“Come on, David. You know you want to at least try to go! Pretty please, with a big, delicious cherry on top…for me?” Harley Anderson seriously thought she’d never live to see this day. This one, single day when she’d be down on her knees, arms outstretched in mock prayer, begging and pleading with her twin David to go with her to their high school’s first football game of the season.
“It’s not going to happen, Harley, so just lay the hell off for once, would you?” David barked, pushing past her. His jaw clenched in what was probably irritation, but Harley knew what was best for him. He had to go to that game. David was a sports fanatic, had been since the day their father first placed a football in his chubby, toddler hands. Harley knew, without a doubt, that he’d regret this day if he stayed at home to mope like the skilled loner he’d become.
Harley settled her arms over her chest, and threw herself onto the floor. Her eyes narrowed, her lips pursed in frustration, and she groaned. This couldn’t be happening! She turned her head to watch him wheel away, his anger becoming more evident when he whipped his shoes off and threw them against the closet door. Harley snorted and shook her head. Great… He was in that kind of mood today. Lucky for him, she knew just exactly what to do.
Now…if only he’d listen to her.