Highschool Cliché

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okay so it's late again (how did that happen?) and I'm writing again (oh no that can't be good) so I hope you enjoy this. Please vote if you did and I'll see you at the bottom of the page~~

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• Aubrey's POV •

He opens his mouth to talk. "I did it because... well, my wife died recently and..." he starts sobbing. I feel bad for him.
"My cousin died last week." I say, pain burning in my chest.

"I'm sorry." He says.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about your wife." I reply.
"So, after she died, all my money was gone and at the end of the month I got kicked out because I couldn't pay the rent." He cleared his throat.

"Could I please have a drink?" He asks, rubbing his Adam's apple. "Oh, sure! Try robbing my house and then ask for a drink!" I chirp
sarcastically.

"Well come on, continue." I say as I walk to the cappuccino machine.

"Right, sorry. I had no where else to go. I've been on the streets for a week and we only just ran out of food this morning." He says.
"Then I bought some cheap meals from cafés for us but  I don't have enough money for even that." He sighs.

"Us?" I ask. Is there more to his family? Could he have kids out there?
"I have four year old twins. Callum and Koby." He says.
"I don't know how things will work out."

"Oh my gosh. So you're doing this to just for food?" I question.

"Yes. I haven't eaten since yesterday. I need to spend the money I had for food on them because it would last longer. I love them so much they're all I have left." He cries, wiping tears.

"Wait, where are they now?" I ask. "In an alleyway just off the main road up there." He gestures to where Finsley Road is a few blocks down.

"You're leaving your four year olds alone?" I ask, astonished.
"I have no choice. They're hidden from the public at least." He sighs.

"Look. Until my mum comes home, there's not much I can do." I sigh. This is a big problem that I can't fix but I can't just leave either. There must be something I can do.

"You can't tell her I tried to rob you! I'm so sorry and I know it was so so so wrong! But if I go to jail I can't bear to see no future for my kids. And I can't stand thinking that they'll be orphans and get adopted and forget about me. I love them too much. I can't handle this. One second my wife's dropping my kids off to kindergarten, the next, they're telling me on the phone, 'mummy's sad, come fix her.' And then I get there and she's been run over, police shielding my sons eyes." He mumbles, trying to not let any more painful tears fall. "She didn't make it. Two wheels both squished her ribs and her heart and lungs were broken."

"Look, calm down." I say as I start to notice him hyperventilating. "It will be okay. Now here." I hand him the coffee that I'd been preparing. I figured he'd like it more than plain water.

"Thank you so much," he says gratefully as he drinks the coffee in one go. I'm amazed.
"More?" I offer.
"No, one's enough I don't want to get crazy because one wrong move and my kids lives are in danger." He says.

I think for a minute. "Robbing was a wrong move. If you robbed someone else for sure they would've called the cops and you'd be gone with your kids waiting for you." I say.

"That's why I cannot thank God enough for this blessing. I feel like he send me you to change my ways." He smiles, looking up distantly through the ceiling.

"Yeah, I'm glad I can help. I'm also glad that now you know that what you did is wrong. And yes, praise the Lord." I laugh.

I hear a car. "Stay here you've gained my trust so don't lose it." I say before leaving the room and walking down the hallway. I realise it's not the sound mums car makes, so it's Jay coming home. I walk back to the kitchen.

"Just neighbours." I comment, taking a few M&Ms from the bucket.

"Alright. I'll tell mum that you saw my porch light was on and you came to knock on the door and ask for help. You needed food because your kids were complaining. Tell her what you told me and I'm sure she will at least consider helping you. I mean, you've got kids, come on." I plan, tracing my finger on the counter as if I'm drawing a plan.

"Okay. I do need food though, but I'll let your mum come home so I can talk to her." He smiled. It was a warm smile.

"So a bit more about my family. My mum is 37, had me when she was 21. My dad died, it hurts to talk about it so please don't ask." I say.
"I understand. Well, I'm 38, come from Belmoore Hills, and have two sons who are twins which you already know. Callum is the bed-wetter and Koby is the crybaby. Callum likes blue and playing with toys and a frisbee whereas Koby likes red and playing in my old shed with tools and things like cogs and old clocks that he can take apart and study."

"That's really cute. Are they identical?" I ask, wanting to hear more about these two boys.

"Yeah, they wear twin clothes but they mainly have clothes their favourite colour. Although, even when they wear completely matching clothes, you an tell who's who because they both wear cute elastic neck ties. Their mum bought a blue one for Callum and red one for Koby for their second birthday. They won't let go of them ever since. They take them off only for baths and bed. Even then, they have them in the same room with them." He finishes, and only now I realise something.

"I forgot to introduce myself!" I exclaim. "Okay, I'm Aubrey Locksworth." I say, holding out my hand to him.

"Oh, of course! I'm Charlie Larkson." He laughs, shaking my hand. We smile at each other just as I hear keys rattle. "Mum's home!" I yell in a whisper. "Stick to the plan and we should be fine."

I run down the hallway and open the door so that mum doesn't have to unlock it. I stop her in the doorway. "Mum, I need to tell you something. Please don't freak out." I say, rushing my words.

"What sweetie? What's wro-" she looks behind me with shock on her face, as if she's seen a ghost. "Who are you? What did you to to my daughter?" Se demands, walking past me. Charlie looks at me for help.

"Mum! He didn't do anything." I yell out, running up to her and stopping her before she can send him to the grave or call the the police.

"What? Aubrey, what's going on? Why is there a stranger in our house?" She asks. She didn't yell at least. She only yells when she's furious so at least she's calm right now.

"Okay, sit down and explain." She motions to the bar stools and now it's her turn to play detective on me. Charlie and I go and sit next to each other on the stools, facing mum on the other side. I notice the M&Ms and grab some.

"Mum, he's here becau-"

Okay same cliffhanger as last time I just needed to find a stopping point because the next part will be long so this is where I'm gonna stop it. I need to sleep because it's 3 am and I have church at 10 am and I'm not gonna survive so please wish me luck on not dying. Thanks.

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