RP Log with randybyname | Twin Prerogative

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Their plan to go in as a united twin force to try and find out why their big brother was acting 'funny' wasn't much of a success. Matt had answered the door to them, but he looked rough, and wasn't at all in the mood to talk or be a gracious host. In fact, he had just frowned at them, told them he wasn't feeling well, and that he didn't want to talk about whatever they were there to talk about. They knew he wasn't lying and they had to relent, even if they wanted to stick around and make sure he was okay. He outright told them he wasn't, and that he was going back to bed, which he did without even waiting for them to leave. It really didn't leave the twins anymore placated, and they reluctantly left without having any info on why their mom thought Matt was acting weird.


But it was now a couple of days later and Randy was stood not on her brother's doorstep but on that of her sister's new hunky doctor lay. It was a really nice refurbished house made into two apartments, both two-story with neat gardens. Randy had gotten up early that day to submit a college assignment, so she dropped in on Matt on the way home, and now she was going to impose on her twin, which was always a twin's right, no matter what. It wasn't that early anymore at just after ten am, and she knew Mel was still here. Her car was in the drive behind a trendy metallic blue Audi hatch (clearly the doctor's wheels), and Randy had been chatting to her online the night before while she waited for the doctor to knock off from his shift. It must have been another successful night. She hit the doorbell again and pushed her blonde hair back out of her face, checking her watch. She wanted the details to make sure Mel was coping okay in the sudden new relationship, or if she was about to have cold feet that Randy might need to smack out of her any time soon.

Mel had woken up a little while ago, but she'd been too comfortable with Nate still curled around her as they lay in bed. The doctor was dead to the world, the sleepy sex and late night shift taking its toll. She couldn't blame him, and any minute now, she really was going to move. Only then the doorbell sounded, and she watched Nate to see if he would stir. Was she supposed to answer his door? What if it was his mother coming for a surprise visit?

She stayed there indecisive for a moment before she cautiously slipped from his arms and slid out of the bed to pull on her panties, and one of his t-shirts. Her hair was still very much a tousled mess, and she just prayed to God that it would just be someone canvassing for cable TV, and no one important. She tip-toed down the stairs, letting out a soft curse as she heard the doorbell go again, and murmured, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Mel reached the door with a huff, and pulled it open to find her sister standing there. At first Mel turned bright red as she looked down at herself in Nathan's t-shirt, and then grinned widely at Randy. "So glad you're not his mom, or the police."

Randy just merely raised an eyebrow, unphased, and shrugged. "Should've thought about that before you didn't put jeans on," she offered and pushed her way into his home to survey the interior. She whistled softly, impressed. "Very nice. He must be savvy with his money. A house like this and an Audi on a new doctor's salary does not happen. Where is he?" she asked, turning back to her sister with a smirk.

Mel pushed her fingers through her hair after closing the door behind Randy, and smiled. Nate really did have a nice place. She hadn't minded spending time in it one bit. With, or without him. "I only just woke up a little while ago. My brain apparently didn't consider pants necessary just yet. It is nice, isn't it? I like it here. He's got the DJ gigs as well, but I guess they don't really pay heaps. He doesn't seem to need much." She bit her lip and pointed up. "Still asleep. He didn't get off until one in the morning, and then when he came home, we, um... had some fucking amazing sleepy sex."

"Well, he's been on his own, hasn't he? He lives on the basics so he can afford a nice home and a nice car. I assume he owns this place? Maybe he's just renting. Though, I would have thought he would have picked a rental closer to the hospital. This looks like it was picked for the nice part of town more than anything. Did you see the street? It's like something off a soap opera. All mowed lawns and pretty gardens. Dogs probably aren't even allower to dump on the grass here." Randy started looking at some of the photos framed on the wall. "Wow, is that his Mom? She's bloody hot. Look at her. She could be Michelle Pfieffer's sister. Only shorter. She's small. His Dad must've been the tall one."

She spotted a photo of a two small blond boys sitting at the base of a slippery did, one with his arms and legs wrapped around the other from behind. They were a mirror image. "Aw, Mel, look," she murmured, tapping the photo. She raised her eyebrow, looking back at her sister. "He still fucked you at one am after a long shift? Wow. Define 'fucking amazing'," she demanded.

Mel nodded. "Yeah, he has. He's got the best DVD collection, you should see it! I think his money goes on music, movies, and this place. He's got nothing in the fridge, or cupboards. I keep meaning to go shopping for him like we did for Peter. I think he owns... I forgot to ask him about why here. Real estate's not exactly been on our minds," Mel added with a slight smirk. "I just feel like I'm going to come here on a Sunday and find the whole street out in their yards watering at exactly the same time, with exactly the same gestures."

She came up behind Randy and smiled at the photo. "His mom's definitely hot, and I think the sons took after her. Looks wise, anyway." She bit her lip as she stared at the two boys and slipped her arm around Randy's waist as she rest her head on her sister's shoulder. "I still feel so horrible knowing his brother died... I wish it hadn't have had to happen." She wet her lips and closed her eyes as she remembered the night before. "Yeah, I know... He got into bed next to me, and we were kind of talking, but I wasn't too intelligible, and he was just exhausted. Only then there was kissing, and touching, and I was wet from this dream... He was hard... It just... you know when it just feels right, and all over a sudden it's all you want? All we seemed to want was each other. He, um... We... I'm on the pill, so we didn't exactly bother with condoms. It was just slow and started to build up and it was fucking amazing." Mel lifted her head to look at her sister again. "After he, um, said he was falling in love with me even though it's early."

Randy looked at the photo of the little boys, smiling faintly. Of course, it was impossible for them to know which one was Nate. It wasn't like twins walked around with name tags on, no matter how frustrating it was to get them mixed up. They only looked around four or five in the photo, so it must have been before his brother got ill. It did twist in her gut a little to think that just a couple of years later one them had passed away. "I'm in awe of him for surviving it, but also for taking on a job to deal with sick kids after it. How does someone do that? I couldn't do it. The strength of some people just astounds me..."

She smirked, even if she was still looking with interest at the photos. "Thank all the gods for the pill, huh? Impromtu sex is awesome, condoms are just a pain in the ass sometimes. I doubt he has any STDs. The pill just stops you rocking up on his doorstep with a positive pregnancy test. I'm sure it's the last thing he needs right when he's starting his residency." She raised her eyebrows at the last comment. "Whoa. How do you feel about that?"

"I think it just spurred him on, served as fuel and inspiration," Mel said softly. "If you survive something, why wouldn't you want to make it right? Or try and make sure it served a purpose. He said he was in awe of the doctors that looked after his brother, and wanted to be like them."

Mel laughed. "Fuck yeah. I'm not one to forget condoms regularly or anything, but sometimes it's just... it's really nice to feel a guy properly. And to feel him come inside me." Mel started to flush, and ducked her head down as she tucked some of her unruly hair behind her ear. "I didn't even think about STDs... Oops. At least I know I'm clean, too. And definitely no pregnancy. I take my pill like clockwork." Mel pulled her mouth to the side and shifted to watch Randy. "Well, um, good. Really good. I... I'm falling in love with him, too. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to when we hadn't really been seeing each other that long, but it just feels right."

Randy nodded slowly. "Like Lachlan, becoming a psych and all even if his own head can be messed." She scrunched her nose up in thought. "I still don't know if I could do it. I'm more in the flight portion of the fight or flight thing. I think I would be too selfish to want to use my own pain to help someone else."

"I had one come off once, inside. I freaked the fuck out and never let the guy touch me again, went straight to the clinic at the hospital and got the morning after pill." She shook her head with a snort. "And people wonder why we all want to find that one special person? Things like condoms and that don't need to matter, you can deal with shit together. Relationships can be scary, but how can someone not want one, deep down? With the right person, you know? At least he didn't tell you he loved you after he came. You would be worrying if he meant it. There was more thought behind this, more hesitancy. Like, the next step or something. Not that I would know. Last guy who told me they loved me was drunk and wanted to literally kiss my butt. Seriously. He asked me to drop my pants."

Mel nodded. "Yeah, I don't know how I'd do. As long as my bad thing doesn't involve using you, I might be able to cope. Or I might just follow you in the running." Mel shrugged. "We've never really had to worry about stuff like that. Our Mom did everything she could to make sure we were protected, and so did Matty."

Her eyes went wide as she made a face. "It came off inside? Ew! I don't blame you for freaking out. How did you even get it back out of you?" Mel nodded. "Yeah, of course. I mean, it's easier to take on something when you have a partner. They're there to be supportive, or keep you safe, or just catch you if you fall, or whatever. And he did wait. We were drifting off to sleep. I actually wasn't sure if I'd already dropped off and fallen asleep when he said it. But he did. I can't believe it! He's just so... him! I'm crazy about him, sis. Do you think I'm crazy?" Mel started to giggle. "I remember the butt kisser... I still can't believe someone would do that. Maybe Peter loves you? He looks at you like he does."

Randy pressed her lips together. "I'm sure Nathan's Mom did too, and Lachlan's parents. This sort of thing, no amount of protecting can stop it. Just tragedies. But that right there is why we need people like them in the world, to help people who hurt after horrible things happen.

"The clinic doctor dealt with it, she was good. Did all she could to make sure I was okay, and told me I did the right thing. She said for every person she gets come in for the morning after pill after a condom failure, she probably sees a hundred who haven't used birth control at all. Bloody screwed that is. Stupid idiots deserve all they get, I just feel sorry for the unwanted kids they have. What hope do they have if the mother can't even get the guy to wear a condom or take the pill herself? You wouldn't have heard it if you were asleep. No, I don't think you're crazy. I came around to make sure you weren't getting cold feet. He's a catch. He seems to really care about you, the date alone he put a lot of thought into." She shrugged a little. "He's not told me. It's okay if he doesn't. We're just going with it. You know how it goes."

Mel was nodding in agreement with all of what her sister was saying. She didn't understand why women just didn't take the pill, or even put the condoms on the guys themselves. It was sheer laziness, and really was just gratuitous. They shouldn't have babies if they weren't prepared for the responsibilities that came with it. Then she blinked, and frowned a little as she tried to process the last thing Randy had said. She had been accused of wanting her sister to walk down the aisle, but she couldn't help getting excited about her sister having an official boyfriend finally. Especially Peter. "Do you love him? Are you still okay from making it all official? I haven't got any cold feet. Not like I thought I might. I just can't get enough of him. He's just... amazing." Mel made a face when she realised she hadn't been able to find another word so she didn't sound repetitive. "I really could love him."

Randy shrugged again. "I don't know," she admitted honestly and then pressed her lips together. "I don't, and I'm not sure I can just decide on the spot. I might get along okay with guys, but I'm not one to just easily hand over my heart. It's a whole other different thing. I don't know... I get a feeling there's things he's not telling me, that makes it hard to lay everything completely on the line, you know? If there are things he wants to keep to himself, sure. That's fine, I get it. I can't just... give everything knowing he has secrets. I'm going to be a psychologist. I'll start trying to analyse it and get worried what he's hiding and it'll ruin everything, and it's nice what we have now. With you and Nathan, it's just... he doesn't seem to be hiding anything from you."

Mel pressed her lips together. "Do you think he's ex-Mafia? He's from an Italian family, right? Or maybe he's some reformed criminal. What could he possibly be hiding? What if he tells you, and you still don't want to give everything because you find out you don't like what he has been hiding? I mean, how do you choose between leaving things as they are, and then risking everything to lay all your secrets bare, and maybe lose what you have altogether?" Mel reached up to scratch at the top of her head. "Makes my head hurt just thinking about it."

Randy looked at her twin like she had gone mental. "No, I don't think he's ex Mafia," she said with a laugh of disbelief. "I doubt he would be a paramedic in Princeton if he was. Can you even be ex-Mafia? Aren't you just always in once you're in it? I dunno. No, that's not what I think. And to be completely honest, if I don't like what he's hiding, that'll be it. I can't help it. It won't be a matter of choosing. I'm not putting anything on the line for a guy. I still need a guy who can prove themselves to me, and he has. But if he has secrets I don't like, then that will just be it."

Mel held her hands up, and then pointed at the kitchen. "I'm sorry, I need coffee. Sleepy sex really takes it out of me. Want some? Or, um... water. I think there might still be some soda I got last night, too." She scrunched up her nose as she thought about the Mafia movies she'd seen. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, he would probably be dead, not a paramedic in New Jersey. I can see your point, too. If you don't like it, it's not worth trying to stick it out. I just hope he does lay everything on the line for you, because you're worth it."

Randy just automatically followed her sister to the kitchen. "I don't know. Seriously, sometimes secrets are just too heavy for any relationship to come up against it. I'm trying not to think too hard on it, but he doesn't talk much about his family or his background. Just keeps saying his Mom's a bitch and his brother's a politican that butter would melt in his mother's eyes. Something along those lines. Pieces are missing. I only really started thinking on it this past week when you were telling me how much Nathan had already told you. Hell, he even took a raincheck on the twin thing and still remembered to tell you. I don't know, I really don't."

Mel started to move around the kitchen, trying to remember where everything was to make the coffee. It was one of the first things she'd done when she got to Nathan's yesterday. Coffee was her lifeblood, and she had made sure she knew where he kept it. She managed to find a second spare mug, and cleared her throat as she started to wake up properly. "I don't really get why he won't tell you. I mean, it's not like you haven't shared stuff. You took care of him when he needed it. You lived with him a couple weeks. Why don't you just ask?"

"Why should I? Seriously. Why should I have to? If he can't tell me, doesn't want to, then we're doomed. May as well just enjoy the sex while it lasts and move on when it doesn't. I've been with guys with secrets in the past, it didn't last. The longer they didn't say anything, the less I trusted them and the more suspicious I got. I'm not a fool and no one with a dick is going to take me for one. I'm better than that. I'm not submitting to anyone and they take me as I come or not at all," Randy resolved, even if a tiny frown had appeared on her face. She could feel in her gut she was starting to worry about what Peter was hiding and she didn't like the feeling.

Mel gave a nod, and left the coffee maker to slip her arms around her sister briefly. She hadn't meant to ask a bunch of questions about Peter, but since she was getting interrogated it was only fair. "You shouldn't have to, I agree. If he can't love you for who you are, he's seriously crazy. You're a catch, sis. Just like Nathan. Only a girl, and my sister."

"I'm just glad your doctor doesn't seem like the secretive type. You don't deserve it, and I know you wouldn't easily stick it out if he was. You would worry it was your fault... or something. I know you, and that's why I'm glad he seems like a straight shooter. Just a little nervous on our double date," Randy had to add with a small laugh.

Mel smiled. "Yeah, you do know me. And I'm really glad, too. But even Nathan knows just to keep telling me to chill when the washing machine starts. Which isn't really that often with him. It's nice to just relax with him and not be thinking all the time. He's good at making me not think." Mel bit her lip, and looked back at her sister. "Is it evil that I want you here when he wakes up so you can do the Twin Threat when he least suspects? He knows he escaped lightly."

Randy smirked but she nodded. "About time some guy tamed that washing machine," she murmured and her eyes narrowed slightly in thought as she sighed. "And I think you just passed it on to me," she added wryly. She gave a laugh. "You're an evil bitch when you want to be. He gave you probably the most awesome sex you've had in a long time last night after putting in long hours at work, takes you on a date some chicks could only dream about, and he tells you he's falling in love with you, but you still want me to put the wind up him? Are you sure I even need to? He should be giving the twin threat to me. It's like he's just... got the twin thing from the start and even pre-empted the Twin Threat before I had a chance to get my foot in the door."

Mel bit her lip as she tried not to grin like an idiot, but it was hard to fight. She felt like her whole body was about to burst from joy. Every time Nathan popped into her mind, she just wanted to smile. She reached out to ruffle her sister's hair playfully, and laughed. "I'm sorry, I would never wish my washing machine on anyone. I didn't mean to pass it on." She smirked at the evil bitch comment. "Hey, learned alongside the best," she teased. "I don't think he does need it, but I know you might not rest unless you tell him something. Matty's the unknown quantity. He can't really talk to us, let alone Nathan. I haven't even had a chance to tell about any of this, and in his current mood I just have no idea how he's going to take it."

"I'll talk to him, but you'll never know what I say to him, so you can forget about being an audience for it," Randy told her with a smug smirk. "You may as well just let him sleep. I already know how I'm going to go about it. As for Matty, he's not feeling well. Or he said he was feeling better than he had been, but he was still in his PJs when I went around, just lying on his sofa. I did ask him if he was still having a fling on the side, and he outright said it was over. Wouldn't elaborate, but it's definitely said and done. He just wouldn't talk about it. He did ask if you went on the date, so he knows something. Maybe Mom told him? But you're right, it could go either way. He might really like Nathan, or it could be a civil war from the get-go where he won't rest until Nathan bares his soul and proves his worth."

Mel pouted and moved to take the coffee pot out and pour their drinks when there was enough in it. "That's not fair! But then it's not like I told you what I said to Peter, so I guess it's fair in a whole it totally sucks way. He's sick? He could have just said that the other day. Are you sure he's not just in a super mope? If he's not talking about the flung fling it's kinda serious, don't you think? Mom probably did, then worked out he didn't seem to be listening and switched to worrying about him, and thinking he was acting 'funny'." Mel frowned a little, and ulled her mouth to the side. "How can Nate possible prove himself any more?"

"It's very fair. No point sulking about it, either. He can tell you if he wants to. At the very least, I need to get to know him if you're going to be dating him," Randy reasoned and took one of the seats at the breakfast bar. "He looks sick. He got puked on at work, and there are bugs going around. Even if he's in a funk, it's not all related to a chick. Matty's more likely to throw himself into work than mope with that sort of thing any way. He just seems really tired, and it sucks he's on his own. I don't know why he never got a room mate." She held up her hand. "I don't even want to know. I don't get the whole marking the territory thing with males."

Mel sat next to her sister and cupped her mug with her hands as she just sat and took a moment to breathe in the wonderful aroma of the coffee. "I really want you to get to know him, sis. He's... He's just special. I really, really like him." She turned to look at Randy, and her frown deepened. "Where's Woodie living? Why doesn't he live with Matty? I never got the male thing either. Especially the pissing contest thing. And I'm not anyone's territory! I'm me."

"I hope you like him, or the fucking without a condom thing I'd have to advise against," Randy said with a smirk. She just let her own coffee sit for awhile first. She was never a fan of it too hot. "No idea, somewhere local I assume. I haven't spoken to him in awhile. All I know is Matty's on his own and he's all blah. It sucks. Sucks even more when he prefers to just be like that right now. You're just going to have to let them to it. They'll do it whether you want them to or not. It's not even about you, it's just marking their territory. It's a male thing. Matty will want Nathan to know he's the big brother, and that could be a dangerous thing. If Nathan's smart, he'll just take it submissively."

"He really should move in," Mel decided with a nod. "Or Matty should go to him. Bros first, or whatever. Or we could go invade Matty's. Then he can't really not talk to us, and he wouldn't be alone." She stuck her tongue between her teeth before she picked up her cup and had a sip. "I just don't want Nathan hurt. Or for Matt to feel like he's not still able to protect me for whatever stupid boy reason."

Randy smirked. "Bros before hos. I think he's been living alone for so long, he wouldn't easily exist with a room mate. He needs a girlfriend, one he doesn't have a complex about dipping his cock into. I was going to take him around some soup. Hang out with him for awhile. It's gotta suck feeling crap and being alone." She shook her head. "He won't hurt Nathan. I'm serious, sis. Let them at it. You aren't going to be able to stop it."

Mel sighed. "I feel bad he's got a complex now. That woman he was dipping his cock did seem like she might have been nice. Not that I'm going to give him the happy speech or anything," she quickly said. "I'm keeping that promise. Just saying... Give Matty a hug from me. It does suck, but we've been lucky in that we've always had each other when we feel crap. It's different when we're trying to trust someone else when we feel crap." Mel pressed her lips together before she conceded with nod. "Well, if I really can't stop it... Boys are so silly, but I wouldn't be able to be without them."

"She was his boss. I would never do my boss, either. Too messy, too much risk. It hardly worked out did it, nice or not," Randy pointed out and dipped her finger in the coffee to see if it was cool enough yet. She glanced at her sister curiously. "Would you trust Nathan if you were feeling crap? Told you that was a relationship tester. Spending time with the person when you're ill, and when they are."

Mel bit her lip and frowned down at her coffee. "Okay, point. And yeah, I think I would. He's a good snuggler, and I think he'd just know what to do. He's a doctor. Right now though, I might be more worried about him seeing it. It's not to soon for admitting to falling in love, but it's too soon to learn about how bad I look when I'm ill."

"He gets paid to know what to do. And he probably gets more points for being a kids' doctor, too. He'd have to have a more approachable bedside manner. Kids aren't easy to deal with. When you're a kid and you're sick, you usually just want your Mom or Dad. Everyone looks bad when they're ill, and he actually didn't look too crash hot passed out at the bar the other night, did he? It's just the way it goes. There was a few days there when Peter got out of hospital he wasn't feeling well from the medication and the hit to the head, but you just roll with it. Do you what you can," Randy explained and then sipped her coffee.

Mel nodded in agreement as she listened, her fingers rubbing against her mug as she thought about how Nathan would deal with her being sick. Right now it was Mel suffering from the strong urge to take care of him, and she didn't even really know where it came from. Would Nathan still want to deal with her when she was sick, and helpless? "But at least you did look after him, and stick around. That's something. Most people would have just left him to it."

Randy scrunched her face up. "Of course I did. I caused it, I wasn't just going to leave him to it," she reasoned.

Mel slipped her arm around Randy's shoulders and kissed her sister's temple. "Because you're a good person. Hey, wanna sneak up stairs and see my passed out official boyfriend? He does the cutest mouth open thing..."