Tobby peers over his mate’s shoulder, “What do you think you’re doing?”



“Oh! Ah...”



“Why were you searching through my stuff?”



Ben’s eyes shoot wide open. “What? No! No, no, that wasn’t me. It’s ... it’s Belly.”



“Belly who?”



“My twin brother.”



Tobby crosses his arms. “And why was he doing that?”



“How do I know? Twins don’t share minds, stupid.”



“And where’s my essay paper? Course. Hand it back, please.”



“Give me two minutes! Just two, I swear.”



“No.”



“Which means yes, right? Since you’re so feminine-minded.”



“Stop being such a parasite and-”



“Don’t give me those science jargon, damn it. I know you’re desperate but just be a little more patient and wait for the exam. Your time to shine will come, alright?”



Tobby let his friend have the paper and says nothing.



“Wait what? What’s this? ‘Someday my prince will come and till then I’ll be sitting on the grass combing my hair-’ What’s this bullshit?”



“My insurance.”



“Alright. You’re jarring on my anger issues now, Tobby. Where’s the real essay?”



“Handed it in this morning.”



Ben turns around, and Tobby takes a few steps back. “This ... is ... ab ... nor ... mal. Why are you still smiling at me?”



“Oh honey, this isn’t a smile. It’s an elegant way of saying, ‘go lick dung’.”



