The Three Kings of Langley Academy

XIV: Football

"I swear, mama oughtta slap you silly for that."

"Sashka, I swear, if you are stupid enou-" the voice halted his reply to the similar sounding one. "Is that..."

"Lilac?" a voice questioned and the gentle touch of a hand on my shoulder suddenly arrived. I didn't move and had stopped crying when this happened. "What should we do?"

"We should carry her to-" "I'm fine." I blurted out, cutting off the words of whoever spoke, raising my head from my arms where it was tucked. The two, who were Sashka and Mishka, which is which, I didn't know for certain, seeing my definitely blotchy face, knit their brows and had their expressions soften. "What's wrong?" the one to my right asked. "Do you need us to do anything?" the one on my left added, his softened features hardening with anger.

I sighed and nodded, looking between them in confusion. "No, no. I'm... just... sad, 's all."

"Why?" the spoke in unison, making me groan. 

I mean I get they're trying to help me, but I was just getting a headache because of the confusion. What's worse was they were wearing the same shirt and shorts on so it was next to impossible for me to decipher the difference. "I'm sorry, but this is making me dizzy. And I'm sorry again because I can't tell which is which."

They laughed at this, just as I re-positioned myself so the two could sit down next to me on either side. "It's in the eyes and the eyebrows," the one on my right explained. "Mishka has softer eyes, but I have stronger ones." "Or at least that's what our mother says." Mishka spoke with a smile, making me sniffle as I turned to each of them. 

After looking back and forth, they decided it would be funny to throw on on weird faces. With a chuckle, I pulled back and pushed their faces together, looking at them side by side.

"Oi, Lilac, this isn't very nice," Sashka complained as I kept a hand on his and his brother's face. Pulling my hand away, I stood up and turned to them, "Okay, I'm going to turn around and you switch around or something, then when you're ready, I'll turn around again and say, hopefully correctly, which is which, okay?"

The turned to each other then nodded.

So, one, two, three, I turned around and looked at the two of them. I pursed my lips in contemplation and narrowed my eyes. Then, I pointed bravely, "You're Sashka, and you're Mishka." I pointed left to right. The two turned to each other with raised lips then turned to me making me nervous because I may have had that completely wrong. But when they started laughing, I felt my heart ease out of tension. "You're right," Sashka spoke.

I smiled and jumped. "That's what I'm talking about, baby."

"Ohh, hear that, Mishka, Dahlberg called me baby."

Mishka glared at his brother, "No she didn't she meant me, idiot."

"No, she meant--" "Uhh... I wasn't referring to either of you."

Sashka chuckled and Mishka crossed his arms sighing exaggeratedly, "Pity. You should get your twin priorities straightened." he then winked playfully, making me simply laugh. "Anyway, you should come watch us practice."

"Practice what?"

"Football, obviously, that's why we're dressed like this. We're on the team." Sashka turned to his brother and hit his chest lightly with the back of his hands, "Moron, they call it soccer here."

I smiled at that, "Oh, you two are in the football team too? I heard you have a game coming up soon." They smiled and nodded in sync. "That's right," one said. "Who told you?" the other asked. "Thomas Sato."