wild child x 2 { jimmy & jillian }

[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

Today was a very special day.

Today was the day that the world was blessed with Jillian Garner. Jimmy was there too, an honorable mention that I believe is well deserved.

However, my arrival in the kitchen is met with nothing but a note and a stack of cash.

Happy Birthday! Have a great day! love Mum and Dad. Ps: here is some money to get something nice, maybe drop by that burger place Flynn is always talking about! xoxo.

It was not unexpected, though, I can't help but feel disappointed. I wanted more from them, I needed more from them. But this was their version of a hug and birthday breakfast, their love language to shower their children with money in hopes that it would make up for them simply not being there.

A noise behind me alerts me to Jimmy's arrival, "wombmate! What took you so long? Mum and dad send their love and a hefty stack of cash." Picking up the note I pass it to him, taking a seat at the kitchen table as I pick up an apple from the fruit bowl. "Happy birthday, by the way." I take a large bite, grinning up at him. "I know mum and dad said to spend the money on a burger, but I have another plan if your game." Sorry mum and dad but this year cash and a generic note were not going to cut it. It was time to cause some trouble, to make them realise that my love could not be brought.

"How do you feel about throwing a last minute party? Invite the cousins and maybe some of my adoring fans and maybe some kids from school- but not the weirdos that hang by the ping pong table at lunch."

[marcellus rhodes 11b arc]

The fact that old, pug-wrinkled face of a man kept me after class to retake an exam was total bullshit. So what I paid Michael to take my exam. It's called financial resourcing! It's an equal trade. Michael gets me a good grade, so I don't need to worry about detention with that witch-nosed, back-hunched bitch they call a teacher. She's hardly able to get up without her back popping. So, yeah, I paid him. I know how to use my money wisely because that dude got me an A. That should be worth the grade!

But, no, he decided that my birthday was the day I have to retake it. So I just circled C's and went on my way home. It's so not worth wasting today on him. He's dying any day soon, so like, lets celebrate my life before we celebrate his death. Sure, Jillian's also important, but like, I'm the hot one. Or at least the one that can drop a beat. She's got the bars of a damn dog.

Ma' and Dad mentioned that we could get a car next year. Could? I think the fact that we'd only be getting a car is a crime. You're telling me I share a birthday with her and a car? God, they want me to cry. But a car would make life better. Like walking home. I can't keep creasing my shoes like this! Maybe if they leave us money like they always do I can buy some new ones.

I enter the large, ghost of a mansion to be welcomed by my number 2 in life. Number one being me, of course, but Jillian runs a close second. "wombmate! What took you so long? Mum and dad send their love and a hefty stack of cash." I throw my hands up in frustration. "You can blame my math teacher. Hates me for whatever reason." Money, again, great. Love you too. She picks up and takes a bite. "Happy birthday, by the way." She reveals a wide grin. I guess Jillian feels adventurous today, which, go crazy girl.

"I know mum and dad said to spend the money on a burger, but I have another plan if your game." I mean, it's not like I've got anything else to do, right? "How do you feel about throwing a last minute party? Invite the cousins and maybe some of my adoring fans and maybe some kids from school- but not the weirdos that hang by the ping pong table at lunch."

Well, duh. I feel like that's the most obvious rebellious teen kid trope. But am I down? Duh. You're telling me we can't throw a party for the hottest twins to step onto the streets of six? We deserve to be celebrated like that. "Well, duh." The issue lies with kids from school. I don't like them, and they don't like me. Except for Michael. But he just likes me for the free money in transaction for a test. Or I think. "The ping pong table kids smell like piss, anyway." Who would we invite, though? But I'm not going to say no to a party. Even if we have to fake it. "Who you got in mind?" I pop a grape into my mouth, waiting, because she probably has more bitches than me.

[lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah]

"Well, duh." Jimmy responds and my grin grows as I take another generous bite of my apple. It tasted better knowing that Jimmy and I were about to plan some god awful plan to trash the house and send a message to our neglectful parents. I didn't even care if people came or not- okay, that was a lie. Of course I cared, I craved attention like a bee craved nectar. It was a sickness, really. However, I would be satisfied so long as I could smash a few things, throw Mums and Dad's wardrobe all over their room and spend a shit ton of cash.

"The ping pong table kids smell like piss, anyway." And fucking amen I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"I heard that Barry, the one with red hair and huge ass dorky glasses, likes to poke his head into the girls locker room when he thinks no one is looking. Fucking creep." A rumour started by no one other than myself had spread like wildfire through the school grounds. It was malicious and a total lie, but it was super delicious to watch the way it caught on so quick- and plus who was going to believe Barry over me?

"Who you got in mind?" Jimmy asks as he plucks a grape from the fruit bowl, looking me at me expectantly.

My grin turns mischievous as I push myself from my chair, leaving my half eaten apple in the middle of the table. "My dear brother, we invite everyone." The more the merrier. I knew what needed to be done. I would design an invitation and delegate it to my minions to hand them out to everyone in the school- expect for the ping pong boys. Jimmy would have to visit the cousins- maybe Flynn? Though he was quite the Debby downer at the moment. Always sooking about the games and his tributes dying and blah blah blah. I often zoned out during our conversations, distracted by a chip in my nail polish or a stray dark hair on my upper lip...

"I'll get my minions to send out a shit ton of invites out around the school. You go see the cousins- skip Flynn though. Maybe go into down and see who you can scam into buying us a crap ton of booze."

[marcellus rhodes 11b arc]

It’s our special day after all. If I were to deny us of our rightful celebration and middle finger to our ignoring parents, who am I but a thief to the twin code? We’re not like most twins though. At least the ones in Six because they’re all poor. So our twin code had some addendum that essentially told us we can’t deny each other from fucking our parents over. It’s just what we do. They’re just gonna hire some shitty service to fix it up. The worker probably has too short a skirt or is a man that looks at Jillian the wrong way when she’s getting a glass of water.

Ew.

Jillian has the drama, as always and I’m ready to hear it. "I heard that Barry, the one with red hair and huge ass dorky glasses, likes to poke his head into the girls locker room when he thinks no one is looking. Fucking creep." Oh my god. Barry? He does gingers like us a disgrace. He’s just weird. And has a weird tooth. He also smells bad and for some fucking reason he always decides that he wants to sit next to me in study hall. Michael’s a little bitch that won’t get Barry out of the way. So I just have to sit there and smell which is almost like a war crime. ”You know, I heard he got caught staring at that old teacher. The one who doesn’t wear a bra for whatever reason?” I take one of the grapes and pop ‘em into my mouth. It’s so fun to start shit. I’ve never even hard a single damn whisper about his name until today.

Which makes this so much better, because who’s gonna tell me otherwise?

”I always knew that dude was a creep. I tell Michael to get him away from me all the time. He probably thinks that sitting by me is seductive, or something, but if he smells that bad I cannot imagine what he smells like without pants.”

It’s almost federal. Maybe I’ll start paying off Bobbie to drop off some shampoo in his locker and hope he gets the hint. "My dear brother, we invite everyone." Everyone? Now, I don’t know about that one Jill. We have a prestige to uphold here in the Garner House of Ghosting Parents. We at least need a bouncer if we’re gonna be doing everyone. "I'll get my minions to send out a shit ton of invites out around the school. You go see the cousins- skip Flynn though. Maybe go into down and see who you can scam into buying us a crap ton of booze."

Of course we weren’t gonna invite Flynn. If we wanted an excuse to overdose from a poor sack of shit I’d invite him. What’s he gonna do if he showed up?

I think it’s better that we don’t find out.

”I could probably talk to Alex or Oliver. I’m sure either of their parents would hate hearing what Alex’s guest house is used for.” If I’m anything, it’s the drama. I think that Jillian and I would do great as the school news reporters. Imagine our two stunning faces spilling every drop of oozing drama into a short, wake up message to our classmates.

”You think that I could invite Michael?” She sometimes thinks he’s a bit nerdy, but I’m like a lizard. I soak up his nerdiness and he soaks up my popularity. It’s how nature works in the social form. Equal exchange, and shit. ”If he gets stupid I can lock him in my room.” It wouldn't be a first for the dork. But she doesn't need to know that.