist of Fate
[author] hott_twins_rock
[pairing] Benjoel. AU (twins but don’t know it)
[summary] Joel’s adopted and he had to change schools because of his past. Little does he know his past is in his future. -just read.
[disclaimer] I own the computer that I wrote this on, but sadly not the characters involved.
[dedication] to veggielover because her reviews should set precedent for others. and shes amazing !
part 1:
|01|02|03|04|05|
|06|07|08|09|10|
|11|12|13|14|15|
|16|17|18|19|20|
|21|22|
part 2:
Crazy to put everything into perspective now - all of the events of the past six months unraveling before my eyes and I can see my life as some cheap preview for a movie that gives an overdose of plot and seems a bit too cliché.
I moved away from my security and was thrown into a new life with no say and believed that is just what life does to people. I’ve puked a few times to make weight for wrestling, graduated from high school for my mother’s sake, and hers only, and now I’m living with a the dude that I dated for a little over two months, who is evidently my identical twin brother. Apparently our biological mother lacked all proper decision making skills and put me up for adoption in New York, then flying across country in abandonment, or in Benji’s defense, to be with family to raise him, but found that to be too difficult so she dumped him here with another casual decision.
Thanks mom.
Anyway, so Benji is at some pre-freshman weekend bonding crap blah blah and Tim, Benji’s dad, wanted to make sure that Benji was settled in the apartment long before the semester started to ensure a smooth transition for him. He also thought that I might be on the better end of job opportunities if I searched long before the hungry and broke students return and realize that mommy and daddy’s wallet isn’t lying around open anymore - which in actuality still pretty much is because they are paying some thirty grand to ship their kid off to school. Now they can gain essential life experience, such as cleaning up their own puke and dragging their hung over selves to some place productive the following morning.
I don’t think very highly of college. It’s just an extension of high school but with more beer.
But I’m really not complaining because now I have some sense of freedom and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s nice to wake up and come out of your room and someone not standing right there ready to swing at you, whether verbally or physically. Actually there was one incident two days ago where I left a spoon in the peanut butter jar and put it back and Benji called me a pig and slapped me but it was pretty much a pussy slap so I have no complaints. Plus I kicked his ass afterwards so it’s all good.
So while he’s at his little ‘day camp’ today I’m supposed to be looking for a job but I’m already too far into this America’s Next Top Model marathon to do so, and these girls are just plain catty. I like that Eva Diva though; she’s a cool chick.
I glance down at my watch as the sixth episode ends and I note that Benji should have been back an hour ago. I fight the slight urge to call him a) because the phone is a ‘get up and go across the room after you’ve been sitting for six hours’ walk away and b) I figure that he probably saw an Arby’s and got excited.
-Speak of the devil.
I look up, disappointed when I notice that there is no left over bag from Arby’s.
“Where have you been?” I ask.
“Sorry, I forgot to call mom,” he says as he drops his keys to the table top.
“I thought maybe you were getting food because I wanted some,” I defend, to make it look as though I hadn’t been checking the clock.
“Yeah I stopped at Arby’s.”
“I KNEW IT!” I shout with satisfaction. I grin and fall back against the chair. “I like this twin thing.”
“Or it could be that the grease is just embedded in my clothes and you could smell it,” he says as he pulls off his shirt and throws it in the ‘when we have no more clothes we will wash these’ pile. My eyes can’t help but drop to his chest and then to his back when he turns around to sift through the fridge. I watch him as he grabs a water bottle and walks off towards his room.
I listen as he turns the water on and I turn my attention back to the commercial that the girls are trying to learn for their next challenge. Go Eva.
The truth was I did like having him as a brother and I believe our relationship got stronger when we left all of that shit that happened in the past and just let things be as they are. It’s cool though - feeling connected to someone and saying that I actually have family again - I don’t know, I just don’t want to lose it. I know your family is who raised you and who had the most influence over you and although Benji has been absent for so long I have learned a lot from him. He opened my eyes to being considerate to others and not making my life about me, but also about those around me. I can see the good in situations now, but I still have my cranky, ‘fuck the world!’ spurts too, but that is just me. And who doesn’t wish that one day they found out they had a twin?
And all that other shit, like everything that happened right after I moved, I have thrown in a small box of memories that I keep tightly sealed and is never reopened unless to add more situations that I am not proud of. The feelings that I had for him were mislead and obviously a deep brotherly love.
There is a knock on the door and Benji yells for me to get it. Usually I wait for him to get it anyway because I’m lazy so instead of yelling back, “why don’t you?” I get up and just answer it.
See the consideration. I should get a medal for this shit.
I open the door, my stomach praying that he ordered me a pizza and if he did it was the hottest pizza delivery boy I have ever seen.
“Hey,” he says with a smile. “Geez, you’re right you can change quick.”
“Oh, um, I’m Joel,” I say as I step aside. Since we found out that we are brothers it seems as though we have begun to look more alike. Then again I am wearing his shirt and he’s wearing my dickies, but I’m missing the lip ring that he has so boldly decided to start wearing again. Leave it to Benji to bring a boy home within the first four hours of being on campus.
“Benji is my brother,” I clarify as he steps inside the apartment.
“Yeah, I can see that. Twins?”
“Yep, and you are?” I ask, not meaning to sound rude but it just happens when I talk.
“Jake,” he says as he sticks out his hand to shake mine. “Joel you said?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll be right there!” Benji yells from his room and we both laugh and that’s when I notice the deep shade of hazel in his eyes, the dimples in his cheeks, and the blinding white of his teeth.
Benji’s gaydar is amazing I tell you.
“I have that shirt too,” I comment on his forest green Sublime shirt. “Then again who doesn’t?”
So my small talk skills suck. Can’t be good at everything.
Benji emerges moments later and smiles, his lip ring reflecting the light in the small kitchen that we are all gathered in.
“Jake lives a few blocks from here and he offered to show me around, do you want to come?” Benji asks and I just know that he wants me to make up some lame excuse and decline the invitation so he can have Jake to himself.
“Sure, let me grab my shoes,” I say with a smirk and Benji’s smile fades and his eyes narrow on me.
I turn towards my room when he begins to talk “I think they are in my room, come and see,” Benji says as he grabs my shirt and drags me into his room. I laugh as he gives me a shove against the wall and he paces nervously.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He asks as he tries to whisper angrily. It’s really amusing.
“What? You offered, so I accepted. Now, where are these shoes?” I ask as I look around on the floor. I pick up another one of my shirts that I don’t remember lending him and kick a soda can out of the way.
“Fuck you Joel, geez you know I was only asking you so I don’t look like a prick,” he says and I laugh.
“I’m just playing gosh don’t cry,” I say and then I open the door and walk out of his room.
“Well I can’t find them and I only own one pair of shoes and I can’t fit into big foot’s over here so looks like I’m out,” I say with a shrug. “Have fun though.”
Benji steps out of his room and ignores me as he grabs for his keys.
“Make sure you get to bed at ten okay, because I know how you get grouchy if you don’t get ten hours of sleep. And your special cream is in the bathroom all ready for you, I refilled the prescription today,” he says with a grin.
“Thank you Benji,” I say through gritted teeth. “Oh and Jake don’t take him any place with spicy food otherwise it won’t be a fun car ride home…for either of you.”
“And we’re out, bye,” Benji says as he turns towards the door and opens it. “Later little brother,” he says sweetly, laced with an underlying malicious tone.
I wave goodbye as he closes the door behind him. I sigh and realize it’s just the models and me again.
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a/n: feel free to spank me for not updating in a long time. my computer + LJ are not playing well right now so there are about 3 people helping me post this.