heads or tails // m.t + c.p [ discont. ]

Ch 0.9 • The Twins

The next morning when I woke up I just pretended to be asleep still. Charlie had text me. Why? After ignoring me for all this time he waits until I'm finally happy to send it all crashing down again! I huff in frustration and fine Blake's button-up on the floor and put it on, leaving the top few buttons. The shirt fell a little below my butt, I checked it was decent in the full body mirror and left to go downstairs. I saw Blake downstairs with a mug of what I assumed to be coffee and wearing nothing but his boxers. "Morning sleeping beauty," he mumbled against my lips, having come over to say good morning. I kissed back and mumbled a quick:

"Good morning," in response. We pulled back and I realised he was leaning against a bar. Seriously how much money did this guy have?!

No Meghan, money doesn't matter.

That's what I told myself anyway. My arms were round his neck and his arms were resting on my hips as we leaned on his bar. His coffee was long since forgotten somewhere on the counter as we conversed like this. We heard a pair of wolf whistles behind us and I instinctively pulled the shirt down while Blake rolled his eyes. I turned around and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Behind me stood Ashton, and another kid who looked about the same age as him, with similar hair, eyes and facial features, but not exactly the same. I felt even more self conscious with me now being in the presence of a man who drives me around the city. "Sorry," Blake apologised, "I should've warned you about the twins."

"You think?" I hissed a little.

"Hey, Meghan. This is my twin brother, Cameron. But you can call him Cam and me Ash if you want."

"Actually, Cam, can speak for himself. It's lovely to meet you Meghan. I've heard a lot, nice to finally put a face to the stories."

"All good things I hope," I chuckled nervously.

He nodded with the same cheeky smile as both his brothers, "All good things."

"Meghan can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Ashton questioned and I nodded, leaving Blake and Cam in the kitchen together.

"So what's up?"

"I can't be your driver anymore," he mumbled. This must be some kind of record, two drivers in two weeks. "It's because now you're dating my brother, I know you outside of work, so I can't be your driver anymore, the company doesn't allow it." My mouth formed and 'o' shape and I nodded in understanding.

"That's okay, Ash," I smiled. "You can't help that."

"Thanks Meg," he grinned, hugging me. I spent another hour or so with the boys, in more appropriate clothing, before I had to leave. Ashton was assigned to someone else already, Cammy had a job and Blake had work also. I text my new driver the address and a car pulled up within ten minutes. The driver got out, usual formal outfit and cap, stood outside the car smiling slightly at me. My breath hitched and my throat closed up. Charlie.

"Hey Meghan," he smiled lightly at me and tears threatened to fall from my eyes. "No, no, no, no don't cry Meghan please," he rushed to my side and pulled me into a hug which just caused me to cry harder into him. "Sssssssssh," he soothed and eventually I managed to calm down.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, laughing a little.

"It's okay," he smiled, once again only lightly, but definitely an improvement to the last time I saw him. "You never replied to my text," he mentioned as we climbed in the car.

"Well, uh-" he cut me off with w slight laugh.

"Meg, I'm kidding. I would never expect you to just text me back after I just left you like I did," he smiled, broader and wider than he ever had before. I giggled and grinned back at him. This was nice, this was really nice. "So, you off home?" He asked. I shook my head.

"I have a better idea."

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20 minutes of conversation later and we pulled up at the ice cream shop. "Are you sure this is a good idea Meghan?" Charlie breathed, obviously recalling the last time we were here.

"Yes," I spoke confidently, though on the inside I was also scared. "Last time we were here, it was just the way home. Not the actual ice cream, that was amazing. From what I remember anyway."

"Okay then," Charlie sighed, getting out of the car with me. We entered and he told me he'd order for me, I agreed after a little debate. He appeared at the table with one like, bucket of raspberry swirl ice cream and two spoons. I raised my eyebrow. "What?" He laughed, "it was cheaper and you get more for your money. Plus, raspberry swirl is like the best flavour this place sells," he informs me and I laugh nodding my head.

"Okay then." We sat there eating ice cream like a pair of school children. Laughing and giggling on an extreme sugar rush.

"What do snowmen eat for breakfast?" He asked me laughing.

"I don't know Charlie, what do snowmen eat for breakfast?" I replied, equally as giddy as him, lost somewhere in a fit of giggles.

"Snowflakes!" he finished, laughing his ass off at his un-funny joke. I can't say much, I laughed too. I shook my head at our childishness but refused to say anything. What's wrong with pretending to be little kids again? Sat in an ice cream store eating the sugary cold goodness without worrying how much weight you'll put on, not curious as to if you'll need to scrub your teeth for 10 minutes straight because when you were younger you just didn't care. What's wrong with pretending to be innocent, if only for a little while. Back when if somebody said the word 'sex', it was meaningless and useless. When somebody swore and you would gasp at society's forbidden word. When you didn't have to worry about money, or bills or where you'd live because when you were younger, that was your parents job. When you had no responsibility but to turn up, which you did. You always did because when you were younger there was no reason not to. Being scared to peck a boy on the lips and then someone shouting 'cooties!' because we were all so immature but it was so okay. When the worst thing in the world was the fact that someone had taken a toy, not the lingering threat of a war, or people being executed in cold blood. Back when everything and everyone was so happy, life was blooming with flowers and overarched by a sunny sky.

Why can't it be like that again?

A/N: Got kinda deep at the end there. So... thought's on Charlie?

QOTD: Do you have any pet peeves when reading something, if so, what are they?
AOTD: Yes. When people use text slang like 'btw' instead of 'by the way' or 'omg' instead of 'oh my god', like if they're not actually texting it really annoys me for some reason. I also have another one, but I forgot it XD

Stay strong lovelies,
-Faye xx