Twins 3.0 // One-On-One // CLOSED

"I haven't said anything yet because I don't want anything massive. You know mum is a classic Latina."

"Oh god, it's gonna be bridezilla, except the monster won't even be the one getting married." She gasped in horror.

"So…mumzilla. Please don't tell anyone. I'm not ready for them to know," Trini said, turning. As she stripped, there was an unbroken view of her wings tattoo, before it was covered by her yellow bikini straps.

"Of course. So which one of your friends have you picked for maid of honor?' She asked over her shoulder as she dug through her closet.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I haven't told anyone. Which means I haven't chosen anyone. But I'd pick you, dummy."

"Me?" Kat asked in surprise as she tossed the closest thing to a one-piece she had on her bed, along with a pair of jean shorts.

"Yes, you. You're my twin sister. Why wouldn't I pick you?"

"I-" She shrugged. "I haven't been the best sister?"

"I can't really deny that," Trini said. "But I've had my fair share of heartache and pain."

Kat finished picking out an outfit and took it into the closet to change. "Well, I'm gonna do my best to not fuck up your wedding."

"If anyone fucks it up, it'll be me. You know how I am. I'd rather just get us registered than have an actual wedding."

"Y'think ma's gonna be cool with that? 'Cause I think it might just give her a heart attack."

"I'm the one getting married, not here. Tom and I have never been people to do big things. It would suit us," Trini said as she pulled on clothes.

"You could always elope." Kat stepped out, fully dressed and digging through a drawstring bag.

"What? No! I like living here! I'd miss everyone!" Trini shot after her, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"I meant just to get married. Then you come back." She said, throwing her wallet into the bag.

"No. I'm 18. Tom's 19. We can do what we want. We aren't 15 anymore."

"I'm well aware of that. We are the same age, dingus." Kat grinned.

"I'm four minutes older dingus," Trini retorted. "Por favor, no se lo digas a nadie."

"God, whaddya take me for, some sort of snitch?" She said the last word with disgust.

"Sé cómo eres. Puedes decirle a Oli y Charlie si quieres, pero no a mamá y papá."

"You're getting married, not me." She said, slinging the bag over her shoulder and heading out the door. "Tell them yourself."

"A veces no sé qué hacer contigo. Podríamos ser gemelos, pero somos muy diferentes."

"Siento que esto sucede más de lo que los medios de comunicación lo hacen parecer." She grinned, walking backwards to look back at Trini.

"O tal vez los medios de comunicación solo retratan gemelos idénticos. No somos idénticos."

"Punto. Es como si no existiéramos."

"Por supuesto que existimos. Obviamente no somos tan populares como los gemelos idénticos."

(do you wanna time skip?)

((sure!

(do you wanna do it? maybe they're like getting ready to go or something)

((uhh sure gimme a sec i gotta bring in groceries tho