The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

6 - I Hate Ranch Doritos

*Ronnie's POV*

I stood in front of the door and turned around, ready to leave, but then I turned back around. I contemplated whether or not I should ring the bell. I clutched the flowers in my hand and took a deep breath. You can do this, Ronnie. I looked at the round button beside the door and quickly pressed it, hoping it was long enough for her to hear it but short enough for her not to think I'm desperate. I heard the lock click and quickly threw the flowers to the side. There she stood, in front of me, with the most confused expression on her face. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. 

"I wanted to see you," I replied simply. She raised her eyebrows in amusement and chuckled. 

"Well come in, then. Don't just stand there." She gestured to the inside of the house and I stepped in, inhaling the scent of ramen noodles. "It's no mansion with servants to open the door or to bang, but this is my humble abode." I shook my head at the reference and looked around. It really wasn't anything similar to my house, but I liked it. It was homey. I then realized what Bridget was wearing at the moment. She was wearing a black Asking Alexandria hoodie with red A Day to Remember shorts. She was dressed comfortably, and without makeup, unlike other girls I knew, and she didn't give a fuck. 

"You have a nice place," I said.

"Thank you." She looked at me, as if she was trying to figure something out. "Well, I'm gonna go up to my room, so..." I followed her up the steps into the dimly lit hallway filled with pictures of her and her family. What intrigued me the most were the pictures of her and a boy identical to her. Her brother, maybe? But then why wasn't he here and where was he? Deciding not to ask or intrude on her personal life, I kept quiet. She led me into a room that was painted a dark purple, with band posters lining the walls. I looked around for a bed, but I realized her bed was just a mattress on the floor. 

"Too cool for a bed frame?" I joked, and she sat on the mattress, nodding her head. I sat next to her on the mattress and saw she had paused a movie on her laptop. "The Notebook, really?" 

"I heard it was good, and I've never actually watched it so, why not?" She shrugged and made that cute pout with her lower lip. 

"I never took you for the chick flick kind."

"Yeah well, there's a lot about me you don't know, that not even this small investigative town could find out." 

"Well I intend to find out."

"What'd you come here for, Ronnie? And I don't want any bullshit answers." 

"I wanted to see you. Is that not a good enough reason?" 

"You didn't even text me or anything to warn me you were visiting. I don't mind, I just find it strange." I looked back at the hallway and remembered the dozens of frames of her and that boy. 

"Is that your brother in those photos?" My question obviously took her by surprise since her eyes widened and she looked down at her hands. Bridget Chandler, nervous? 

"Yes, my identical twin brother," she quickly replied. 

"Why isn't he here then?" She looked up at me, her eyes empty, depicting no emotion for once. 

"He doesn't live with us."

"Where then?"

"It's a complicated and long story," she said slowly. 

"Well, I'm here, and I've got time." She gave a small smile at my attempts to get the answers out of her. 

After a long silence, she spoke. "He ran away, a long time ago."