You, Dante and Virgil have been friends since you were in diapers. Your moms were best friends, so your families were friends before you were born.

So the three of you all grew up together. Virgil loved to read you books while Dante excitedly told you how he would protect you when he learned to wield a real sword.

So the years went by, and now you were eight years old, and the fact that you were growing up meant not only that you were taller, but that the twins' personalities began to emerge more often, and the differences between them became even more apparent. But that didn't stop them both demanding your attention as much as possible.

It was a sunny day, the three of you were playing in the street near the twins' house. While Virgil sat under a tree and read a book, you and Dante played with wooden swords and generally played active games while Virgil sat and watched you from time to time.

At some point you got tired of running around in the sun and started to feel thirsty, so you put down your wooden sword and went into the house for a drink of water.

When you returned to the boys you noticed the following picture, Virgil and Dante were pushing and practically fighting between each other saying

“She likes me better!” Exclaimed Dante pushing Virgil away with his hand over his face.

“No I do!” Replied Virgil as he tried to grab hold of Dante to knock him.