Burning

Vin's POV

I was woken up by the sound of kitchen utensils clanking and crashing together. It was too early for this, I am too tired and annoyed at my situation. I thought sleep would be the one thing that would go my way and I am now going to have to save a damsel in distress. Who seems to be intent on burning down the whole kitchen by the smell of it.

I shove off the duvet with too much force making it sprawl to the floor. Unlocking my door I step into the salon/kitchen to be slammed in the face with the burning smell of some type of food, it’s indistinguishable. What a pleasant morning.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a slight edge to my voice.

He was flapping his arms around, sparing me a glance he retorted with, “what does it look like I’m doing, please take a wild guess.” He covered his mouth to ward off the burning smoke of the eggs.

“Well can’t you do it with less noise or should everyone know that it is in fact in this dorm room that, of all food varieties to burn, literal eggs were burning.” I walked towards the stove and took the burning pan to douse it water. “Why didn’t you just do this?” I ask in bewilderment.

“Well I was panicking, if the smoke detector went off they would assume that I was smoking and wouldn’t need much reason or evidence to kick me out of this dormitory.” He put all the used appliances in the sink and leaned on the kitchen counter heaving a sigh , “And since this isn’t my first time, I think they would be pleased to see me off.”

“What were you trying to make anyway?”

“An omelette obviously.” He murmured.

“There isn’t anything obvious about it.” I grimaced towards the pan that looked like it was covered in sizzling mud.

“Judge all you want, I am a student learning, and a mistake is bound to happen.” He seemed to really be living off that motto.

“You said this has already happen before, how many times if I may ask.”

“A couple or more mistakes are bound to happen I already said; now get over it and help me out here.” He was scrubbing off the egg or what was left of it with intense Vigor which seem to not be helping.

Taking the pan out of his hands I put the tap water to hot and filled it up, “Okay, how many times with eggs though?”

His only answer was a grumble.

Suddenly there was a light bang as the main door flew open to present a lady with tow grocery bags in hand.

Without a glance from the grocery bags she said, “Max get over here.”

Max immediately dried his hands on a towel and took one of the bags.

“There is more in my car, your gonna have to go get them.” She ordered with a huff and finally looked up to find me standing there.

She looked at me a bit startled, “Oh I didn’t know you had a guest over.”

“He’s not a guest, this is Vincient my new roommate. And Vincent this is my twin sister Tamara.”

“Nice to meet you.” I shook her hand.

“Same. Please refrain from calling me Vincient and call me vin or any other concoction of my first name.”

“You can call me tam or mara as well. I will be sure to head you instruction well if you follow mine.” She smiled slightly which prompted me to return her smile.

“How much do you get paid to do all this?” I asked her, she seems to be a permanent here.

“He’s quite lost on what taking care of one’s self means after the amount of coddling he was exposed to at a very young age.” She deadpanned as she put the items away. “So basically none.”

“It’s too obvious if you ask me.” I said pointing towards the sink that held all his morning endeavours.

“Nobody asked you.” Max mumbled as he helped his twin.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard this before but I’m going to say it anyway, you guys look nothing alike.” I sat down on the bar stool as I continued to observe them more.

She had brown hair and hazel eyes ,while Max had blonde hair and blue eyes and their facial features are nothing to go off for similarity either.

“We’re what you can call fraternal twins. Ever heard of those?” Max said slowly as if talking to a child.

I rolled my eyes, “Wow what could that mean?” I said with sarcasm trailing my words, I turned towards Mara ignoring max. “I just wanted to know who looks like who.”

“I look like our mother and he looks like our dad.” Mara answered, “And before you ask who came first I’ll save you some time and tell you, it was me and he does lie to people and say that it was him. And I don’t know why.”

“It’s because I am like an older brother to you, I am the influencer and not the influencee.”

“I don’t think that’s a word.” I muttered.

“It isn’t.” Mara said with an eye roll directed at max, “Your more like the little brother in our twindom dude. Exhibit A.” She gestures towards the sink, “You can’t cook for shit, making me part time mommy to you. Exhibit B, I am way smarter and mature than you. I could add more but I have things to do as it will definitely take the whole day.” She went back to putting milks and juices in the fridge.

“Your just making excuses.” Max mumbled but Mara talked over him glancing my way.

“Where’re you from?”

“I am from Peterborough, England.” I am really not in the mood to delve into my very downs and little ups in life in this early morning so I run to change the subject, “What about you guys have you always lived in Arizona or are you from another side of the States?”

“We’re from Texas but most of our extended family live here that’s what prompted our move to this state in the first place our whole family was thinking of relocating so we relocated with them.” Max explains leaning on the kitchen island seemingly done with helping.

“Go get the other bags instead of standing around.” Mara scolded.

“I just finished a second ago.” He grumbled and asked with his country accent coming out with every syllable , “Can you please help me with the bags dear vinni I would be so thankful to you and your strong arms.”

He batted his eyelashes aggressively, “Okay ,stop batting your eyelashes you look like a serial killer. I’ll just need some shoes.” I said while heading to my room but not before I see him roll his eyes and hear the light chuckle from Mara. This seems like an eventful start.