The Troubled Twin (Book One of The Twin Series) (EDITING IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

"Mrs. Payne, we have Megan in custody again. I will be bringing her back to your residence as soon as possible." Officer Davis, also known as Rick, told my mum over his cell phone; she was numero uno on speed dial.

"Come on Rick, couldn't you have let me go this once? Don't you know what's going to happen now? Are you not going to miss me?" I asked from the back seat. Rick was only eight years older than me and actually baby sat me and my brother. We knew each other pretty well.

"Yeah, Meg I do. And no sorry I won't miss you. I don't have to put up with you for three whole months." He said, smirking in the rear view mirror, "But why do you do it, why do you keep getting in trouble?"

"I don't know, it's fun watching you run after me." I laughed.

"I have a theory." He said.

"Pray tell," I said with my natural smart ass tone.

"Attention," He said and made me scoff.

"Yes, you pegged me. I fight, vandalize, and smoke the occasional blunt for attention." I said sarcastically.

"Did you just say 'smoke the occasional blunt'?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me.

"No, I said go on the occasional hunt." I easily lied.

"Well, anyway we are here. Let's get you out because you got some packing to do!" He said, way too happily. He got out of the cop car and walked around to my side. He opened the door and helped me out, I always had trouble getting out with handcuffs on. Wow that sounded kinky didn't it? Oh well.

We walked up to my front door to be met with Mum glaring daggers at me. When she saw Rick, he glaze instantly softened. Don't you just hate when parents do that? One second they're pissed then the next they talk like nothing ever happened.

"Rick, why don't you come in? I will make you a cup of tea." She said.

"No thank you Mrs. Payne, I'm still on duty. But thank you though." He said and politely walked away, back to his car. Mum immediately shut the door and glared at me again then started rubbing her temples.

"I don't want to hear it this time. Go upstairs and pack. Your train leaves at eight in the morning and Liam will pick you up." I ran up the stairs and opened the door to my room. I flopped down on my queen size bed and pulled out my phone, dialing my best friend's phone number.

"Bubba's Whore House, where your whores come hot and mostly clean." She answered in a southern voice.

I laughed at her and said, "Brandi this is a serious phone call!"

"What's up babe?" She asked then gasped, "You didn't did you?"

"I did,"

"What did you do?"

"Fighting again."

"Did you win?

"Don't I always?"

"True," She laughed then got serious, "When do you leave?"

"My train leaves at eight." I said and heard a gasp.

"I'll be there in ten." She said and hung up the phone.

I laid in my bed for a few more minutes and decided I should start packing. I literally rolled out of my bed and crawled over to my closet. I pulled out my hard plastic suitcase and threw it on my bed. I was looking in my closet at what I should pack when I heard my door slam open. I turned to see my second favorite ginger.

"What am I going to do without you!?" She faked sobbed on my shoulder.

"Um, draw," I said with a 'duh' tone. She always draws. She has practically permanent charcoal stains on her hands and she always has a pad with her.

"I know that but what will I draw? Normally I draw you and you won't be here and I don't like drawing anything else and I don't know what to do!" She cried. She was right, her notepad was filled with drawings of me. I was either fighting, eating, singing, or doing some random ass thing.

"How about I send pictures to you and you can draw them that way?" I asked her.

"Ok, now let's get you pack!" She said. She walked over to my closet and pulled out five pairs of jeans in various colors, five pairs of shorts in various colors, a couple of dresses, some hoodies, tank tops, and t-shirts. That was the extent of helping me. Brandi had a great fashion sense and I didn't. She always picked out my clothes. I picked out my shoes though, putting them in a whole separate bag. I loved shoes. They were the best. I grabbed four pairs of vans, three pairs of converses, two pairs of TOMS, a pair of UGG boots, and some flip flops.

"Don't forget toiletries." Brandi said, looking down at her drawing pad. She was currently working on something she started yesterday. It was a picture of me punching at a punching bag.

"Thanks for reminding me, again." I smiled and walked into my bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and make up like foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara and put them in my bag that would be a backpack along with my straightener, curling iron, and some shampoo and conditioner.

I walked back into my room and flopped back on my bed. Brandi had put away the drawing and turned on my TV. There was a special on about my brother and his friends.

"Liam Payne, 19, has his fair share of women in his life. Living with two older sisters and his mother, he says he is well aware of how to treat women. Danielle reports that 'he is absolutely the sweetest person I have ever met.'" I muted the TV after that, realizing something.

"Did you notice what I noticed?" I asked Brandi

" 'Living with two older sisters and his mother'" Brandi mocked the person on the TV, "There wasn't mentioned anything about a twin."

"Geez, I didn't know he hated me that much. I guess I don't even exist." I said. I thought he would have told his weird fans about the person he shared a womb with but I guess not. Hell, now I don't even know if he has told his friends about me.

After thinking about how I didn't exist I turned the TV off and fell asleep.

Author's Note:

So I finished my first Fanfic, Niall Horan is My Mate, so I'm going to start posting on this one now. I hope y'all like it!

Love you awesome nerds <3