Zoe. | Recharged. | Book One.

Zoe Bryan. | Twin-Telepathy.

Disclaimer 

Hello, everyone, it's MOXIE again. I'm making a disclaimer to let everyone know that this chapter involved no research on Twin-telepathy except for the image, which is located above this chapter. Also, just to clarify, any bolded dashes are seen in any of the chapters moving forward, including this one, it means that time has passed, not much, only within the context of a few hours. Anyhow, enjoy this chapter. It's a good one if I do say so myself.

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September 2nd, 2011

I push the front door to my house open and walk through it. Closing the door behind me, I can feel a jaw-breaking smile appear on my lips as I rest my back against the door. I exhale in contentment and shut my eyes.

"Did you have fun gawking?" I jolt at the sound of my father's voice. I open my eyes and see him standing at the bottom of the stairs in front of me.

I scoff. "I told you I was not gawking." I push myself off of the door and continue-on, into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Walking past the stairs, I make my way into the open kitchen, and I casually walk over to the refrigerator,  obtain a bottle of water, and take a large gulp of it.

"Well, you can continue all of your 'not gawking' tomorrow because before your mother went to work this afternoon, she invited the new neighbors over for dinner." My dad smiles. My half-drunken water bottle that resides in my hand finds its way to the ground, splashing onto the floor as my mouth goes dry, once again. He can't be serious!

"You invited them here?" my breath hitches. "Why would you do that?" I walk over by the stair-railing in search of the mop to clean up the water that spilled onto the kitchen floor. "And where's the mop?"

"A. It's the neighborly thing to do and B. it's upstairs, your mother had it last, so I think it's in our bedroom." My father responds in a no-nonsense manner. I release air from in between my lips as I jog upstairs with my father following behind me.

 I shake my head. "Dad, you don't understand. I've embarrassed myself in front of him, already. I can't do it again." I try to explain to him as we reach the top of the stairs.

My father, Sam, chuckles. "Sweetheart, I'm sure you'll be fine." He says as we roam around in search of the mop.

"You think that this is funny?" I ask as we walk down the hallway to my parents' bedroom.

"Maybe a little," my father, Sam laughs a bit. "But as I said, you'll be fine, plus, Marla's coming for dinner too, so you'll have a wing-woman." I halt in my tracks. Oh, my gosh, they're both coming here! I forgot that Marla's coming tomorrow! What am I going to do?

"Zoe, baby?" my head turns in the direction of my fathers' voice as I feel him stroke my hair while I look up at him. Fear coils around my heart. "Are you okay?" he asks in a soft tone—the corners of my lips quiver into a smile.

"Yeah," I reply. No, I feel like I'm standing on a welcome-mat sized iceberg in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by a large pack of sharks, but this is how I feel daily so.

As we stand outside of my parents' bedroom, I reach up to twist the doorknob to step inside of the room, so that I can retrieve the mop. However, the moment that I attempt to step instead of their bedroom, my father gently grabs my right elbow to prevent me from going any further. I turn my head to look back at him as he stands behind me. The expression on my face descends into confusion.