The Other Martin •STYLES STILINSKI• /DISCONTINUED/

SISTERS

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     He's terrible. Absolutely terrible. Styles tries to throw a ball, but it goes right past the goal. He hasn't got one near the goal. I feel so bad, but that kiss. What did it mean? It felt amazing, the burning desire- I want to feel it again. Over and over again. Suddenly, coach grabs Scott and throws him into goal. This isn't going to go well.
     "Who's that?" Allison, who just sat beside me asks.
     "That's Scott...my best friend." I mutter, glancing at him, as he twists his stick in his hands.
     "This isn't going to be good." I mutter, glancing at Stiles to find him already looking at me. He has a smile on his face, he pats the spot next to him on the bench. I just raise my brows, still smiling at him. I feel a nudge at my side, Alison is smiling like crazy.
     "Go." She whispers, nodding toward Styles. I smile a little, before getting up and walking to the bench. I sit down, seeing coach glance at me questionably as me and Styles's hands clasp together.
     "What is he doing?" I mutter, Scott missed it, but he looks confused. Another ball comes toward him, but he catches it effortlessly.
     "How did he?" I trail off, amazed at how he's doing good now- he's terrible, not as bad as Styles but still. He catches each one, even Jackson's. The look on his face when Lydia stood up in the stands cheering for Scott was fantastic.
     "That's my best friend!" Styles yells, causing a couple people to look at us weirdly. I smile and shake my head, his hand still entangled with mine.
     "What does this make us?" I yell over the noise, he looks at me for a minute.
     "I hope it makes you mine." He says with a smile, god that smile.

     "That was awesome, how did you do that?" I question as we all walk into Styles's house, it's after practice and we decided to hang here.
     "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball, it was crazy." He says, looking at his hands with confusion.
     "Her eyes turned yellow." Styles said, looking at me with a smile.
     "Yellow? What?" He looks at me, a weird look in his eyes.
     "How would you know that?" His head snaps to Styles, I swear he stopped breathing. I guess you could say Scott's like a big brother to me.
     "She got angry. Her eyes turned yellow." He simply states, turning his head to the side and gulping. He doesn't believe him, even I could hear his heartbeat skip. No doubt Scott did too.
     "Did you make out?" His question catches me off guard as I stare at him in disbelief. Why would he say that? Out of everything that he could say, he said this.
     "What? No- I've never- I would never, I'm not going to kiss my best friend. Why would I do that? That's like kissing you, and I'm not gay! Even though I think I'm attractive to gay guys. Do you think I'm attractive? Oh please tell me your not ga-." Scott cuts off his little rant by putting a hand on his mouth, he's smiling. Why is he smiling?
     "I was kidding, I know you guys did. It was way obvious. I mean you were holding hands on the bench. Your always smiling at eachother." He removed his hand with a laugh. I just stand there, not really knowing what to do.
     "Well, I'm tired so I'm going to head home." Scott tells us, grabbing his bag from the floor.
     "Want a ride?" Styles says, getting up from his seat.
     "No, I'm fine. See you at school. Bye!" He shouts walking through the door. I sit down next to him, he looks into my eyes, and once again our lips are connected in a passionate heat. Our lips moving perfectly together.
     "Will you go out with me?" He asks, his voice muffled on my lips. I smile.
     "of course."

     "Where have you been Young lady?" My mother asks as I walk through the door, the smile still prominent on my face. I'm Styles's girlfriend, Styles- the boy I've liked since the first grade, Styles my best friend. How did that happen?
     "Where were you?" She asks again, her eyes narrowing at me.
     "I was with the boys, as always mom." She looks annoyed with me.
     "Go to your room." She demands, her eyes glaring at me.
     "What? Why?." My brows furrow in confusion.
     "I said go to your room!" She screams as I flinch, I run up the stairs to my door, to see lydia by it.
     "How does it feel?" I ask her, she just looks at me, tears in her eyes.
     "What?" She asks, wiping her tears.
     "To be the loved one, she adores you, I was the one she didn't want. Did she ever tell you she only wanted one, meaning she was going to have me killed, because there was room for only one Martin. Lydia- the martin. I'm a nobody compared to you." I finish, tears in my own eyes. Matching hers.
     "She hates us both. Jackson broke up with me- he said he doesnt love me anymore. I'm sorry I thought you slept with him- I miss you." She runs into my arms sobbing. This is how it's always been. We hate each other, but we love each other. Were twins, I dont think that connection will ever really go away.
     "Shhhhh it's ok, it's ok.. shhh." I whisper in her ear.
     "I love you, she doesn't need to ok? No matter how much I say I hate you, it's to cover up the fact that I'm jealous of you. Honestly." I smile a little, her hair in my face.
     "I love you too."