Good Luck Charlie (Or is it Teddy?)

Chapter forty seven

Beau:POV

"You really like this girl, huh?" Mom asks, and I nod sheepishly.

"It's weird though, she feels more like a best friend, than anything else. It just feels like I've known her all my life. Have you ever felt that way?" I ask, and she smiles sadly, looking deep in thought.

"I did feel that way with you father." She says, and I look down.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." I apologize, and she shakes her head.

"You didn't, I did. Your father used to be such a great man." Mom whispers, and I bite my bottom lip.

"Can you tell me more about Dad?" I ask soflty. Mom had never fully explained what happened to my father, and why he left. One day he was just...gone.

"I'm so sorry." Mom says quickly, and starts to sob.

"Mom..." I trail off, and she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"There's something that I've been hiding from you. Something awful." She says, and my heart beat starts to speed up. She reaches for my hand, and tries to put a fake smile on her face. "Your father left because I did something terrible, not because he did something terrible."

"Mom...what did you do?" I ask slowly, and her lip starts to tremble.

"Beau, you have a twin. I gave her up when you were first born, because of reasons I can't remember. Your Dad left because years later we had a crazy opportunity to get her back, and I didn't want her. I thought that we already had a good thing going on, I just had Amber, and I didn't want another girl. Your Dad got mad, and we got a secret divorce. He wanted to take you two with him, so he tried to get full custody, and he deserved it. Michael, your Dad, would have been able to give you two a life that you two deserve. You two would have grown up in a life with money, and a big house. Long story short, I somehow got full custody over you and Amber, and never heard from Michael again." Mom says quickly. I sit there, shocked, and feeling betrayed.

"How...how could you?" I ask quietly, and she starts to cry again. "I'm nineteen years old, why didn't you tell me this before?" I ask, my voice starting to raise.

"I-"

"You know what? Save it, I don't want to hear anything else you have to say. I can't believe how selfish you are!" I yell, and stand up from the creaking wooden chair. I storm into my room, and slam the door. I run a hand through my hair, and ball my hands into fists.

"How could she?" I whisper, as my hands start to shake. I make a snap decision, and start to stuff clothes into a bag.

 (AN: Okay, so I'm aware about how obvious it is about who his Beau's twin sister is.)

Teddy:POV

The night was coming near an end, and we were about to leave. "Spence, there's something you should know." I say, as we stand up from our seats to leave.

"Yeah?" Spencer asks.

"I kind of have a thing with a guy." I say, and brace myself for what is reaction might be. To be honest, I think I like Beau more as a friend, than I do a boyfriend. He hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend but if he did, I would probably say no.

"Um, you already told me." He says, and I squint my eyes. I did?

"Oh, then never mind." I say, and mentally slap myself for creating an awkward silence. We walk out to my car, and the star look beautiful shining in the almost pitch black sky. "So, is there a hotel you want me to drop you off at, or..." I trail off as we get in the car.

"Yeah, can you just drop me off at the nearest hotel?" He asks, and I nod my head as I start the car. Well, it turns out that the nearest hotel was the Ramada Inn, the same place that the kids and I stayed at when that horrible hurricane happened. 

"I-is this alright?" I ask as we drive near the big hotel.

"Perfect." Spencer smiles, and my heart stings. I guess that he forgot that this is where I stayed when my life came crashing down. I park, and he hops out of the car and I decide to walk him in.

"Wait, don't you need to go back to my place to get get your luggage?" I ask him.

"'Um, no, I didn't bring anything." Spencer says, as if it's totally normal.

"Wha- you know what, I'm not going to ask." I say with a laugh. 

"So..." Spencer says as we stand outside the entrance.

"So..." I say, mocking him. "Thanks for the dinner. I'm really glad that you're going to be staying here for a while." 

"Me too. I really missed Denver." He says with a small laugh.

"Is Denver the only thing you missed?" I ask jokingly.

"Hmm...Yeah, I think Denver's the only thing." Spencer say, playing along. I playfully slap his arms, and he laughs.

"Oh! And you, I guess." He smirks, and I laugh.

"You're an idiot."