Just A Little Bit Caught (ON HOLD)

Chapter 20: Caught Up In New Faces

--Chapter 20--

*Joe's p.o.v.*

I was finally out of the airplane, after hours of sitting on those leathery airplane seats. So this was what Russia actually looked like. It looked exactly the way I imagined it. A thick fog was visible, and gray snow was falling hard.

I examined a cloudy breath escape my mouth and I shivered at the extremely cold weather. I struggled to pull my leather jacket closer to my body, and I rubbed my woolly mitten covered hands together in order to create the slightest bit of body heat.

After all the processes done in the airport, I was out in the Russian world. It was weird to see Russians and their crazy accents, I failed to understand every word that came out of their mouths.

I looked everywhere, wondering where Mel could be. I asked everywhere, I even brought a picture of her. But the only thing the Russians responded were confused looks and hard-to-understand accents.

It was soon getting dark and I felt that all hope was lost. I didn't know what to do. I had no place to stay.

I looked around nervously, searching for a little help. I kept walking, and soon I found a little bakery, its yellow lights flickering in the foggy darkness. I walked towards it and found no one in the cashier. I sat on the cold cemented floor and waited for someone to notice me.

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I think I fell asleep, because I woke up in a couch and in an unfamiliar house.

I heard muffled voices.

"Is he awake?"

"His eyes are open, Claire. Duh, he's obviously awake."

"Fine, stop being your annoying self Lara. It's as annoying as your annoying self."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Whatever."

I squinted my eyes and saw two girls staring at me with wide eyes. They both looked insanely alike, except the difference of their hair color. One of them had blonde hair, while the other one was ginger. Their eyes were the same color; a sea green.

"Um. Who are you?" the blonde asked.

"My name's Joe. I'm from California." I replied bluntly.

"Oh." The ginger mused. "I'm Lara, and this is my sister Claire." She motioned to the blonde.

"Hello. Nice to meet you both, Lara and Claire. Out of curiosity, are you twins? You look so alike, it scares me." I chuckled lightly.

Claire giggled. "Yeah. We're identical twins."

"Yup," Lara said, popping the p. "The both of us are naturally blondes, I just think the ginger color is cool for me." She motioned to her orange red hair.

"And," she added. "Claire has bigger feet than me. She's like big foot."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Say that to your sweaty armpits."

"My armpits are NOT sweaty. You have huge feet and I think they're like, size 11?"

Claire's eyes widened. "How dare you say my shoe size in public."

Lara faked to be shocked. "Oops, I'm sorry, I just did."

"You're annoying."

"Well, if I'm annoying, you're more annoying."

I clapped my hands together. "Please stop fighting! You're sisters. and the both of you are supposed to be best friends, right?"

Claire looked at Lara. "He's right. I'm sorry for saying you have sweaty armpits!!"

"And I'm sorry for announcing your shoe size!" Lara wailed.

"No, i'm sorry for calling you annoying." Claire wrapped her arms around Lara.

"I'm sorry for calling you more annoying!"

"You need a better deodorant, though." Claire whispered.

Lara rolled her eyes and turned to me. "I'm sorry for all that. We have a friend coming over later, by the way."

I groaned. "Great, girly sleep-overs. Just the thing I needed."

"What brings you here anyway?" Claire asked.

"I'm looking for my girlfriend. I love her, and I let her slip off my fingers."

Lara pretended to wipe a tear. "That's...so....sweet!" she gasped.

Claire fake sobbed on Lara's shoulder.

"Anyway," Claire stopped all the fake sobs. "I need to take a shower before she comes."

"Your friend?"

"Well, duh." Lara rolled her eyes and followed after Claire.

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The doorbell rang and the twins--or should I say twits--were still busy trying to look beautiful in their room.

I opened the door to see a brunette with bright blue eyes. "Hi?" I greeted.

She screamed and hit me with her purse. "What did you do to Claire and Lara? How dare you?" She hit me repeatedly and I was basically stunned to say anything.

"You. Big. Fat. Ass." She yelled while hitting me more.

I heard the clicking of heels behind me. "What are you doing?" Lara's voice screamed.

The girl stopped, her jaw dropping. "Wait, you know him?"

"Yes!" Claire squealed. "He's a guest!"

"Ooops," the girl rambled.

I stood up. "Hullo. I'm Joe Sinclair."

"From California," Lara piped up.

"Hello Joe." The girl chirped. "My name is Stephanie Ann Miles. You can call me Bea." She kept a straight face, and I had no idea if it was a joke or not.

I looked at her like she was the weirdest person alive. I tried to reply, but no words came out of my mouth. I mean, seriously, where did Bea come from? What kind of sorcery is this?

Then, 'Bea' started laughing, hard too. What?

She laughed harder, Lara and Claire joining her. "Your face....was... priceless!"

I cocked an eyebrow.

She held on her stomach, snorting and laughing wildly.

She took a deep breath before turning to look at me, a grin pasted on her face. "That was the best reaction I've seen," she sighed, trying to control the giggles escaping her lips.

I looked at her with utmost confusion.

"I was just kidding, you can call me Steph."

"Oh."

Well, that was interesting.

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Thank you to Miles, Ann, and Louie for the idea for this chapter! I love the twins!

What did you guys think of Steph's joke? Because that was some serious hilarious comedy right there!

FAN, VOTE AND COMMENT!

xx, Bea