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"Just Paris. It’s lovely this time of year, isn’t it?" The oldest says before his cousin can stop him, watching as the bottle stops just before it reaches the pink of her lips and a dark eyebrow raises in a perfect arch. Mainly because in a way, they’re still speaking in a language all their own. A code of their own creation that hasn’t been used since their last family reunion a few years back, but a well understood code none the less. They were both completely different back then. Nikki was fifteen, quiet, and the absolute opposite of social. And for seventeen year old that had plenty of opportunities to make friends or at least conversation with someone other than his cat, Dimitri wasn’t much better. But when Nikki’s mother decided to bring the kids up to spend Christmas break along with a few additional weeks at their Grandmother’s house in Russia, everything changed.

Almost instantly Nikki and Dimitri were joined at the hip. They listened to music together, ate together, and even slept together side by side in front of the TV just so they could watch movies after everyone else had gone to bed. In fact, they were just halfway through their grandmother’s collection when they found what quickly became their shared favorite; The Dreamers. It was a modern classic set in Paris during the 1968 student riots that revolved around three characters. Matthew, a young American studying in France, and the French twins of evil, Theo and Isabelle. To put it shortly, it completely changed their views on everything from sexuality to politics and social acceptance. Which in turn, completely changed the way they lived their lives. 

They went out to sneak into the local nightclub instead of staying home to help finish up the leftovers from Christmas dinner. They started slipping alcohol from the wine cellar and cigarettes from their Uncle’s shirt pocket just to say they tried them. And as soon as they got their Christmas money (which was collectively more cash than either of them had ever seen in their lives), they pooled it together and went out to buy new wardrobes that for once didn’t consist of hand-me-downs but instead of Versace, Gucci, Prada, and after Nikki all but dragged Dimitri inside, Victoria’s Secret. 

Though with their new sense of confidence of course came their first experiences with dating and everything else, which wouldn’t have been such a big deal if they had actually known what they were doing or what they liked. So they decided to be each other’s wingmen, make a code so they could help each other out while on dates and experiment. A lot. They both went through their fair shares of boys, girls, and everything else under the gender rainbow before Nikki decided she was going to stick with men and Dimitri found that he liked a little bit of everything- including having the affections of more than one person at once… which was currently what he was hinting about at the moment.

"Yes, Paris is lovely but if we want it to go there this Summer, we should really plan the trip out, I mean- we wouldn’t want to rush things, would we?" She’s nervously tapping her fingers against the bottle now, trying to make her cousin understand that what he wants isn’t happening so soon.

"Then I suppose I’ll just have to stay a little longer so we can work out the details together."

Paris? They chose to speak about Paris in a completely different language to mask his ears from hearing it? No, that can’t be right. There’s something they’re not telling him, and he’s not quite sure whether he should be worried, frightened or excited about it.

It doesn’t help when they start talking in their little language again — no, not Russian this time, it was English. But this English came with hints and tricks on the emphasis on words that meant that it wasn’t just English. There was something that they were trying to say to each other but they couldn’t whilst he was in the room. The thought turned his stomach.

You have to remember that he’s been alone for the majority of his life. He didn’t have cousins that wanted to hang around with him. He didn’t have aunts and uncles that wanted to know of his existence. He didn’t have anyone besides his mother, Joey and his father and believe him when he tells you how lonely he is. Sure, he could basically speak in horse and he loved his mother more than anything, but they’re not friends. They’re not people he could hang out with and just relax like he did with Nikki when they were slowly completing this project. He doesn’t have anyone besides her and now he’s frightened that he doesn’t even have her because he felt incredibly distant at this moment in time.

In a fairly abrupt manner, he stands up onto his feet and ignores the strange sensation in his head as he glanced down to them both. “I’m going to go use the toilet, I’ll — uh, I’ll be back in a minute.” He just needed some air, really. Some time to sort out the stupid thoughts that flooded into his head alongside his rushing anxieties about the two of them and then he’ll be fine. He’ll return as the same, old, laughing Drover that would talk avidly about how much he’s always wanted to visit Paris too.

The second he’s outside, he begins the challenge that is darting around family members that he’s never met before with the hope of steering clear of any form of conversation. He didn’t mean to be rude, he just needed to breathe and relax and give his friends some space to talk about whatever it was they they seemed to be bottling up. As he waked, he fished his phone from his pocket and hurriedly texted his mother to let him know that he was fine, before he decided to text Nikki.

Maybe she would reply. Maybe she wouldn’t. Either way, he’d return in a few minutes. The peculiar feeling has returned, this time like his head has turned fuzzy and that there’s something enclosing it. Slightly blocking him from the world. He leant against one of the trees at the edge of her garden. Waiting. Taking deep breaths to steady himself.