Stalking Charlie

A New Housemate

Nick Stone

"Charlie, come on! We'll be late if you don't move that piggy little legs of yours!"

I thumped loudly on the guest bedroom's door. I could hear her shuffling and cussing inside the room.

The door swung open, revealing a barely awake and very pissed off Charlie Raven. She's scowling up at me in her pink hello kitty pajamas.

I bit back a laugh.

"Good morning to you, too, Stone. Thanks for the wake up call, but I think it's rather useless to wake me an hour before we're due to school!" she snapped at me, fire almost spitting out of her eyes.

I smiled brightly at her and crossed my arms on my chest.

"Sorry to interrupt your beauty rest, princess, but we get up early here in the Stone household. If you want to take the ride with us better shower and change. We'll be leaving in twenty minutes." I informed her, a smug look probably pasted on my face.

She didn't move, she just continued to glare up at me. I noticed that her bruise had faded a bit, but still visible. We had insisted that she stay at home until her bruises faded completely, but she just ignored us.

Oh, yeah, haven't I mentioned she's living with us now? Now I have. My sister asked my father if Charlie can live with us, since she's living alone and I was surprised when my father agreed in a heartbeat, saying it would be what's best. Apparently, both of her parents are abroad and unreachable.

Even if I don't like the idea of Charlie Raven living with us, I couldn't help but pity her. Getting stalked at and being in constant danger since she's living alone, you'd think her parents would feel worried and concerned enough that they'd run to her side and protect her.

There are some parents like that, people who doesn't give a fuck about their kids.

Maybe that's the reason why she's like this. Stubborn, gutsy and a bit eccentric.

Maybe I should care for her like Alex advised since there's no one else to do that but my sister.

"Are you done checking me out, Stone? By the way you're staring at my tits I'm starting to think you pounded on my door just to see me on my braless state."

Maybe not. Too bad she has to open her mouth.

I felt my face flush a little. I can see that she's indeed braless but I'm definitely not staring at it. I just happen to gaze at the cute hello kitty on her pajama top by the chest area.

"Don't brag, you don't even have tits, Raven. You have the chest of a junior high fifteen year old boy, it's funny that you even bother with bra since it holds absolutely nothing."

She slammed the door at my face, cursing my name and my balls.

I snickered. I figured if I have to put up with her staying with us, I should at least have the privilege to annoy her the most as I can.

"What's up with this loud argument about tits, Nicolas?" my father asked mildly when I reached the kitchen. He's frying bacon, wearing an apron over his blue dress shirt and black pants.

I blanched, didn't know my dad heard us.

"Uh.. nothing." I said, clearing my throat awkwardly. I sat there with my mug full of coffee and a plate of hash browns, bacon and egg. Marco thankfully didn't push the subject.

Alex walked in after a minute, dressed in a black fitting jeans and red band shirt, her ash green hair wet and tangled. I don't really like her change of look, which tend to follow Charlie's signature, homeless look.

"Good morning, daddy." she greeted our father, kissing him on the cheek.

She also went around my seat and kisses me on top of my head, murmuring good morning to me.

We may be a little old for this, but my sister still kisses and hugs us, saying i love you whenever she feels like it. And although sometimes I feel a tad embarrassed when she does this in front of others, I'm glad that didn't change.

She sat down on her chair, drinking her coffee when she asked where Cassie is.

Cassie. Huh. Doesn't fit her. It makes me think of a sweet, innocent girl. Charlie suits her better.

"Morning, Mr. Stone. What's for breakfast?" she asked like she's the owner of the house. She settled down on her chair, all in her glorious tramp, punk outfit.

She's wearing an old and faded black shirt with a Mickey Mouse design on the front, a black jeans torn on the knee and her old Converse. She topped it off with her skull rings, leather cuff and nose ring.

She looks like she's going on a punk concert or something, not at school.

Charlie devoured her breakfast, complimenting my dad's cooking skills. I noticed that my father blushed a bit, obviously pleased that she likes everything he cooks.

I like to point out that she's doing it on purpose to take advantage of him. Besides, the girl can't even buy new sets of clothes, how will she afford food like this? Now I'm just being adverse and prejudicial. So I decided to shut up.

Marco went ahead of us to go to work. He clapped me on the shoulder while he kissed Alex and Charlie goodbye.

She smirked at my furious face.

We finished our breakfast in silence. After a couple of minutes we are locking up the house and arguing with the seating arrangement.

"I'm not a chauffeur, sit here on the front with me, Alessandra!" I demanded when she sat at the back with Charlie.

Alex just rolled her eyes, climbing down to sit at the front. I saw Charlie give my sister's bottom a quick smack.

I almost gagged.

I glared at her, whispering harshly and quickly while my sister's out of earshot.

"Don't flirt or do something like that when I'm around, it's totally disgusting!"

She just laughed in amusement, gathering her hair in a messy bun.

That's when I realized something I should have a moment ago.

"Raven! Are you- where's your freaking bra?!"

Alex sat down beside me and twisted to look back at Charlie, who's still tying up her hair, her arms up, pulling the shirt tight across her chest and showing her nipple buds. I felt myself flush as I had the sudden urge to cup her breasts and run my thumb over those perky nipples..

"But you said I don't need to wear a bra, Nicky." she said sassily.

"What- Damn it, Charlie, you're a fucking retard! Put your bra on, we're going to school, for goddamn's sake!" I barked at her, annoyed that she's clearly enjoying my discomfort and anger.

"No, I don't want to." she said stubbornly, her chin up defiantly.

"Knock some sense on your girlfriend, will you?" I snapped at my sister, who's just watching our exchange with amusement.

"She's fine, Nick. As I heard you earlier there's hardly anything for a bra to hold up for her, right?"

She heard that?!

Charlie threw me a smug look, while my sister fastened her seatbelt. I can't believe she'll let her girlfriend go to school braless, where there's a lot of horny teenagers that will probably ogle at her.

Like you? an annoying voice echoed in my mind. Which I squashed right away.

Thinking of Charlie Raven like this is unacceptable, I hate her rebellious personality and her tendency to be obnoxious. And I should not forget about her being my twin sister's girlfriend.

I cringed when they make kissy faces when they took a selfie. Ugh.

This is gonna be a long ride.