Title: Definite Hints
Author: paraboobizarre 
Pairing(s): none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The characters used herein are fictional representations of real people and the actions and situations contained in the fics are no reflection on the real people on which they are based. All characters engaging in sexual acts of any kind are over 18 years of age. I do not believe anything of this ever happened, nor that it should and I do not make any money of this. It's fiction.
Warnings: none.
Summary: I cannot possibly give a summary now without revealing too much. Sorry...
Author's notes: I hope no one gets confused. This is one is so good. Oh I'm so sneaky haha

The swing set was red. The child sitting on the swing was maybe six or seven years old. From a distance it was quite hard to tell whether it was a girl or a boy. The clothes didn't give any definite hints, she was not the girly kind with pretty pink dresses and pigtails. Or maybe her dad was just the practical kind and preferred the short, nondescript hair cut and jeans. The small Hello Kitty! backpack laying discarded on one of the stone steps leading down into the garden though, now that was a definite hint.

“The swing set kind of...gets all wonky when she goes up higher. Did you notice that? Maybe you should, I dunno...do something to make it go less wonky.”
He simply groaned and pushed the opened beer bottle into his brother's hand. A futile attempt at shutting him up really. His twin would still talk with his mouth already pursed around the muzzle of the bottle.
“Don't lecture me on child safety, Bill. I have mum calling me every day already supplying me with useful tips.”
“'snot wike you...” There it was, talking round the beer bottle.

Bill sighed in satisfaction after the first few gulps of beer, letting out a rather loud and undignified belch right after it.
“God, please don't!” Tom reached for the gritty ashtray always kept within reach on the windowsill, lighting a cigarette and gracing his twin with a pleading look. “It took me an entire week to convince her that belching in public is not okay. She sees you doing that, she'll start with it right away again.”

His brother's only response was a subdued giggle.
“I'm serious, she's in that...phase, where she copies everything she thinks is cool. Unfortunately, in her book, you and me are the cool people.” Tom watched the thin strand of smoke trail upwards and dissipate into thin air. God, he had missed the acrid and strong taste of cigarettes. He had it down to five a day by now. Five too many. He would really miss smoking.

“It's not like you couldn't use some of mum's help, Tomi...” Bill lit a cigarette of his own. He was probably on his second pack of the day. Lucky bastard.
“What with Julia leaving and...” Out of the corner of his eye Tom saw the uneasy flicker in his brother's gaze, could practically feel that sudden apprehension settling between them. Julia had turned into their own private pink elephant. Always there even though she was not and never acknowledged.

“You know...yeah, that and all...” Bill attempted again but trailed off. The elephant planted its massive rosy rear end between their two folding chairs.
A short silence descended between them. Give the elephant some time to get comfortable.
“We both know why she left...” Tom eventually mumbled, staring ahead, watching the swing go to, fro, to and fro.

“You really think that's why...” Bill took another sip from his beer, giving him that same uneasy look he always had when it came to this particular subject. “...just because, she didn't know which-”
“It doesn't matter, not to me.” Tom interrupted his brother firmly. They had been over this so many times already. Going over the same night over and over again, talking over that pink elephant between them. What happened, happened. End of story.

“She looks more like me, you know...”
“We're identical, dumbass.”

End of story.