Mya stared at Casey for a moment, at a loss for words. Blinking a few times, she shook her head.
“Wait, I don’t understand, you have a twin?” She said, confused.
Casey lit another cigarette.
“Yep. We got separated when we were like ten or so.” They said, blowing out a puff of smoke.
“That doesn’t make any sense. Who would separate siblings. Twins at that!” She said, throwing her hands in the air.
Casey took another drag from their cigarette.
“Happens all the time. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve read of kids in the system getting torn from their siblings.” Said Casey, as they watched the smoke vanish.
Mya slid a hand onto Casey’s shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“Any happy endings?” She asked.
“Sometimes.” They said before taking another drag.
“And sometimes people find out they’ve found their sibling after they’ve slept with said sibling.” Casey said, blowing out a puff of smoke.
Mya gagged, causing Casey to chuckle.
“Yep. God, I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about that.” Casey said with a laugh.
“Why’s that?” Mya asked.
Casey paused for a moment as the air around them stilled. Should they tell her? In the past, coming out this early had proven to be a bad idea.
“I never sleep with anyone without getting a DNA test first.” Casey joked.
Mya laughed as she playfully pushed them.
“You’re ridiculous. No but for real.” She said.
Casey squirmed a little, and Mya could feel their discomfort.
“You don’t have to answer that.” She said, not wanting to push them.
Casey laughed as they scratched the back of their neck.
“No, it’s fine. I just- I don’t have to worry about accidentally sleeping with my twin brother because I’m gay.” Casey said.
Mya paused for a moment, being a kid of the system and also gay must have been hard for Casey. There was no telling what kinds of people they were stuck with. If they had homophobes for parents then that must have been a nightmare.
“Well thank God for that.” Mya said, causing them both to laugh.
As the laughter rolled through Casey’s belly, it was like a weight had been lifted from their shoulders.
Mya and Casey continued talking until the front door swung open.
Standing in the doorway, Travis swayed from side to side, red solo cup in hand.
“There you are!” He said, looking at Mya as he threw his hands in the air, splashing his drink everywhere.
Mya quickly grew annoyed.
“Are you serious Trav? You’re drunk already!” She said, disappointed.
Travis laughed as he swayed back and forth.
“W-what? N-no! I-I’m just d-dancing.” He said, his words slurred.
Travis laughed yet again, causing Mya to roll her eyes before standing up.
“Give me your keys.” She said, holding out her hand.
Shoving his hand into his pocket, Travis fished out his keys.
“Come-Come g-get ‘em.” He said laughing.
Again Mya rolled her eyes before advancing towards him; But before she could get to him, Travis quickly slid to the right and ran right past her and towards the stairs.
“Travis I don’t have-”
Before she could finish her statement, he completely missed the final step and smashed his face into the ground.
“Travis!” Mya yelled, as she and Casey rushed off the porch.
Helping him into a seated position, Casey and Mya assessed him. Blood ran down his face, staining his white tee shirt.
“Shit. Can you help me get him inside?” Mya asked, looking at Casey.
Nodding, Casey placed one of Travis’s arms around their neck while Mya placed his other around her neck. Though their height difference made it a little tricky, Mya and Casey were able to get him inside. After a quick chat with Chelsea, Mya located a first aid kit, and she and Casey took him to the guest bathroom.
“I’ll give you two some privacy.” Casey said, after placing Travis on the toilet seat.
Mya didn’t really want them to leave, but Casey was gone before she could say anything.
Travis sat on the toilet with Mya standing between his legs. As she dabbed his face with a washcloth, his hands found her ass. Shifting this way and that way, Mya attempted to get away from his grabby hands, but it was no use.
“Travis stop.” She said firmly.
His grasping ceased for a moment before his hands began searching again.
“Travis I’m serious, stop.” She said.
Travis rolled his eyes.
“Come on My, why do you have to be such a prude all the time?” He whined.
Mya sighed, fed up with her drunken boyfriend.
“Travis, now really isn’t the time. You’re literally bleeding.” She pointed out.
“Come on I’ve got like…” He paused for a moment, counting his fingers.
“I’ve got like seven girls in my phone right now that would jump at an opportunity to hop on this dick.” He said drunkenly.
Mya stabbed the inside of her cheek with her tongue.
“Call them then.” She said, dropping the towel.
Turning around, she left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.