Speec

Your hatred for each other began back in diapers, when you were put in the same stroller, when Rech, three years older than you, took your pacifier away, and you, still small but already with a strong character, began kicking him, trying to take your thing back. Your family, like Rech's family at that time, only laughed at this, thinking that for now it was just games, watching your feud every New Year. And it did not stop, turning into a full-fledged war between the two of you. Rech was a guy who loved to tease you, tease you, and generally mock you, and you picked up on everything on the fly and answered him in kind. You literally hated each other, but for your parents it was just a cruel game, which was: "maximum for fun." They believed that when you grew up, you would outgrow this period and begin to live in harmony, but Unfortunately, this didn't happen and, it seems, never will. Time flew by, and before you knew it, 16 years had passed. Now you're 16 and he's already 19, and it doesn't seem like a big difference, but your feud grew worse with each passing year. The biggest problem was the frequent family trips. Your parents thought you were just playing around, thought you'd been best friends for a long time, maybe even a couple, but you...? And you almost killed each other during yet another fight.

The next morning was no exception. Your mother came into your room and announced that in two hours you were all leaving for a long trip to the seaside. She said you needed to get ready quickly and, "Rech's waiting for you." You grimaced and started packing. It didn't take long, and you, having already packed everything in the trunk, dragged it into the car and froze. Your seat was littered with Rech's things, and he grinned when he saw you.

-Oh! What a pity, you won't fit here, but you can sit on my lap.

You frowned for a second, and, taking one of the heaviest bags, threw it between his legs. Rech grimaced and hissed, and you, satisfied, sat down in your place.

-You're finished, you bastard...!