Fiona's Revenge

CHAPTER 04 - GOODMORNING?

I didn’t really plan on showing myself to Threvon yet, since I was still amused by the irritated—or was it *really* irritation?—look on his face as he kept glancing toward our house, when my twin suddenly grabbed me by the arm.

“Come on, have mercy on Threvon! He looks like he’s about to cry waiting for you,” Aviona said, pulling me along. I didn’t argue anymore and just let her drag me.

I was wearing a simple pink dress, while Aviona’s was blue. Unlike mine, hers didn’t have any floral prints—she’s not really into flowers.

“Oh Fiona, Aviona, thank goodness you’re finally here! Maybe now our birthday boy will stop frowning,” Tita Aniela, Threvon’s mom, greeted us warmly the moment she saw us.

“Mommy,” Threvon complained, making his parents laugh. He pouted and rolled his eyes, but his expression quickly softened into a smile when his gaze landed on me.

He stood up from where he was sitting and walked toward me. I was caught off guard when he suddenly pulled me into a hug.

“You took so long! I’ve been waiting for you and Aviona for ages,” he said, still pouting.

I heard Aviona laugh beside me. “Tell him *why* we were late, Fiona.”

Threvon looked at me curiously. “What does she mean?”

I sighed. This twin of mine, seriously.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should tell him the truth, but in the end, I did. I was never really good at lying anyway.

“I was embarrassed about the gift I made for you,” I admitted softly.

“And why? Why would you be embarrassed?” he asked, clearly puzzled.

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I stayed quiet. Of course, Aviona took the opportunity to interrupt.

“Did you know she almost didn’t want to give you your gift?” my twin exposed me mercilessly. I shot her a glare, but she only flashed a peace sign before saying goodbye.

“Happy Birthday, Threvon. I’ll leave you two here, okay? I’m going to eat—your blue cake looks so good!” she said, patting his shoulder before walking away toward the food tables.

I watched her as she reached the cakes, shamelessly poking the blue one with her finger. I almost face-palmed right then and there.

My attention shifted back to Threvon when he cleared his throat. To my surprise, he was holding out his hand toward me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

“Give me my gift, quickly,” he said impatiently, wiggling his fingers as if urging me.

“Later—”

“No, now! You might change your mind again,” he cut me off, stomping his foot like a little kid.

I sighed and finally handed him the small rectangular box—the one containing the bracelet I made for him.

His smile widened the moment he held it. Just as he was about to open it, I stopped him, making him frown again.

“Open it later,” I told him, making his brows knit together.

“Why? I want to see it now,” he said like a child. He always acted this way around me, though I didn’t know if he was like this with others too.

He’s fourteen now, but he still hasn’t changed a bit. Not that I mind—I actually love that about him.

“Just later, okay? Don’t be stubborn,” I said, pretending to sound annoyed even though I wasn’t.

“Fine,” he said in defeat, then unexpectedly grabbed my hand. “I’ll just put this in my room. Come with me.”

“Okay,” I nodded, letting him pull me inside their house and up the stairs to his room.

He didn’t let go of my hand until we were fully inside. He walked toward his bedside table and placed my gift between two framed photos—one of the three of us, and another of just him and me.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

I looked around his room. It wasn’t my first time there; sometimes we used to play here with Aviona.

“Where’s Loki?” I asked as we went back downstairs, still hand in hand. My heart was beating fast because of how naturally he did that.

Part of me wanted to pull away before I fell for him completely—because I wasn’t sure if he was ready to catch me if I did.

“He’s at the back with Yaya Soleng. I asked her to watch him so no one accidentally steps on him—he’s still too small,” he replied, making me laugh.

“Wow, poor Loki! You make him sound so tiny. What if one day he grows taller than you? I’d totally laugh!” I joked, and we both burst out laughing.

Loki was his new dog—he’d only had him for a month. Like his old dog, Cookie, he was small and adorable, except Loki was still a baby and would grow much bigger.

As for Cookie—he died a year ago. He got sick, and even though Threvon tried everything to save him, Cookie’s body just couldn’t take it anymore.

We were both devastated, especially Threvon. He was heartbroken for weeks. Tita Aniela once told me that the only time he smiled was when I was around—but when I wasn’t, he’d just sulk in silence.

Threvon got mad when he heard that, saying he’d never replace Cookie. But a month ago, we were all surprised when he suddenly introduced Loki to us.

When we returned to the party, I immediately spotted my twin, still eating the blue cake with so much delight that I couldn’t help but bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Why did it seem like *she’s* now the more childish one between the two of us?

Threvon chuckled beside me. “Come on, let’s eat too. Let’s join Aviona.”

Before I could even reply, he grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward the tables.

His family teased him nonstop because he wouldn’t leave my side, which only made me more flustered. Aviona, on the other hand, kept teasing me secretly with her eyes and even kicked my legs under the table.

I tried to glare at her discreetly, but she just laughed. She was unstoppable today.

By the time we went home, I was *so* full—thanks to Threvon, who kept piling food onto my plate.

He didn’t want me to leave yet because he wanted me to be there when he opened my gift, but he could see how sleepy I was, so he eventually gave in.

Aviona and I collapsed onto our beds the moment we got home and fell asleep instantly.

The next morning was Saturday, so thankfully, no one woke us early. Our parents and yayas must’ve figured we were tired from the party.

But when we finally woke up, we were starving. Thankfully, Yaya Terry had already prepared breakfast.

While eating, I asked where Mom and Dad were, and what time they came home last night. She said they had already left for work and got home around ten the previous night.

I thanked her and continued eating.

I had just stepped out of the kitchen when Yaya Joyce told me that Threvon had arrived.

Aviona was still in our room, planning to go back to sleep—thank goodness, no teasing this time.

“Loki!” I squealed when I saw Threvon holding his tiny puppy. I ran up to them and petted Loki’s fur excitedly. “Hi baby Loki, good morning!”

“Good morning,” Threvon said suddenly, making me look up at him. He was pouting.

“What’s with that frown?” I asked, confused.

“You greeted Loki first before me. Loki can’t even say good morning back,” he said sulkily.