Ethan&Evan Brightman · @DaltonTweedles
9th Jun 2011 from Twitlonger
// DWOYDLE-BEN FUTURE DRABBLE. @DwightH_DaltonW @MissQuinny
“Jem! Jem- put me down! You! Put me down right now!” Alan Brightman-Houston said, flailing as his cousin climbed the steps to the in-ground pool, still holding him tightly in his arms.
Grinning and emerald-eyes glinting, Jeremy “Jem” Brightman-Fletcher dropped the shorter blonde at the gate that lead into the pool.
“Thank you! For finally listening to me…you know I hate getting-“
SPLASH!
“…Wet.” Alan muttered, now sopping wet, glowering up to the balcony.
As expected, up on the balcony sat a tall blonde, identical in every way to sixteen-year-old Jem and still carrying an armful of bright green and purple water balloons.
Jackson Brightman-Fletcher’s loud laugh resounded across the spacious yard as he leaned on the railing for support.
“…Why don’t you two ever bother him!?” Alan wailed, gesturing to where a dark-haired teen was dozing off in a lounge chair on the other side of the fence.
The older male pulled his sunglasses down a fraction to squint up with ice blue eyes at his younger brother and the Brightman twin.
“Because they like me, little brother.” A seventeen year old Dean Brightman-Houston grinned, earning a softened brown eyed-glare from his younger bro.
“Shut up.” The blonde brother muttered with an eye roll.
Dean simply smirked, pushing his sunglasses back up and going back to his napping.
“No, we like you too, little cousin.” Both twins grinned.
“…You just have better freak outs over the games we play.” Jackson nodded.
“Yeah.”
“The unscrewing salt shakers at Uncle Reed’s art dinner-”
“Game.” Possibly Jem finished.
“That was horrible! They hired a private caterer from Argentina-“
Alan was cut off by another twin.
“Hey, Uncle Shane laughed.” Both twins chorused with snickers.
“Uncle Shane also laughed when you two pushed Uncle Blaine and Aunt Rachel into the pool.”
“Yeah!”
“…They were writing sheet music for their next auditions at the time.” Alan and a barely-conscious Dean said.
“That was beside the point!” Jem rolled his eyes.
“…Dads are home!” Both twins suddenly snapped, Jem climbing up the garden wall with ease and up to the balcony to stand beside his twin.
On cue, The Brightman-Houston boys took off for the ivy-covered wall as well.
And as usual, Alan tripped and fell on his way over.
Dean snorted, running over to his brother and helping him to his feet.
“I swear, Sammy, you’re getting half-as bad as Uncle Reed.” Dean smirked, patting Alan on the back.
Alan nudged Dean in the ribs at the nickname he’d been calling him since their dad had made them watch Supernatural when they were younger. (They’re both secretly hooked; they only watch it together in Dean’s room under a handful of thick blankets.)
They both scaled the brick wall, standing beside the twins.
Ethan and Roy-Benjamin, along with Evan and Dwight walked into their house, throwing their suitcases down and exchanging them for suitcases that were identical and stacked in a pile by the back-doorway.
Ethan smirked at his brother, Dwight grinning at Roy-Ben.
The second they stepped outside, Roy-Ben and Dwight dodge-rolled forward, Ethan and Evan bouncing into action.
From their suitcases, they pulled nerf guns in record time.
A loud POP stating that the four had hit their marks.
“AW MAN!”
The four teenagers stared at their dads, plucking Nerf darts from their foreheads.
The twins, Roy-Ben, and Dwight simply smirked at each other.