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Chapter 10: Hi, Harry

Chapter 10

Marcel's POV:


I walked into the house with biggest smile on my face; I was so happy. That is, until I saw who was at the table with my mum. My smile fell away quickly, the sight of him changing my mood instantly.

It's been years since we've seen each other, but I knew it was him. The fact he's my twin made it obvious.

"Marcel, come say hi to your brother," mum said.

I slowly made my way over to him, stretching out my hand once there. "Hi, Harry."

He smiled up at me, shaking my hand. "Hey, long time no see, Bro."

"I know..." I mumbled.

"Well, sit down already," mum nudged.

I did as she said and sat down. Harry looked at me, mum doing the same. I felt so uncomfortable in his presence, it seeming like we never knew each other. That can't be true though, we're twins.



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Danny's POV:



The next morning I didn't know what to do. Should I tell my mom about the suspension, or should I just get up and leave, saying I'm going to school? I just don't know...

"Danny, time to get up!" she yelled from the doorway.

"I know," I moaned, huffing and sitting up.

"Don't wanna be late now, do we"?

"Sure," I sarcastically replied.

She just laughed, leaving the room. Does she not see that I feel like shit? I honestly do feel bad, probably from having to lie to her over that. But, who knows the reason?

I slowly make my way out of the bed, trudging into the bathroom. After getting ready, I check out my outfit in the mirror. The coral colored skinny jeans went well with my neon pink camisole and blue tank top. My galaxy patterned Keds looked pretty good too, so I was satisfied with the outfit.

"Breakfast is ready!" mom yelled from the kitchen.

I grabbed my bag and headed down, hoping she wouldn't suspect a thing. Thankfully, she didn't. All through the meal, she kept asking me questions about Marcel. I don't know the reason, it's far from my comprehension, but it's annoying.

"Is he a good kisser?" she asked, holding in a laugh.

"Mom! I-I wouldn't know..." I lied, making it seem as if I hadn't kissed him. Since that was one reason I'm not allowed at school, I don't want to mention it to her.

"Oh, well I'm sure you will," she winked.

"Gosh, mom, can you just stop? Why do you just assume that we're a couple? I barely know the guy, and I bet the little chicken shit couldn't even hold up a ten pound weight without his arm failing!" I yelled, getting up from the table.

What the hell did I just say?

"Danielle, you are grounded for a week!" mom yelled as I stormed off.

"Like I care! I'm already suspended from school, lets just add another damn thing to the list! What's next? You gonna say I can't see Marcel anymore?" I screamed through the door, slamming it before she could reply.

I practically dart to my car, getting in and hurrying off. There's one spot I know I can go, where no one else will be. The old mill. It's so run down that even the national park around here doesn't fool with it.

I quickly arrive, stomping over to the entrance and plopping down. I sit there with my knees to my chest, wondering what to do. There's only one thing that comes to mind, scream. So I do. I scream the loudest I can. Sorta like Troy Bolton in High School Musical 3, just without the dance number.

I hear someone's gasp from behind me, my head shooting back. Sitting in the dead middle of the circle, was Marcel. How did I not see him when I got here? He looked scared to death, like he had seen a ghost.

"Are you okay?" I asked, standing up and moving to his side.

"Not really. My brother came back last night and I snuck out here so I didn't have to see him," he admitted.

"You've been here all night? Aren't you cold?" I asked, not believing he would stay.

"A little, but I'll survive. Why are you here?" He asked, turning his head so our eyes met.

"This is where I come when I need space," I told him. "My mom asked me a lot of questions about you this morning and I pretty much blew up in her face. She grounded me for it, so I got pissed and came here."

"What'd she ask?" he questioned, ignoring the rest.

"Pretty much anything, but one stood out. She asked if you were a good kisser," I said, huffing a laugh.

"And your answer was?" he nudged, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I said 'I wouldn't know'..." I felt terrible for saying that, and everything that came after it.

His smile quickly faded, a broken expression replacing it. "You lied about it"?

"I had to, I wasn't going to tell her about my suspension and sinc-"

"That's not a good damn reason to lie about a kiss! Why didn't you just tell her?" Marcel screamed, making me jump. I've never heard him like this, never cuss either.

"Because, Marcel, if I did than she would've found out about the suspension. I would've been grounded, and never be able to see you again! I guess that isn't worth shit now because I'm still grounded."

"I'm sorry. I-that was wrong for me to say..." he trailed off, eye contact slipping from mine.

"Marcel, you had every right to yell at me. I deserve it."