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It wasn’t often that the Twins get jumped. It would take someone of considerable skill, stealth, and overall guts to attempt to jump the Brightman boys, especially nowadays that they never went anywhere unarmed by a weapon of some kind. In this instance, the challenge was even more perilous, as both head paintball guns.
Their aim had been to stealthily assault Derek—who had sneaked a girl on campus again, a girl from Dobry if the uniform was any indication, and was kissing her at one of the alcoves in the gardens. The Twins, never able to resist a chance to hit a Stuart, especially one so notorious, had immediately appeared with their paintball rifles.
They had just crouched behind one of the hedges and were aiming their guns—preparatory to making several painful direct hits that would effectively cause Derek’s uniform dry cleaning bill to soar—when two bodies slammed into them both, tackling them onto the ground.
It was a whirl of gold, blue and white for a moment, both boys choking at the impact onto the ground and for a moment, both were terribly alarmed at being taken off guard. And then they heard completely delighted giggling from over them.
Evan felt the slender hand clutching his forearm and recognized his attacker without even having to see who owned the long shining sheet of bright blonde hair that fell over his face. “Ethan—I think our winning streak just got broken.”
“Hey yeah,” Ethan laughed from where an identical blonde girl had him tackled to the ground. He turned over in the grass, grinning at the girl. “And when, exactly, did the both of you choose to bring your evil to Westerville?”
“Around the time we decided to go to high school somewhere close to our archenemies,” replied the very pretty girl with the big blue eyes twinkling in mischief.
“Oh we’re you’re archenemies now?” Evan laughed, easily grabbing the girl on him by the waist and hauling her off him. “We thought we were your unofficial big brothers.”
“That too,” said the girl identical to the first, grinning brightly.
“It’s so good to see you both!” Ethan hugged the girl with him as soon as he managed to get up, laughing. “Look at how tall you both got!” The top of her blond head was already to his neck. Not bad for a pair of freshmen.
The identical girls, both wearing now grass-stained Dobry Hall uniforms, looked up at them with big grins that might have fooled any adult to thinking they were angelic, but the two Brightmans knew better.
“You’ve got guns behind your backs, don’t you?” Evan asked sweetly, raising his rifle. “Paintball beats nerf guns, girls.”
The girls’ smiles faltered slightly. The one on the left sagged and frowned, pulling her other hand down to reveal a nerf gun. “How do you always know?” her twin asked as she surrendered the weapons without complaint to Evan.
“Because, sweet Andrea, we invented that I’m-going-to-shoot-you-in-a-second smile you both are wearing,” Ethan replied, planting a kiss on his cousin’s head, relieving the other sister of her own weapon.
“Adriana—the ammo too,” Evan grinned, holding out his hand. The girl in front of him pouted more but pulled out the ammunition clip from her pocket. Ethan smiled at Andrea, who surrendered her own extra ammo clip.
“Now,” Evan grinned. “Since you’ve ruined today’s mission, shall we take you girls out to ice cream and you can tell us how Dobry Hall’s been treating you?”
The two girls brightened immensely. “Yes!” they chorused. “Can we get—” and both named a different flavor from the other. They looked at each other and glared.
“Now now…” Ethan grinned. “We can get you both. Now let’s go before you girls get busted for sneaking into this campus.”
Evan and Ethan turned around, but stopped immediately after a step. They both turned to the girls again, smirking. They held out their hands. “Pistols too, girls.”
The twin girls wailed in dismay as the two older boys started to laugh.
“Dang it!” Adriana stomped her foot. “You guys are terrible!” she drew out the nerf pistol and handed it to Evan. Andrea only grumbled as she handed hers to Ethan.
“No,” Evan grinned. “If we were terrible, we would’ve done this.”
His rifle made a single phut! sound—“Ow!!”—and Adriana gasped at the patch of yellow paint on her blouse. She stared, openmouthed, and gaped at Evan. Ethan smiled cattily. Phut!—”Hey!!”—and an identical patch bloomed on Andrea’s blouse.
The twin girls gaped.
The twin boys grinned.
Then the girls’ eyes narrowed, the blue in them darkening.
“Evan,” Ethan said calmly, without breaking his wonderful smile, “We should be running.”
“Yes, Ethan,” grinned Evan as he stepped back with him. “We should be.”
And the two boys bolted off as the girls chased them.
“Get back here!!”