Twin brother

​(Sammy)
It was a hot day. The sun was so hot that I felt as if I was already in Hell, burning for being such a jerk. I lost my job for the fifth time and knew my twin brother was going to be furious.
​He was the one who found this job for me. I had just worked for two months, and I was promoted to managing director. A good position for me, as my mom said, but my twin said I didn't even deserve to be anyone's secretary. Of course, all of them were just intimidated by my intelligence as well as my beauty.
​“Damn… where is that jerk?” I muttered in frustration as I glanced at my gold Rolex watch around my wrist. An hour had passed. My twin was nowhere to be seen.
​I was standing there like an orphan abandoned by her parents. The cars driving by had noisy people who kept staring at me as if I had a sign on my forehead that said 'For Sale.'
​I didn't understand why I had no car… no, no, wait. I had a beautiful car I called Shawn, but my Shawn was taken away because I failed to pay for the alcohol I made people drink at the bar last night…. Damn it!
​I didn't want to even think about last night; it was horrible. My best friend and I went to let loose and celebrate our single lives. Of course, it was one-sided; I was the only single dog. However, my bestie loved to suit the environment despite her being engaged to someone I thought was not right for her.
​It was a beautiful night, and out of excitement, I shouted, “Drinks on me!” while dancing on the stripper pole, which I wanted to try out. People went crazy as they ordered all the expensive beers, which the owner of the bar thought I would pay for.
​As much as it was funny, the storm was calm, and the bill was dropped on my table. My soul immediately left my body. I didn't have any money to pay for everything; hence, the man took my car, and that was how I ended up being without a car and hopeless.
​After some time of shielding my face from all the stares I was getting from people, I spotted a black sports car driving at full speed. It stopped abruptly just before me.
​I frowned, knowing the jerk was late. And yes, I forgot. My brother was like some hotshot: a perfect body, great blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes, which I wished I had. But God blessed me with hazel eyes and brown hair, and, like some god, he was handsome.
​With a killer smile, my brother stepped out of his sports car. Judging by his messy hair, which he always kept neat and shiny, I knew work was a pain in the neck at his office. His white shirt was half-tucked into his black trousers, and his black tie was loose as if he had been tugging at it repeatedly.
​“Sammy… for goodness' sake… what’s all this?” Like I expected, my brother said as soon as he walked to me. But I wasn't concerned about his anger. I was so tired and thirsty and hungry that I could barely hear him as I shoved my bag in his arms, which he took unexpectedly and threw it in his car.
​“I quit… that clown can’t handle me,” I spoke as I walked past my tall brother, who cursed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back so I could face him.
​“Sammy, again! Do you know the kind of trouble I went through to get this job for you? How can you do this again?” I could see that my twin was upset. He was the one supporting us.
​I hated hunting for jobs and preferred staying at our parents' house and stuffing my face with food. People couldn't handle me and found faults when they were just jealous. Hence, I smiled and rested my hand on his shoulder.
​“I’d rather be a babysitter and watch annoying children than be anyone's slave… now let’s go have something to eat… come on, Charlie, I’m starving,” I told him my thoughts and pouted when saying the last words. If he wanted to scold me, he'd better do it while I was eating; that way, I could hear him well, because whenever I was hungry, I heard nothing.
​“That can’t happen… I have something important to do,” my brother said immediately he entered the car. I took the passenger's seat and played with the little penguin that was dangling in front of me.
​“More important than your sister… your twin?” I asked, not believing he'd dare refuse me when I was hungry and his little sister, despite being the same age. My brother ignored my complaints and started driving the car.
​“My boss died… the company is a mess, and you calling me… is giving me a headache,” he said, and I frowned, knowing my brother had the coolest job ever. He was the vice president at a well-known company owned by the Williams, and the man who was the CEO was hotter than the two sons of Jupiter. However, he had kids.
​“You know I always knew you hated me. Tell me, why did you not find a job at that company? At least I could tolerate a hot man, but no… you chose a clown,” I remarked, not caring about his boss dying. I preferred not to involve myself in my brother’s affairs. And like I said something funny, my twin chuckled as he turned the car, and I frowned.
​“You wouldn’t last a second… it’s a shame he’s no more… such a great boss he was,” my brother said, and I could sense a hint of sadness in his voice, his manly voice that women went crazy over. I rolled my eyes at his words and shifted my eyes out the window, admiring the beautiful City of London.
​“My condolences for your loss,” I muttered after some time as I leaned back my head and closed my eyes. From now on, I would work on establishing my own business, but I hated working.
​I knew my mom was already standing outside the door, waiting for me to explain why I was worthless. However, as soon as my brother dropped me off at our house, which wasn't big or anything—it was in a quiet, fancy neighborhood that was chosen by my parents—and as soon as I stood there with my luggage, I cursed under my breath as I watched Trisha Morgan busy talking on the phone. I knew she was busy telling her husband about my failures.
​“Hi mom… bye mom,” I said quickly as I passed by with lightning speed, hoping to keep her off, but the woman already grabbed my bag and pulled me back, and I gasped at her sudden move.
​“She just came back… she’s useless, and I’m sure she would have been better if you were here, but no, you left us and went to fight some war that isn’t even there!” My mom kept on yelling, and like I guessed, my poor dad was getting the end of it. And like an innocent child, I stayed there and listened to my mom point out my dad’s work in the army as worthless. I wasn’t offended because that was how Mom and Dad spoke to each other.