Hi guys! So here's chapter 3! Hope you like it!
xx Katia
Chapter 3: If You Fall Asleep…Then At Least Your Next To Me.
He gave me a crooked smile. He wore a mint green Jack Wills hoodie. I’d recognized the white ‘JW’ on it from one of the magazines I’d read.
“What are you doing here?” I frowned.
He stood there awkwardly, holding out my black, leather chain bag up for me to see.
“You—you um…left this.”
“And you followed me home? A bit freaky…” I joked.
His cheeks reddened out of embarrassment.
“But thank you.” I added. “Do you want to come in?” Might as well be nice. He did after all return my bag. Everything I needed was in there.
I stepped aside, giving him space to enter.
(Liam’s POV)
I walked into the living area where a pile of clothes and toiletries lay over open duffel bags and suitcases. I’d recognized one of them from the diner. Most of the pieces on top were underwear and bikinis. I averted my eyes, pretending to be interested in the apple green-painted wall instead.
“Oh!” Katia quickly ran over to the middle of the room and started stuffing her belongings back in the bags. “Sorry you had to see that—Kat and I haven’t really gotten settled in yet.”
I glanced at her, seeing her cheeks turn pink. I guessed that Kat was the other girl she was with on the plane, so I nodded in acknowledgement.
“Do you want anything? Coffee? Juice?”
Juice?
I chuckled, suddenly feeling like a little boy visiting his gran. “Um…Do you have any tea?”
She stared at me with a blank face that pretty much said it all. “Tea?”
“Yes, tea, you haven’t heard of it?” I gasped jokingly.
“Of course I know what it is!” Katia grumbled.
I loved doing this to her. Being annoying was something I was always good at.
“I just don’t have any right now.” She admitted.
“Well then, I’d gladly take the juice please.” I said sweetly.
She pulled out a brown box, taking a glass wrapped in foam sheets and a packet of orange juice powder from one of her duffel bags.
“Powder? Really Katia?” I grimaced.
She frowned at me. “Is there a problem with powdered juice?”
“It has that weird taste. I prefer freshly squeezed.”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Her scowl hadn’t left.
I smirked. “Do you want me to answer that?”
“Oh shut it.” She huffed, walking toward the swing door located behind me.
I happily followed her inside.
She stood on the counter preparing my drink. She was in a mint green sweater over black denim jeans and flats. I studied her dark brown—almost black—hair as it fell messily below her shoulders.
I chuckled.
“What is it?” She frowned at me.
“We match.”
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Living With A Payne (Watty Awards 2012)
FanfictionKatia and Kat Brisbane are fraternal twins in Australia, given up at birth to their careless aunt, who's daughter, their cousin, enjoys making their lives hell. Now that they're both 18 and off the college, they move to london and away from everythi...
