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"Do Me a Favour" -Arctic Monkeys
September 18th, 2002 7:15am
Charlie spoke your name out in a confused manner, his expression one of concern, yet irritability. His hair color matched yours, both of your genes nearly the same—despite your personalities bashing.
"Look, I can explain—" Your words stop dead as Charlie's eyes directed to behind you, to the window. "Who the hell is that?"
Your head whipped around, the light haired male peeping into the window. "Look, Charlie, chill out, it's fine. He's a friend."
"A friend, huh? A 'friend' " Charlie raised an eyebrow, his fingers gesturing air quotations as he glanced back at Brian.
"You know Mom and Dad wouldn't approve of a boyfriend." Your brother crossed his arms, staring down to you. Your expression morphed to a flustered one as your kind registered what Charlie implied.
"What?—no, no, we aren't together." You defended yourself, eyes on your twin. "Also, when the hell have they even pretended to give a shit about us, ever?"
He sighed, attention turning to Brian.
"You. Give me your name, age, where you live, what your intentions are with my sister—" Before Charlie could continue, you interrupted him. "Look, Charlie, you don't have to—"
Brian stepped up, fully stepping through the windowsill before softly stating your name. "It's okay, let me do this." Your sandy-haired counterpart stood beside you, clearing his throat.
"I'm Brian. Brian Thomas, I'm sixteen. I live right next door, and I can assure you, I mean nothin' but to protect your sister and be a good friend." His hands raised defensively, his eyes locked with Charlie's. The deep southern twang lessened your brother's concern by a smidge.
Charlie hummed, arms crossed. You knew Charlie felt intimidated by his size, considering he's his build and height, if not taller—adding on to the fact that Brian is older. You could read your brother like a book.
"Just—" Charlie zipped his mouth as the three of you heard audible footsteps walking up the stairs. "Go, go, hide!" Charlie ushered Brian to the closet, to which he swiftly hid behind some hanging clothes. You shut the white sliding door as your bedroom door opened.
Your heart pounded as your father appeared, eyes glancing between you both. "What the hell is going on up here?" His voice set off the usual alarms in your head, anxiety shooting through the roof.
"Nothing, Dad, we just.. got into an argument, is all. Don't worry about it." Charlie defended, hands raising as he slightly steps in front of me.
"Don't you tell me what to worry about and what not to under my roof, boy!" He snapped, venom seething through his words as he stared down at the two of you.
Charlie stopped, eyes conflicted of whether to hide in a protective shell or snap back like the hothead he naturally is.
"Just, we're fine. Okay? We're fine." Charlie stated as calmly as he humanly could—which wasn't much but, it's the thought that counts.
Your father scoffed, leaning on the door frame before turning around to leave. "Both of you have done nothing but make my life a living hell.."
His words stung, for sure. Charlie embraced you, resting his chin on the top of your head. "Take his words with a grain of salt." He gave your back a firm pat before letting go.
"You can come out now, Bri." You said quietly, the older teen popping out of the closet, carefully stepping over clothes. "Sorry about that.." you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck.
"It's okay, my dad is the same way." He looked down to his feet. "He's barely spared me a glance my entire life."
"Well, Brian, you seem like you can keep your head attached to your shoulders, which is enough for me." Charlie gave a slight smile, arms crossed.
Brian returned the friendly gesture before holding out his hand, to which your brother took.
November 25th, 2009 8:37pm
A horrified expression sat comfortably on your face as you watched the footage, noticing yourself and Jay sprawled out in your living room—dead asleep. Though, that isn't what scares you. It was a rather frequent occurrence for the both of you to fall asleep while binging tapes.
It's the familiar masked figure that stood over you both behind the couch that scared you. The distorted audio and the glitches unsettled you to your core as the footage cut to the masked man standing directly in front of the camera.
"Oh my god." You mumbled, your hand resting over your mouth. "What the fuck."
