Abel was pretty distant the next day, even after we had gotten the tattoos.
He talked enough to get him through our conversations, but it wasn't until Oli went out to buy our last meal in Vegas, that he finally seemed to open up a little.
"Does it hurt? Having it there?" Abel questioned, referring to the tattoo on the back of my right shoulder blade.
"Yeah." I smiled and sat on the bed beside him, "My shirt keeps rubbing against it." He held out his wrist, at my name tattooed across his wrist without responding.
"You know, Abe, you aren't supposed to get your boyfriend or girlfriend's name tattooed on you. They aren't always forever." My parents had pounded it into Oliver and me, telling us to never, under no circumstances put someone we were in a relationship anywhere on our body or we'd regret it.
"It's not because we're together that I put your name here, Liv." He whispered, sending me a crooked smile over his shoulder, "It doesn't matter if we last as a couple or not, you're still my best friend, you always will be." I felt my stomach start to flutter the same way it had back in my bedroom a month ago, when he had nearly pushed me off my bed.
It had been the first time I realized I might have liked him as more then a friend, it had been a feeling I'd never gotten before.
"And you shouldn't be talking to me about bad tattoos." Abel was trying not to start laughing, "Oliver's got a unicorn tattooed on his bicep, babe." I smiled, shaking my head in shame.
The worst part about Oliver's tattoo wasn't that it was a drunken mistake, it was the fact that he woke up the next day saying he loved it. Sometimes I question how we're even twins.
"Last night was amazing." Abel whispered after a second of silence, laying back on the bed. I ran my hand through his blonde curls, smiling at the thought I knew we were both sharing.
"Yeah." I replied, laughing. I could remember exactly what had happened last night, even if neither of the boys could. The second we had walked out of the tattoo shop, Oliver had sparked the craziest idea.
***
24 hours Earlier
"Okay, so you two had something about being a celebrity on your list, right?" Oliver joked, nudging a weak looking Abel in the side. Abe jumped forward and grabbed my brother's arm, twisting it in an unnatural direction.
"Yeah, we've got to pretend to be a celebrity for a day." Abel replied, acting as if he weren't nearly breaking Oliver's arm. I fought the urge to burst into laughter and touched both of the boys shoulder's instead.
"Both of you stop acting like little kids." I snapped, trying to sound as mature as possible. Abel pulled me into his grip and kissed the side of my head as we continued down the street, Oliver muttering under his breath as he rubbed his arm.
"We should pretend to be celebrities. Everyone out here is drunk and gullible right now, they'd probably believe us." Oliver joked, throwing his arms over both of our shoulders and sliding in between us so I was holding his hand instead of Abel's.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Oli. You're drunk and clearly aren't-"
"Come on, Livvy." He said, pulling me closer to him and grinning, "It'll be fun and you'll get to cross it off your list. Easy peasy." He poked my nose, laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world afterward.
"I think we should." Abel said, rubbing his hands together, "Let's do it." I stared at him for a second, taking in his smile and somewhat cheery mood. If it was going to make him feel better, why not let myself be a kid for a change?
"Okay, so what's the story then?" I asked, pushing Oliver so he was a few steps ahead of us instead of in between us. I waited for one of them to say something, and after a few minutes, Abel finally spoke.
"We're in a new upcoming Teen movie." Abel suggested, "You know, like Twilight or some shit like that." I smiled, nodding.
"All right, let's go blow some minds!" Oliver clapped his hands before walking toward a group of women standing a few feet away, ready to watch the fireworks. Abel and I were a few steps behind, watching my drunk brother in amusement.
"You think they'll actually believe us?" I asked. Abel laughed.
"Probably not. But it's worth a try." He reached up and messed his hair up a little, straightening his body out as we approached the girls smiling at my brother.
"And these are my costars Abel Hendricks and Olivia Spencer." I frowned at the change of my name. Couldn't he have been a little more creative?
"Oh my God! You look like Ryan Gosling!" One of the girls gushed, running her hand along Abel's arm. He winked, earning a look out of me as I watched the girls swarm around him.
"Are you playing the sexy Vampire?" The same girl said, giggling, "You would make a great one." Out of the five girls, only one of them had hung back to stay with Oliver, actually seeming to hold a conversation with him.
"A movie star, eh?" A voice piped up behind me. I spun around to find a tall guy in a tux standing behind me, looking as if he had just walked out of a movie himself. I found myself so obsessed with trying to figure out where his accent was from, that I didn't get a chance to respond.
"What movie?" He went on, taking the hand that wasn't holding the plastic cup and running it through his short, dark blonde hair.
"It's called The Bucket List." I blurted, not knowing what else to say. That was what we were doing, right? Completing some sort of Bucket List before we all went off to college.
"I'm Charlie." He said, taking my hand and kissing the top of it, "I've been trying to snag a job myself here in America, but keep coming up short." I nodded, my cheeks flushing as he let my hand fall back to my side.
"It's hard. I've been trying for years." I lied. I could feel eyes burning into the back of my head, but was pretty sure it was one of the girls that had been swarming around Abel.
"How about I give you my card and you hook me up with your manager when you get the chance, love?" I nodded before I realized what I was doing, a giggle threatening to escape my mouth.
What the hell are you doing, Olivia! You have a boyfriend. . . or whatever the hell you and Abel are, stop fawning over this guy because of his accent.
"There you are." It wasn't until after Charlie had bowed his head and walked away that I looked down at the paper. It wasn't a card at all, but just a cell phone number.
"Liv, baby." Abel wrapped his arms around me from behind and followed my gaze. "Who was that?" I shrugged, leaning back and sighing.
"I don't know. But he believed my lie enough to give me his cell." I waved the paper in the air. Abel took it and slipped it into his pocket, smiling.
"No need for that. Now let's go prey on some more innocent drunk people."
*
By the time that we got back to the hotel room, we had convinced more people then I could count on my fingers that we were up and coming stars and they had asked for our autographs.
The boys seemed to find it hilarious, considering there was alcohol in both of their systems, I didn't find it surprising that they did.
"We'll do the other twelve hours when we get back home." Abel assured me as we fell back on to the bed. I nodded, yawning. When I sat back up to change, I found Oliver had already passed out on the bed across the room, hanging halfway off the bed. I smiled and made my way over to him, pulling the blanket up so it was covering his body. After I had grabbed the trash bin and put it beside him, I walked toward the bathroom. I blinked in shock when I found Abel crouched in front of the toilet, puking.
"Abel!" I gasped, pushing the door closed behind me so I wouldn't wake my brother.
"Drank too much." He groaned once he'd flushed the toilet, "And didn't eat enough." He laid his head against the wall, shutting his eyes. I reached down and touched his cheek to make sure he was okay.
"You sure you're all good?" He smiled, opening his eyes a little.
"I'd feel a lot better if you kiss me." I snorted, grabbing his toothbrush and handing it to him.
"Brush your teeth and I'll think about it." He groaned again as he climbed to his feet, tossing his shirt in his bag beside the wall as I stripped out of my own clothes. I could see him glancing my way as he brushed his teeth, a smile playing on his lips.
"You like what you see?" I teased, pulling one of his shirts over me. He nodded, tossing his tooth brush back on to the sink.
"I love it." Once we were back outside the bathroom and back in the room, I laid down under the covers of the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Night, Liv." Abel kissed my forehead before laying down and wrapping his arms around my waist. I leaned back and rested my head back against his chest, trying to remember what it was that I had wanted to talk to Abel about earlier this morning.
***
"Anyone there?" I blinked as a hand swiped in front of my face. I slapped it away, letting out a shaky breath.
Had I zoned out?
"Sorry." I muttered, looking down to find a confused Abel staring up at me.
"I was just worried." He replied, brushing his hand against my cheek, "You just completely zoned out, Liv." I forced a laugh out and looked at the door in time to find Oliver walking back in with a receipt.
"This place is expensive." He grumbled, tossing the receipt into his duffel bag.
"You two ready to go?" He went on when we didn't say anything. Abel sat up, yawning as he stretched.
"I am." He looked over at me, "How about you, Liv? You ready to leave Vegas?" I smiled, nodding slowly as I looked back and forth between both of the boys in the room.
"Definitely."
***AN***
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~ChasingMadness24