The Carson’s kitchen was easily double the size of
mine’s, not that my kitchen was too shabby or anything, but
maybe, because they had a chef’s kitchen that was separated
from the home kitchen. This probably came from the fact that the
twins were the children of Billy and Lola Carson, both incredible
renowned chefs of the world. I was excited to see food lain out
on the countertops as finger food, which I greedily grabbed and
ate the delicious delicacies. Hayden’s head was stuck in
the commercial size fridge, scanning for something to drink.
So far, Hayden had been a gentleman, driving me here and even
offering to work on the project alone with all his brains and
whatnot, but even with that, Kyle’s blunt words about him
were still nagging in the back of my mind. It’s been three
days, and Kyle still wouldn’t tell me why Hayden was such a
bad person to get to know. I knew I was starting to get on his
nerves, so I decided to cool off, and find out for myself.
Finally, his head came out with two bottles of water and a
“I guess we’ll just deal with these.” He handed
me one and came to sit next to me on the leather couch in his
just as large living room. I took it gratefully and took a swig
of it. For the next two hours, we carefully planned and worked
out problems in changes of enthalpy, heat transfer, and even drew
up a possible lab we could use as part of our project. We took a
little break when Gage walked through the elevator door from
their apartment. He was kind of glowing in a manly way, and came
over to sit with us on the couch.
“Hello there mister. What are you smiling about?” I
asked him with a knowing smile.
“Nothing. Just the usual things going on.”
I remembered that thing about Hayden and formed a plan right on
the spot to figure this little mystery out. “So you say.
Hey, remember you wanted to show me that thing in your room? You
don’t mind for a minute do you Hayden?” I stood up
quickly as Hayden shook his head, and Gage looking at me with a
confused face. I motioned him to follow me, and his befuddled
facial expression reverted back to a normal one and he led me the
way to his room.
“What’s up Gen?” He plopped down on his bouncy
“Why doesn’t Kyle like your brother?” I got
right to the point.
His easygoing smile faded right away and turned into an
uncomfortable one, his hands fidgeting with his hair. His light
green eyes, I could tell, was contemplating on whether or not he
should tell me. He looked up at my expectant face and sighed.
“It’s something that we don’t really talk
about. It’s really old and embarrassing.” He waved
his hand around like it was something miniscule and unimportant,
trying to dismiss my question, but I persisted. I hit him in the
“Gage, you better tell me or I’ll tell Blair
everything I know about you, and I know a lot.” I instantly
felt a little guilty for blackmailing him, but this was an
important matter I wanted to address.
He sighed and gestured me to sit down on his desk