Dance With Somedoby

"To Where You Are" ~ Josh Groban

"We have to go home tonight, sorry honey." Ryan said looking at his phone while they were getting in the car.

"Of course we are going home, what else were you planning?" she asked annoyed.

"No. I mean we have to go to the house, not our home. You should have a text, check your phone."

And well enough, she had a text from their 'mother' for all intents and purposes.

"I just wanted to go home and take a shower before going to sleep. I really don’t want this today, Ry. Can I bail?" she asked, desperate for an out.

"I know you don’t. Let me see if I can talk to her, it’s worth a try at least." He said dialing their mother.

"Hello mother. What is this dinner you texted us about?" he said into the phone.

"One of your father's business associates will be here with his family, so we need you both to be here. I don’t want any excuses, okay?" she said, before hanging up without giving him any chance to say anything.

"Well... you heard it. No excuses. Sorry honey. Let's just go, if you don’t feel good at any point, tell me and we'll leave. Sound good?" Ryan asked, still worried for his sister.

"Yeah." Rhea smiled. "It's fine. No point now."

Their parents lived half an hour away from their workplace, but with the traffic at that time, it took them almost an hour to reach.

"Hey! Good that you're both here. Go take a shower and change your clothes. You both look unruly." Their mother said as soon as they walked in through the double doors.

"Hello to you to mother. We are fine, how are you?" Ryan said sarcastically, making Anne huff.

"Enough of your childishness.  Go take a shower before the guests arrive."

"Yes mother." This time it was Rhea, who quickly pulled her twin away from the scene before he could cause any more damage.

"Why do you antagonise her? It just makes things worse, Ry. You know that." Rhea said as they were walking up the stairs to their rooms. Although they lived in the city now, both each had a room in this house that they had grown up in.

"I don’t want to talk about it. Go take your shower, I’ll see you back here in 15 minutes," he said instead as they parted for their own rooms standing opposite to each other.

Rhea sighed, but she knew pushing him would do more harm than good. Standing up on her tiptoes she placed a kiss on his cheek, which thankfully made him smile, before going inside her room.

Fifteen minutes later, Ryan knocked on her door once before going in. Rhea was sitting in front of the dresser, drying her hair with a towel.

"Oh come on" Ryan groaned when he saw what she was wearing. "Not again."

"Whaa..." Rhea turned to look at him, and after a second of silence began to laugh.

"At least we know we are really twins." She said after a while, making him huff.

Both twins had unknowingly worn the same outfit, a white long sleeved t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Let's go downstairs. I’m starving. If I play my cards right, Sylvia would let me steal a few pieces of whatever starters she prepared today," Ryan said.

"Even if you don’t play your cards right, Sylvia would give you whatever you want. That woman loves you like her own son." She smiled.

"At least someone does, coz the one that’s supposed to could give two shits about us." He said, making Rhea wince.

"Let it go, Ry. It's been 23 years, you really need to let it go. She is not the motherly type and she never wanted children, everyone knew that. And then suddenly she got handed a set of twins, what was she supposed to do?" Rhea said, trying to make him see reason, for the 100th time.

"Not treating us like we were a burden would have been nice to begin with." He said. Rhea sighed, knowing there was nothing she could say that would change his mind, so she left it at that.

"Let’s go get you fed, you are extra cranky tonight." She said instead, and linked their arms before going down the stairs.

They went to the kitchen directly instead of the living room, where their father was. The kitchen staff, which consisted of 2 people, along with their mother, was bustling around, busy with the cooking and making sure all the cutleries were perfect and the table was set just right. If there was one thing to be said about Anne Grant, she was an excellent host. She made sure every guest that came to her house, left with a good impression and definitely without any complaints.

"Ryan, my dear boy." Sylvia said as soon as she spotted the twins. She quickly kissed him on the cheeks before doing the same to Rhea. The fifty-year old was like a mother to the twins and she too loved them like her own. Without Anne noticing, she sneaked a plate laden with food to Ryan that they could eat without having to listen to Anne complaining.

"The guests will be here any minute; we don't have time for all that Sylvia. Get back to work." Anne's voice was as strict as ever, didn’t matter she was talking to someone a decade older than her.

"Yes, Mrs. Grant." Sylvia said, all the while rolling her eyes before getting back to what she was doing, and the twins quickly left with their plate of munchies to sit at the patio.

"This is yum." Rhea said, taking a bite. "I have missed her cooking."

"Me too." Ryan said. They both were sitting at the hammock they had tied next to the pool, during their senior year of high school.

Neither were very good cooks, so they had a cook, who was actually Sylvia's cousin, who came thrice a week to cook for them at their apartment. Other times they would either eat out or order in. So the few times that they were home, they enjoyed whatever Sylvia would make; which was usually all their favourites.

The twins didn't talk, just sat enjoying the silence in the company of one another along with the food.