You Suck At Love

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Spencer's POV

"It's like our lives are turning into a fucking soap opera and so far, it's shit." I said quietly into the home phone.

"I'm sorry." came Dylan's reply.

"And Holden doesn't want Connor or Gabe to know, which I think is pretty fucking stupid. They're going to be really mad when they find out."

"If they find out all." said Dylan.

"They will eventually." I frowned, "Won't they?"

"It sounds like Holden isn't planning on telling them. Ever. And why should he? You, Lauren and Him are the only ones who know that the baby is his. She's telling people that it's Gavin's. They think it's fool proof."

"But it's so wrong! And what about when they bring the baby to visit and it looks exactly like the baby pictures of Holden which are everywhere in this damn house?"

"Then I guess their cover will be blown."

"I think that Gavin should know. It's being unfair to him, and to the baby itself." I glanced around and back up slowly into the downstairs bathroom.

"Spencer." said Gabe, stepping in front of me. "What the hell?"

"Dyl, I gotta go. I'll call you later." I said, pressing end.

"What's going on with you and Dylan?" asked Gabe, "I'm just really confused, and slightly pissed, because according to Connor, it's been happening for a long time."

"Woah woah woah." I held out a hand, "Nothing is going on between Dylan and I, at least, not yet. That doesn't mean I wouldn't like something to happen, or that he doesn't. Because I'm pretty sure that both of us do."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner, Spence?" His voice was hurt.

I looked into his eyes, and instantly wished I hadn't. His eyes were accusing, but like a kicked puppy.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." I said.

"Yes you could. You could've told me, or you could've blown Dylan off. But now you've chosen, and it's going to take a hell of a lot for me to forgive you. We're twins. We'll be twins forever. But you chose an idiotic guy who sleeps around. I love you Spencer, and I know you love me, because we're siblings. But I'm done." Gabe started walking away, and then paused, "You, Spencer Marie O'Brien, you suck at love."

"Gabe! Please." I followed him upstairs.

He turned around in his doorway, "I'm not going to listen to your bull." Gabe slammed the door.

I walked into my bedroom and looked at my bed.

On the other side of the wall that my bed is pushed up against, is Gabe's bed.

When we were in fourth grade, we made a code.

One knock means 'I need you'

Two knocks means 'Mom's coming'

And three knocks means 'I love you'

And you always responded with the same message if you got it.

I crawled over my bed and tapped the wall three times with my knuckles.

I waited a few minutes before burying my head in my pillow and sobbing.

Nothing. There was nothing.

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Holden's POV

"Holden, will you carry Lauren's bags up to the guest bedroom?" My Mother made it sound like a question, but I knew it wasn't. It was a command.

"Sure." I picked up a bag by the handle, "I think it's going to take two trips."

"Whatever it takes, dear." said Mom, still staring at Lauren's belly, "I'll actually come with you and make sure that the room is aired out."

"Whatever Mom." I said, already half way up the steps.

"Holden, did you know that she was expecting?"

"No Mom. I didn't."

"I guess I didn't realize that Lauren had turned into a little slut."

I tensed, "She's not a slut, Mom. She made a mistake."

"A mistake like that is not okay. I'm not sure I want her here with Spencer."

"Mom, Spencer is almost eighteen. She can take care of herself. And grounding her on Saturday was stupid. She didn't do anything wrong."

"If she can take care of herself, then why do you boys baby her so much. Hmm?" Mom raised an eyebrow as I set the bag down on the bed.

"We don't baby her."

"Don't give me that shit. Every single one of you boys has beat up a boy or two for your sister."

"That's not babying."

"Yes, Holden, it is. I'm sure none of the other girls at school get their ex-boyfriends beat up for them."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bedrooom.

"I don't know what to do Holden." Mom hissed behind me.

I don't know what came over me, but I was mad, and I wanted her to be shocked, so rather than punching her, I went for the inveitable.

"Mom, Lauren's pregnant with my baby." I hissed, my words dripping venom, "And if you say another word about her being a slut or anything, I'm leaving, and I can assure you that Connor, Gabe and Spencer will come with me."

The look on her face was priceless, and I wish I had a camera. But unfortunately, my glory was short lived.

"Holden. I can't believe you would do this to me." said Lauren from the landing on the stairs, "I thought you would be decent enough to keep it to yourself."

She laboriously walked up the rest of the steps.

"Look," I said, "I don't want to be a Dad. And I also hate my Mom, for reasons that might be slightly obvious. But I'm decent. We were never dating. I didn't cheat on you; I cheated on my girlfriend. So I don't understand why you're labeling me the bad guy."

"I want you two to fight in here. I don't need the kids to see." Mom pushed us into the guest bedroom.

"You made me think that you wanted me, for more than just a fuck buddy." Her eyes flashed, and she poked my chest, "I hate you."

"Then why the hell did you ask me to be in your wedding?" I demanded, "Why? So that you could shove your wedding ring in my face?"

Lauren laughed haughtily, "Of course. So that you would realize that I don't play around. I'm a one shot girl. And Gavin made the shot."

I scoffed, "You mean Gavin happened to be the nearest guy when you realized you were knocked up. Gavin is an idiot, and last summer you had nothing good to say about him."

"Gavin is reliable." She snapped.

"Gavin is boring." I retorted, "You wanted someone romantic. You wanted someone spontaneous."

Lauren walked to the door and opened it, pausing, "Key word there, Holden, wanted." She walked out.

I just sat on the guest bed, blowing air through my teeth.

Time to talk to someone who had no emotional ties with this situation.

I thought for a minute, and then pulled out my phone.

"Hey, Dyl, wanna meet for lunch? I need to talk to you."

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