Don't Touch Me. [ON HOLD]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ - ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ

RIGHT. LEFT. MORE to the right.

Ouch, fuck, to the left.

I swear to god this shower knob is a combination lock or something.

I'm in the shower, butt naked and freezing, trying to figure out how to keep the water somewhere in between 'boiling hot' and 'freezing my tits off'. This deluxe shower, which was too big to make me believe it was made for anything but fucking, was making me actually miss the bug-infested shower I had at home. Maybe that's why I'm having so much trouble. The shower I had before only had two options: 'fuck you' and 'lukewarm'. Even if I had to wash bugs down the drain before I got in, I could at least wash myself like a normal person. And maybe have some alone time.

Well, I was always alone. But getting away from the sounds my mom made in bed counted enough for me.

The water suddenly turned hot and I hissed, stumbling away from the water. Oh, whatever. I'm sick of messing with this knob.

I slowly stepped back into the water, trying to get used to the temperature. As I let the water spray me down, I began to think about my brothers. The ones I've met so far, at least.

Nick wasn't so bad. I mean, he obviously thinks I'm weird, and he's a bit of an asshole, but whatever. As long as he keeps his thoughts to himself I could care less what he thought of me. I'm just glad he hasn't tried to pick a fight. If I look at it that way, he isn't so bad.

Dimitri is probably my least favorite. I mean, with what happened at the stairs, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a bit upset. More than that, though, is how uncomfortable it'll be with him. Maybe he doesn't care too much now? He was pretty normal after we got to Anastasius's room.

Oh, right. Anastasius.

He's my twin. That was a total surprise, considering Ms. Social Worker didn't say anything about it. So far he's been moody, but I can't say I can really describe him that well yet. Since we're twins maybe we'll have some stuff in common, like my love for chocolate. I'll probably be spending the most time with him, too, since we're sharing rooms. Ugh, what if he jacks off at night or something?

Feeling clean, I turned the shower off, this time not struggling as much. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me, drying off quickly before putting on the Anastasius's clothes. The joggers were a bit long, and the hoodie was a tad large but more than anything they felt comfy. Who knew casual clothes could feel so luxurious. Sighing, I grabbed a hand towel and draped it over my head, ruffling my hair. I haven't felt this clean in a while.

Opening the door, I stepped out. Dimitri and Nick had left, while Anastasius sat at his desk, facing away from me and tapping away at his computer. I trotted over to my bed and hopped up, once again enjoying the comfortable blankets. I reached down and grabbed my backpack, setting it down on my lap. Right, I have to unpack. Not that I have much to unpack. I didn't have much I really needed to bring with me, after all.

Inside was a mostly full pack of cigarettes, an Apple shuffle, earbuds, a sweater, two pairs of underwear, and a sports bra. I immediately covered my backpack and looked up at Anastasius, who was still focused on his computer. I sighed in relief and, still staring at Anastasius, pulled the bra out of the backpack. I sneakily put the bra on, using [the secret method that every girl knows]. Finished, I pulled at and adjusted the bottom and back strap of the bra.

Snap. My bra strap slipped past my fingers, hitting my back.

Anastasius whipped his head around to look at me.

"What was that?" He continued staring at me, now turning his body so that his arm rested on the top of the chair.

"Nothing." I replied curtly, trying desperately to keep a straight face. I was somewhere in between bursting out laughing and crying out in embarrassment.

"I heard a sn-"

"What time is it?" I interrupted, my eyes drilling into his. Would he get my telepathic message to shut the fuck up?

"...it's 1:30." He responded slowly, not looking away from my eyes. This really feels like a staring contest. After a couple of moments, I finally tore my gaze away from his and slipped off the bed, setting my backpack down. Anastasius turned back to his computer, typing again.

"Dinner's at six, right?" I asked, rummaging through my backpack.

"Yeah. Like Dimitri said, you can do whatever."

"'Kay, cool. I'm gonna go out." Finally finding my pack of cigarettes again, I stuffed them into my hoodie pocket.

Oh.

My lighter. I don't have my lighter.

Out of everything, I forgot my lighter. And I can't even get it back since I'm a three hour flight and two hour drive from my old place. I groaned.

"Do you have a lighter?" I asked, sounding pained.

"Dimitri has one." Anastasius replied, before his fingers suddenly froze, leaving the room quiet. He turned back to me.

"Thanks." I said, standing up and hurriedly walking towards the door. Ugh, why of all people does it have to be Dimitri? I mean, he was the only one I thought could possibly smoke, but still.

"Why do you need a lighter?" Anastasius questioned, clearly suspicious. I paused just in front of the door.

"Scented candles." I answered, promptly leaving the room before he could ask anything else.

"Hey, wai-" I slammed the door shut. What's the big deal? Being rich assholes, I bet they've smoked at least once or twice before. I rolled my eyes before turning away from the door, now in the hallway.

Okay, so, Dimitri.

...

I don't know where Dimitri is. Or where his room is. That wasn't part of the tour. I should've asked Anastasius before shutting the door on him. I felt tempted to go back and ask him, but going back after leaving in such a way would be awkward, to say the least.

I facepalmed and turned my head towards Nick's room. I could probably ask him. Probably.

Shuffling slowly towards his door, I raised my fist and hesitantly knocked. I heard a loud laugh and then some quiet hushes, before a clattering noise and some footsteps. The door swung open to reveal the tall, curly-headed boy. I looked up at him and then peeked behind him. His room was smaller than the one I shared with Anastasius. It was predominantly red, with less of a fancy look and more modern themed. Beanbags, posters, and a guitar could be seen, along with his bed and a desk. On his desk was a desktop similar to Anastasius's, except it had a glowing keyboard, along with a glowing headset and a glowing mouse. How extra.

"What is it, Aine?" Nick asked, drawing my attention back to him. I felt my eye twitch at the nickname.

"Where's Dimitri?" I demanded, deciding that getting ahold of the lighter was more important than telling off a fuckboy.

"In his room." He responded, now leaning onto the doorway, smirking.

"Okaaay, where's his room?" I continued. Nick paused, now looking unsure of himself.

"On the second floor, but I don't think we showed you up there yet." He then looked back at his computer before turning back to me, as if he was trying to decide something.

"Uh, I'd show you up there, but I'm in the middle of a game right now. Just go up the stairs and go straight for a bit, then turn left at the first hallway. Dimitri's room is there." Nick directed, pushing himself away from the doorway.

"Gotcha." I thanked him before leaving, him shutting the door. I heard a couple of muffled laughs as I walked away, and sighed.

"Okay, go in, grab the lighter, and leave. Not that hard." I muttered as I got to the stairs, staring up at the second floor.

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