"What do you mean? I thought you only had a sister?" He asked with wide eyes and the kids just looked up at me curiously.
"If he's back, I can't talk here. Nowhere is safe now. Oh god, what am I going to do? He's back!" I cried out and started rambling while blinking back tears.
"Hey hey hey, it's alright. He won't get you. I'll make sure he won't get you. You okay with coming over to my house?" He asked softly and rubbed circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. I simply nodded, not able to get any words out and he got up along with the twins. He put some money on the table and held my hand and walked as the twins led the way.
"You're shaking, take my jacket," he removed his jacket and only then did I realise I was shaking.
We reached his apartment and that's when I realised that he kept his arm around me the whole time. He opened the unlocked the lock with his right hand and kept his left arm around me, his hand rubbing my back. God, I felt like a moody pregnant lady who forced her husband to give her a massage.
"Kids, it's already late. You guys are way past your bed time so brush your teeth, turn the night lamp on and go to bed. Now," He said firmly and the twins pouted but went off. He sat me down on his couch and got me glass of water. My hands were too shaky so he just left it on the coffee table and sat next to me.
"You wanna talk? You need anything?" He asked me and I just shook my head to say no. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "Don't apologise, you can't control what happened. If you don't want to tell me your history with your twin then I completely understand," he said and I replied, "No it-it's fine. You deserve to know." "Okay but don't feel like I'm forcing you in any way," "You aren't," and with that I got into my pathetic sob story.
"Just know I refuse to go into details because that needs you to be at level twelve friend and right now it's a level seven," I said and he raised his right eyebrow in question. "We met about six hours ago and I'm already at level seven?" I just chuckled and asked, "After seeing me murder someone, this is what surprises you?" "Touché madame," he laughed and tipped an imaginary hat.
"I have better idea, let's play 20 questions. Or was it 21?" He asks. "Sure, you go first," I nod my head at him and pull my legs up under me to sit more comfortably. "So, what's your most embarrassing memory from school," He asks and I notice he always does this stupid head tilt when he asks a question and it makes me feel some stupid emotions. It's stupid.
"Oh god, you just go in straight for the worst memories don't ya? Anyway, the most embarrassing moment for me has to be in what I think was seventh grade. I was drinking water, I somehow started choking on it. And then as I'm choking and sputtering, I tripped over myself. What I didn't know is that my uniform's skirt got caught on a backpack so as I fell, I pulled the backpack off the desk, making all the books in it fly out and water spill everywhere. And keep in mind this happened in a span of about five seconds," and by the end he fell off the couch laughing.
"You're lying, there is no way in hell someone like you could mess up that bad!" Bert managed to wheeze out as he crawled his way back on the couch.
"I am not! And what did you mean by girl like me? Just because I'm amazing and confident and beautiful I can't be a clumsy fuck? So now I can't make a fool out of myself?" I asked him, getting surprisingly defensive.
"Woah I never said that. I totally agree, you can make a fool out of yourself for sure," he said. That bitch still had the nerve to laugh.
"Just a fool? Boy, I can make a fool outta myself better than anyone! Hell, if there was an award for "Best at making a fool out of themselves" it would sure as hell go to me," I said and he bursted out laughing again.
"You realise that you're defending how clumsy you are and how you can make a fool out of yourself like it's a good thing?" He said in between breaths and that's when it hit me. I could feel the heat crawl up my face and I chose to smack him in the face with a cushion.
"Feisty, I like it. Though I was under the assumption that I would top and if anyone's getting smacked, it's you in the bedroom and on your ass," Holy shit I was not prepared. His shit eating grin just made my embarrassment worse. At this point I was definitely as red as a tomato.
"Relax I'm only kidding, though to be fair you don't seem entirely opposed to the i-OW OW OW JESUS WOMAN I'M SORRY DON'T KILL ME," he screamed when I violently attacked him with a book I found lying around. But he is right, I wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. Oh lord it's been like seven hours and I'm thinking about fucking the guy. Who am I, a hot sexually experienced woman? Yeah right.
"Hey, I made you laugh! Point for Mr. Comedian over here," he grinned as he started cleaning up the couch.
"I'm taking the couch, you take my bed," he said while tidying up. "Oh that's not necessary, you live here, you take the bed." "Are we really gonna do the cliche argument?" "We don't have to if you just take the bed," I said with a smirk.
"Ehh fuck it, we'll share my bed. But I'm taking the left side," he said. "Whatever floats your boat. But I'm gonna need clothes to sleep in, what I'm wearing isn't all that comfortable and is stained with food and blood."
And... that's how I woke up the next day wearing his baggy grey t-shirt and loose sweatpants, with his brick-wall like body sprawled all over me, leaving me unable to move.
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Nyx Anora
Teen Fiction"What are we doing? Really. What-what is this?" "I'm sorry, I don't know," "Exactly. We don't know. I don't know you, you don't know me. What is this then?" "...I-" "You don't know."
