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Deondre adjusted his bag and surveyed the library in search of his twin brother, Tamonte; they were meeting up with him to study. Spotting Tamonte at a table by a window Deondre headed over, sliding easily into the seat at the other end.
“Hey,” Tamonte smiled. Deondre grunted and flashed a peace sign before digging into his backpack. They pulled out their laptop, green notebook, and pen case. He took a swig from his water bottle and got to work. The siblings chugged along with their respective assignments, Tamonte pecking out a discussion post he’d left till the last minute and Deondre dutifully scribbling down notes for his calculus class. Deondre drank steadily from his water to keep himself alert and because sitting by the window made him warm. He was halfway through his third assignment- and three-fourths of the way through his water- when he was suddenly interrupted.
An iPad stylus tapped to the top of his laptop screen drawing his attention away from the equation he was working through. Looking up they saw Tamonte leaning across the table at him.
“Can I help you?” They asked, screwing up their face in annoyance.
“I hope so, I said your name like three times,” Tamonte replied, sitting back in his seat.
Deondre’s eyebrows knitted together, “Did you? Whatever. What do you want?”
Tamonte held out his iPad, “Will you look over my discussion post and tell me if it sucks or not?”
“Yeah sure,” Deondre accepted the device, “What’s this supposed to be about?”
“A review about how Tom and Myrtle view cheating on their respective partners and where they differ in their opinions.” Deondre nodded and began looking over the paragraph.
With his attention no longer on his work, Deondre felt their mind begin to drift. Eyes skimming over the words, he realized how stiff he was and shifted to get more comfortable. He fixed a few grammatical errors in Tamonte’s writing and handed the iPad back.
“Alright, you’re good.”
“Yeah, you think my point is clear?”
“They both think cheating is okay but Tom is pointedly not thinking about the implications of his actions cause he still loves his wife while Myrtle is like shouting it from the rooftops cause she hates her husband.”
“Yes basically exactly, awesome.” Tamonte took the iPad and quickly copied his review to the discussion board. As soon as his screen showed confirmation of a successful submission he popped out of his chair. Deondre raised a suspicious eyebrow at his sudden movements.
“I’m gonna go potty,” Tamonte explained, “Do you wanna come?”
“Potty? Seriously? You have got to stop saying that Tam, we aren’t five anymore,” Deondre rolled their eyes.
Tamonte waved him off, “Yeah yeah, I’m immature and annoying. Are you comin' or not?” he asked again, beginning to fiddle with the button on his pants.
“Nah I’m good, you go potty or whatever,” Deondre snickered as Tamonte turned and left. He stretched and took another sip of water before resuming his work. Tamonte returned shortly, dropping down in his seat. He unlocked his iPad and again the brothers lapsed into silence.
It wasn’t until the sun was dipping below the horizon and Tamonte’s iPad was below ten percent that they decided to pack up. Standing Deondre picked up his water bottle to find it completely empty. He stared at it as the memories of him drinking down the liquid came rushing back alongside the urgent heaviness in his abdomen. He groaned and stuffed his things into his backpack haphazardly.
“You good?” Tamonte asked, suddenly standing much closer than Deondre was expecting. Deondre jumped and a short burst of pee squirted into their pants.
“Yeah I’m fine I just-” they glanced around nervously before beckoning Tamonte closer, “I have to go potty,” he whispered. Tamonte’s face pulled into a grin and his eyebrows went up.
“Oh, do you? What happened to not being five anymore?” he snarked.
Deondre glared, “Shut up,” they hissed with a hand coming down to hold themselves.
“Alright alright, you go, I’ll watch our stuff and we can leave.”
“I don’t know where the bathroom is,” Deondre muttered.
Tamonte stared, “Seriously?” Deondre nodded desperately. “Okay come on,” he shouldered Deondre’s backpack alongside his own tote bag, “I’ll show you, let’s go potty .” Keeping a sharp lookout for onlookers and a firm grip on their crotch, Deondre followed Tamonte closely. They reached what looked like a wall with two doors in it, the only indication it was a bathroom was an arrow sign between the doors that read ‘restrooms’. They were both family bathrooms and Deondre dashed into the first one and the nearest stall. Locking the stall door they fumbled with their zipper and button before shoving his pants and underwear down. The second his clothes were out of the way he let loose.
His pee rushed out in a strong stream, tinkling into the bowl. A goofy, relieved smile spread over their face; they sighed and allowed their shoulders to drop. He sighed again when the stream tapered off and stopped, an airy free sensation replaced the previous heaviness. Shaking himself off Deondre placed himself back into his underwear and fastened his pants. He stepped out of the stall and flashed a peace sign to Tamonte who was leaning against the wall by the sinks.
“Everything good?” Tamonte asked when Deondre was drying his hands.
“Yeah, just drank too much.”
“Clearly,” Tamonte laughed, “Here hold these a minute,” he handed the bags over. “What?” he asked at Deondre’s confused look, “You’re not the only one who had to go.” He ducked into the stall Deondre had just vacated. Deondre rolled their eyes but held their brother’s bag safely off the floor until he returned. Tamonte finished faster than Deondre and came strolling out of the stall to wash his hands and take his bag. With empty bladders the two brothers took their leave of the library, choosing to race to the car when they were halfway across the parking lot.