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Wait. They own me. *scratches head*
Anyhow, don't sue me. I can't even afford to buy a new computer which I can hook my printer to and go on the internet on. I have no money. Poor uni student who spends money on alcohol and textbooks here!
�Billy?� he called out, trying to work out who it was.
Silence. Whoever it was hadn�t heard him. Or had chosen to ignore him. With a sigh, Joel got up off the couch and headed towards the bedroom.
�Benji? Is that you? Paul?� He called softly, hesitant to enter the room. But there was still no answer.
Opening the door slightly, he noticed a figure lying on one of the beds. Benji.
�Hey, Benji, what�s up?� he asked, slipping into the room before closing the door. �Benji? Hello?� Benji turned his head away. Joel didn�t know what to do. He�d never seen his twin in such a state.
After a moment, he walked towards the bed, sitting down next to his brother.
�Do you want to talk?�
Benji shook his head, burrowing his face into the sheets. Joel sighed again, wishing he knew what to say.
�Look, something is obviously wrong. I can feel it. Come on, tell me, ok? I�ll help you, no matter what it is.�
�You don�t�. You don�t understand,� Benji muttered.
�Understand what? Why don�t you tell me?� Joel asked, trying to remain calm.
�It�s�nothing. Nothing, ok? Don�t worry about it, I just need some sleep.�
Joel sat back, staring at his brother�s figure. He could tell there was something bothering his twin, but there was nothing he could do. Finally, he stood up, realising Benji wasn�t ready to talk to him.
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Benji heard Joel�s footsteps leave the room, followed by the door closing softly, much softer than his previous attempt.
He rolled over, breathing deeply. How could he have done it? How? But it was nothing new. He�d done it before and he�d do it again.
�Why doesn�t he understand? How many times do I have to explain it to him?� he thought quietly, shaking his head. This time he�d gotten violent, throwing things around the room. After he�d punched the bathroom mirror, Benji had decided enough was enough. He�d called for help and walked out of the room. And it had hurt more than anything else. Even more than his father walking out all those years ago.
Benji winced.
�Oh goody. We just had to drag those memories out, didn�t we? We can�t forget about the good old happy days, now, can we?�
He looked over the door, regretting his behaviour. Joel didn�t deserve the silent treatment. He didn�t deserve any of this. He�d always been there for him, just as Benji had always been there for his brother. The two of them were inseparable and everyone knew it. It had taken awhile for Paul, Billy and Chris to get used to, but they had. You don�t mess with the twins. It was that simple.
The tears came relentlessly yet again, threatening to dampen the sheets on the bed.
�Why can�t he see it? Why the fuck can�t he understand?� Benji though, crying once again.
Joel left the room, making his way to the couch. He didn�t want to have to add Benji�s problems on top of his own, but it seemed he had no chance. The front door opened and Billy poked his head around.
�Hey, Joelly! What are you doing?� Billy walked in, nonchalantly trying to hide the video game behind him. Joel grinned at his predicability.
�Waiting for you to waltz in and start playing,� he smiled at Billy�s crestfallen face.
�Didn�t work, huh?� Billy said, shaking his head. He sat down on the floor in front of the playstation and proceeded to set it up. �You want to play?�
Joel shook his head, feeling slightly faint. He leaned back against the couch, trying to ignore the big lump of twin lying in the bedroom sulking.
�So, uh, have you spoken to Chris lately?� Billy asked casually, turning his game on.
He looked over at Joel out of the corner of his eyes, watching him stiffen slightly.
�Uh, not since breakfast this morning. Why? Everything alright with the newbie?� He asked, grinning slightly. Billy laughed.
�Yeah, yeah. Everything�s cool. Just�� Joel was waiting for the end of the sentence until he realised the game had started and Billy was solely focussed on it. Shaking his head, he stood up slowly and went searching for the missing two band members. His sleep would have to wait.
�You can�t trust a tabloid magazine, And I�m about to break down�.It�s just a tabloid magazine�� Paul sang along quietly, nodding in unison. He slipped the headphones off, turning to the other occupants in the car.
�These guys are great. Fuck, they would have been terrific to tour with,� He told them, turning the CD off. Billy lifted his head, looking over at the CD case before smiling. Chris nodded absent-mindedly, without breaking his gaze. Billy winked at Paul, jerking his head in Chris� direction. Paul smiled in reply. The two of them snickered.
�Must you two always act like fucking teenies?� Benji grumbled, throwing the car door open and throwing himself inside. Joel rolled his eyes, nodding at the driver to start the car.
�Finally. We�re going to be late,� he muttered towards Benji�s general direction, who merely grunted in reply.
Paul shifted uneasily in his seat. Benji in a mood was worse than his girlfriend at that time of the month. He turned back to Joel.
�So, when do we leave the hotel?� Joel opened his eyes, turning towards him.
�Um, tomorrow morning. Early. Back onto the bus. Yay!� He gave a fake cheer-dance. Chris grinned as Paul shook his head, leaning back in his seat.
Lyrics: Tabloid Magazine by The Living End, one of the best bands at the moment.
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