AN: No one knows how bad I am more than I do. I'll ass-kiss more later. I'll recap, since it has been so long: Lucy and Peter are twins. Madi and Owen are Edward's twins. Lucy and Owen are dating, haven't told Edward and Bella, but have told Peter and Madi. They're cool with it. Lucy knows that Madi likes Owen. Owen knows that Peter likes Madi. Madi and Peter don't know that the other likes them. There was a miscommunication and Peter thinks Madi likes someone else when she was really talking about Peter. Sooo....back to the (terribly late) chapter.
"Owen, get out. I need to talk to the lovely Lucy," I said, giving Owen a push towards his door.
"You can't kick me out of my own room!" he cried as I gave him a last push and he stumbled back out the door.
"Love you, bro," I yelled after him quickly. I jumped on the bed where Lucy was giggling furiously into her hand. "Lucy, I need to talk to you. About Peter. In complete secrecy. I'm going to blow up if I don't talk about it. Seriously, I'm freaking out."
"I can tell. Chill and spill, Madi," Lucy said, grabbing both of my hands in hers in an attempt to make me stop flailing my arms about.
"I'm in love with Peter. I don't just love him like a friend anymore. It's scary and I was going to tell him about…oh, I don't know, half an hour ago until I chickened out and made up some excuse about studying for French and I felt so stupid and I told him I needed to study with you so….say something," I pleaded, thoroughly hysterical now. Lucy stared at me for a second before blinking.
"I'm not surprised. I thought it was going to happen," she said calmly.
"Well, I didn't! How can you be so calm, cool, and collected while I'm freaking out? I need your help, Lucy." I shook her hands off and began clenching my fists to take out some frustration.
"What can I say? He loves you too? I can't say that, but I think it may be true. I'm not sure, but I see the way he looks at you. I've seen the way the two of you interact and what I've seen suggests that he might love you, but he hasn't explicitly told me so." I was about to interrupt her, but she just shook her head before continuing.
"What I can say is this: you need to tell him. I've been where you are; I know how it feels to be afraid. Afraid of losing someone you love, afraid of not being good enough, afraid of screwing it up, afraid of losing faith in yourself. But you can't be. I promise you, you'll regret not telling him. I know my brother, and he would never hurt you intentionally or make you feel unworthy regardless of how he feels. Trust me, trust yourself, and trust Peter."
I took a minute to think about what Lucy said. The more I thought, the less frantic I became and the more ration my thinking was. Lucy was a miracle worker. I leaned forward and pulled her into a long hug that she eventually broke.
"Thanks Luce, I needed to hear that. I'm just…confused about how to go about telling him. I can't be all like 'Hi Peter, I love you. Goodbye.' That would be humiliating. And, of course, there has to be a Plan B in case Plan A doesn't work. I should also have a plan of action for what to do if he says he doesn't love me back." I stopped and took a deep breathe to calm myself down again.
"You know what? I think we should take a break from Peter. Take the night to think about it and sometime tomorrow I'll kick Peter out of your room and we'll revisit the issue once you've had to consider all of your options," Lucy said diplomatically. Oh, how I envy her for her calmness while handling this situation.
"OK, that sounds good. So I hear that you had an argument with Peter last night," I said to change the subject.
"Yeah, he was being stubborn until I threw my textbook at him. After that, he seemed to get the message." OK, so she wasn't always so calm.
"Lucy, don't hurt the guy. I talked to him about it today before…yeah, but he seems really sorry for what he said yesterday. He just needed a little bit," I said, getting a chance to comfort her. "So, I assume you're going to homecoming with Owen?" I asked, steering the conversation in a different direction.
"He hasn't asked me yet, but I'm sure he will. That's next Friday, right?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, it is. Do you have a dress yet?"
"Nope, but I need to. Do you want to go dress shopping with me tomorrow?" Lucy asked, leaning her back against Owen's pillow. I nodded.
"I don't have anything else going on. But Lucy, how are you going to explain to Dad and Bella that you're going with Owen?" I asked as I leaned forward onto my elbows.
"I'll tell them we're going as friends because we didn't want to be badgered about who we were going with." She cocked her head to the side. "Aren't you going with Peter? I think he mentioned it a couple of weeks ago."
"He hasn't said anything about it. Maybe…I should say something about going as friends?" I said, even though it came out like a question.
"How did we end up talking about me brother again? Look, just ask him as to go as your date. It would be a good time to tell him how you feel. You have a week from tomorrow to think about how and what you are going to say. Plus, I'm going to find you a dress that will look so stunning on you that if he doesn't already love you, he will after he sees you in that dress." I thought about before finally coming to the conclusion that I might as well get it over with and the dance seemed as good a time as any.
"That sounds great, Luce. You're a life saver."
"Yes, well…" she said, fluffing up her hair. I rolled me eyes and giggled. "Now, get out of here. Peter will know that we definitely aren't studying for French." I stood up and was about to walk out of the room but I turned around at the door.
"Luce, you had better find one fucking amazing dress."
"Oh, I will."
"So Peter, I was thinking," I started, breaking the silence in my room. Peter looked up from his spot on the floor.
"That's good. Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about?" he joked. He closed the Biology book in his lap so he could turn around and see me better.
"I was thinking that you should be my date to homecoming."
And my face turned a brighter red than the sweater Grandma Esme made me wear last Christmas.
The last word seemed to hang in the air. As soon as I said it, I started blushing. I monitored Peter's facial expressions. At first, he just looked surprised but then he began to smile. What the hell did that mean? I almost said, "Never mind", but I bit my tongue. My stomach dropped as Peter's smile turned into a frown.
"What about that guy you liked?" Oh. Right. Him. I forgot about that.
"He wasn't going to ask me. Besides, you're my best friend. You are my favorite person to spend time with," I said lightly. I smiled and shoved his shoulder playfully.
"Yeah, I'll go with you. Should I bring you a corsage?" he teased. I let out a relieved sigh before smiling.
"I'm definitely a red roses kind of person. You should keep that in mind when you're shopping for my corsage," I hinted unsubtly. He smirked and moved to sit next to me on the bed.
"I most definitely will remember that. What color is your dress? Your aunt Alice will insist that we color coordinate."
"I don't have one yet. I'm shopping with your sister tomorrow. Don't worry about color coordinating, I'm sure Aunt Alice will pick out your clothes for you," I said, laughing slightly. Aunt Alice was a trip. "Anyway, thank you for going with me. You saved me from going alone."
"Gorgeous, you are so beautiful that you could have any man you wanted." My heart rate sped up and I felt lightheaded. He was going to kill me. I swear I can hear the news anchors now…
Young high school student killed by compliment from best friend. Officials are still unsure as to the exact wording of the murder weapon, but they assume it was a big freaking deal. The murderer is claiming that it was an accident. The murdered person involved is simply lying on the floor, dead and dazed. Between you and me, I think the murdered person thinks the murderer could possibly know that he had intense power over the murdered.
Well, that'd make for an interesting news story.
"Peter, the compliments are appreciated, but over kill. You know how big my head can get," I joked, patting his hand lightly.
"Hey, I'm just stating the truth. It isn't my fault that you're blind to your amazing-ness! Really, you'd have to be pretty amazing to be my best friend." I stared at him before flicking his nose. Hard. I ignored his exclamation of pain and picked up the discarded Biology text book.
"So, how hard is this Biology crap?" I asked, bracing myself for a few hours of hard book work.
"Depends. Do you enjoy blood types and punnet squares?" Why must he answer a question with a question?
"They are my favorite part of Biology. I could do a hundred punnet squares and never get bored," I dead panned. Peter glanced up from the book with a look of disbelief. He saw my blank expression and cracked a grin.
"In that case, you'll hate it and find it incredibly difficult to focus. The work itself is easy peasy." I nodded and sighed, resigning myself to a few hundred punnet squares. I started to get a sheet of notebook paper before I was hit with an idea. Better yet, it was a good idea. An evil grin spread across my face.
"Oh Peter dearest?" I asked in my sweetest voice.
"Yes, my Madi?" he asked in his most wary tone.
"Have you finished your work?" My voice kept its sickeningly sweet tone.
"Yes, but you can't copy. It isn't right. Plus, you copy my work too much and you're never going to learn anything." Peter and his morals. It's so…infuriating. I swallowed my frustration as I was hit without an ingenious plan. It probably wouldn't work but…I really hate punnet squares.
I leaned down slowly and place my lips right next to his jaw, centimeters from his skin. I let out a breath and I swear he shivered. "Peter, please. For me." I lightly pressed my hand into the back of his neck, earning another shiver. "We could spend more time together if you just…handed me the paper." I didn't move any closer, but continued to let my warm breath float across his neck and started playing with the hair at the base of his neck. Please work, please work, please…
"You're ridiculous," he grumbled. Peter reached into his bag and pulled out his completed Biology homework. I smiled and pressed a kiss into his cheek.
"Thanks, Peter darling," I said brightly. He had saved me a lot of time and trouble, not to mention showed me a new way of manipulation. How handy.
"Yeah, whatever. I hope you fail the next test."
"I love you too," I said in a sing-song tone.
AN: I suck. I've been busy and had the worst writers' block in the world and....blah blah I'm stupid and suckish blah blah. Really, I'm sorry. I'll update my other stories as soon as I can but...I apologize for taking so long. Life has just...happened. It tends to do that, doesn't it?
FUNFACT: I really do love punnet squares and blood types. They really are my favorite part of Biology. Yes, I know that I'm a nerd. I (and everyone that has ever met me, for that matter) know that I'm a nerd.
My Beta, Music ADD, hasn't edited this one because I'm trying to get it up ASAP, but I'm thanking her for putting up with my shit. Sorry. (I feel like I've already said that...) Anyway, thanks for reading and I like reviews, Emma