In Love With THAT Twin...

Chpt. 52 Sundae. Oh Sundae.

*Justin's POV*

I plopped down on my bed and thanked my lucky stars that Mom was out of town for 2 days. Because if she saw me like this, she'd show her superhero side and send me flying out of the window.
I sighed again but my wounded elbow brushed against the headboard and I pulled my hand back.
"Ow fuck mother-
"Justin?"
My head snapped up from my bruised elbow to the door. Is that Chloe?
"Justin?"
I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to straighten up the mess. What? A dude's gotta look good okay, wounded or not.
"Yeah I'm in here"
The door opened and instead of the beautiful serene face I dream of, a stunning sharp face walked into my room.
"Claire?"
"Hi"
"Hi"
What is she doing here? And where is my muffin? Does she know I'm hurt?
"I heard about the fight. I'm so sorry", she sat down on the edge of the bed next to me.
"Not a big deal", I shrugged.
"No it is. I know he started it", she gave me a weak smile.
The striking resemblance between the twin sisters made it easy to mistaken one for the other. But ironically, they were nothing alike.
"You're hurt", she spoke in a small voice.
"I'm a big boy"
"I apologize on his behalf"
"You don't have to"
"But I am. I care for you. So so much"
The way she said it made me sit up straight, my back to the headboard and definitely increasing the distance between us.
But since she's Claire Chance, she just won't give up.
"You're so strong tho. I heard all about it. All about your machoness", she brushed her fingers up my arm and scooted closer to me.
"Thanks I guess. I'm tired. I'm going go bed. So um bye"
What's wrong with me? I don't dust girls off like that. She's practically throwing herself at me and I'm pushing her away.
"What's it gonna take huh?", she moved dangerously close to me and for a fraction of a second, I wanted to let her have what she wants.
The only reason - She looks like her.
But I dismissed that thought as soon as it crept in. It's so twisted. Just because she has the same face doesn't mean she's the same. It's Chloe I want. It's her I love. And it's her I can't have.
"Claire-
I was about to speak another sugar coated 'Fuck off' sentence when my door opened again revealing a flushed Chloe staring at us with wide eyes.
"Jus- Claire?"
I was about to speak but Claire beat me to it.
"Oh hello sister dear. Justin here is tired, he's gonna sleep. We should get going", she gave me a sly smile and walked up to Chloe, grabbing her upper arm and pulling her with her.
Great. Just great. When I want her to come, she doesn't show up. And when the last thing I want is her to be around, she has to make an appearance.
WHAT THE FUCK.
"CHLOE?! "
Before my mind could register the fact that we were not talking, I yelled out for her.
Both of them turned around. Okay now what?
"I- um I actually well um"
Fuck Justin. Come up with something. Shit shit shit.
"Mom um Mom wants you to call her"
What? Seriously Justin? That's the best you could come up with?
"Pattie?", Chloe asked.
"Yeah. Um she told me to do that yeah. Here", I held out my phone for her.
"I'll call her from home?", she eyed my phone.
Jesus lady stop being so fucking difficult and do as I say. I want you here. Don't you fucking get it?!
"NO", my voice came out higher than I had intended and they gave me confused looks.
"She's um the place she's at, has a private number so", I trailed off.
"Oh", she walked up to me.
"They'll probably be talking for hours", I let out an awkward laugh as I spoke to Claire.
"What's the number?", Chloe looked at me.
"Wait", I grabbed my phone and dialed in Ryan's second number. Don't pick up. Do. No. Pick. Up.
"They'll be talking about stupid baking stuff", I explained to Claire and she huffed.
"I'm outta here", she walked away and I snatched my phone from Chloe's hand.
I heard Ryan's voice on the other side of the line.
"Sorry man. I was calling someone else", I quickly hung up the phone and tossed it aside.
"Pattie?"
"Why would she ask you when your Mom is her best friend and a great baker?", I gave her a look and finally she caught onto it.
Thank God.
She tried to hold back her laughter, not looking at me.
"Go ahead. Laugh."
As soon as I said that, she burst out laughing.
"I was trying to get Claire to leave okay", I raised my hands up.
She laughed harder and I couldn't help but join her.
"You're so lame at making up excuses", she chuckled.
"Yeah. Atleast I try. You freeze", I stuck my tongue out.
Bad bad move. Because guess what? Bruised jaw and cheek don't support sticking out tongue.
"Fuck", I hissed and she walked up to me instantly.
"You're hurt"
"Glad you noticed"
She ignored my snide remark and looked around.
"Where's the first aid kit?"
I pointed to the bathroom and she got the box back with her.
"Move"
She sat down next to me, just like Claire was, minutes ago but this time, I didn't back off. If anything, I scooted closer.
She felt good. She's my safe heaven.
She cleaned up my wounds, which I hadn't touched since I got home because I was too pissed off at Nick the dick.
I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous face, so close to mine as she worked her way on my cheek and forehead.
The way her eyebrows furrowed, showed how focused she was into tending me. Her lips were slightly parted and all I wanted was to lean in just a little to have them on mine.
Damn I've missed that feeling. All the times we kissed, it was wrong, but so right. It wasn't intentional but completely intentional.
And I'm booking for myself at rehab because this girl has officially driven me crazy. And I love it.
She caught me looking at her but I didn't even make an effort to hide the fact that I was taking her in.
"What's wrong?", she whispered.
"Nothing. You're just so beautiful", I whispered back, brushing my fingers against her cheek.
She held my hand in hers and looked at my busted knuckles, horrified.
"Why did you fight him?", she asked.
"He deserved it", I answered, looking away from her.
She put her hand under my chin, making me face her.
"But you didn't"
Her eyes were glossy and I knew within moments she'd break down. And I couldn't have it.
I looked down, not able to face her. I expected her to question me more but instead she surprised me by kissing my busted knuckles. Her touch sent sparks through my body and I looked up to her, but she didn't meet my eyes.
Instead she moved herself and sat down on my lap, her knees on both the side of my legs. She placed her hands on my shoulders to prop herself up and kissed my forehead, over the band-aid.
Moving all over my face, she kissed every wound and suddenly, I wished I was wounded a lot more.
She looked at my lips, definitely at the torn skin near the corner.
Damn it baby, kiss me.
She bent down and kissed the corner, not at all testing dangerous waters.
She leaned back, but didn't get up and neither did she move her hands from my shoulders.
"Pattie's gonna be so mad at you", she whispered, her eyes meeting mine.
"I'm hoping she doesn't notice my face"
A small smile crept up her face, immediately spreading onto mine.
"Go out with me?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I mentally slapped myself. Just when everything is going right my shitty mouth has to go fuck it up. My eyes widened and so did hers.
"I mean out, on dinner. Dinner?"
That, is my pathetic ass of an attempt to cover up. Woho right?
Her face turned a shade of pink as she got up.
Shit. Idiot. Ass. Dumbfuck. Pathetic loser. Go die. Fucking die.
That, is how I complimented myself as soon as she got up.
"Okay"
Within seconds, I was up on my feet, standing in front of her.
"Okay?"
"Okay"
Do not dance Justin. Wait for it. Let her leave. Wait.
"I'll pick you up at 7", I spoke too fast for my likes and she nodded, before walking to my door.
"Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Take care"
With that she left and as soon after I heard the click of the main door, I started jumping around, pumping my fist.
"I'M TAKING HER OUT FOR DINNER. HELL YEAH. OW"
I shook my hand to relax it. Damn it knuckles.