Beep. Beep. Beep. After these three obnoxious beeps were heard, the radio began playing. Well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church coridor..and I can't help but to hear- no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words. Turning up the radio, the sleepy Carly Jones sat up in her bed, singing along to Panic! At the Disco's hit song, 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies'. Seeing the band a few weeks ago was amazing. The twenty-two year old female swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood up, walking to the bathroom, turning on the shower faucet, her hazel eyes catching her left pointer finger which was filed down, thanks to that asshole Bo Sinclair down in Ambrose cutting her finger off while she was trying to get Nick's attention. Too many nightmares were spent on Bo, Vincent, Ambrose, Louisiana, and the House of Wax. The young woman sighed as she stripped herself of all her clothing, stepping into the shower, starting to wash her hair quietly.
After a ten minute shower, she stepped out, wrapped her body with a towel and yawned. Shaking her hair like a dog would, she then walked towards her closet, taking out a pair of hip huggers and a green and yellow striped shirt. She got dressed within seconds and brushed her damp hair leaving it down. Once she felt good enough to go downstairs, she walked towards the kitchen looking for a hot cup of coffee and her evil twin brother. (It's easier if they're not 'together' yet, I think.) Even though he was trying to be a little nicer after Ambrose, it wasn't really going too well. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was 7:37 AM. Yeah, no way Nick would be awake at this time of the morning.
The dream was excellent. He knew that. But what exactly was it about? All he remembered was waking a wide grin, and the feeling he'd just dreamed something spectacular. Possibly it was.. no, that couldn't possibly be it. Something like that could never become a reality. Never.
Shaking the thought from his head, Nick Jones kicked his blankets off carelessly. He listened to them thud softly against the ground, then turned his head to glance at the clock. 9:24. Great. He'd woken up early, but what could be expected when he fell asleep earlier than usual?
Sitting up, he stretched out his limbs, adding a slight yawn to mix it up.
Next; a shower.
Slipping from his bed, he silently walked from his room in a rather sleepy daze, stopping only when he stubbed his toe and exclaimed, "God Damnit!"
After this little outburst, he continued on to the bathroom, stripping of his boxers, and slipping into the shower. About five minutes later he stepped out and dried himself off. Walking to his room with the towel around his waist, he grabbed a pair of loose blue jeans, and a simple, white wife-beater that framed his chest fittingly. After dressing, he walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
Jumping as she heard her brother's outburst, she raised an eyebrow turning around looking at the kitchen seeing him there. Sighing quietly, she thought about random things. Wade was one thing that came up a lot in her mind. But then, a odd thought/dream entered her head. Come on, Carly. You know you want to. Well--even if I wanted to, you're my brother. it's bad. She smacked her head for even thinking of the dream that she had the night they got back from Ambrose. Carly frowned as she looked at her brother then turned back around again, staring at the blank television screen. Nothing had been the same for Carly since the House of Wax. Nothing.
She sighed and played with her ankle bracelet, humming a song she saw from a Disney movie a few days ago.
"Hey Carly..." Nick greeted with a nod to his sister, making his way to the kitchen with a lazy stretch. "Sleep well?" He questioned, not sparing her a glance as he shuffled through the cupboards for something suitable to eat. As he did so, miniature flashes from the dream hit him like a ton of bricks. Shit. Nick... that's your sister. Why'd you dream that? He thought, furrowing his eyebrow in confusion. Why had he thought of his sister like that? It wasn't very... natural, was it? Shaking his head, Nick sighed.
Pulling away from the cabinet with a shrug, he headed to the coffee. "Ah, you made coffee.." He commented.
Carly looked at him, "Hey, Nick." she said quietly. "Eh..kind of," she shrugged. "As well as someone can--" she began, quitting her comment, knowing that it'd be best to say the rest in her mind. As well as someone can when they are dreaming of fucking their twin brother. Oh god, Carly needed to see a psrync. Yawning quietly, she stood up and shuffled into the kitchen, stepping in front of a cabinet, opening it, reaching up for a mug. The thing about Carly probably being, 5'5" and Nick being a good 6'1", Carly had to reach for things that were easy for Nick to grab. So when she went to reach for her mug, her shirt rose ever-so-slightly exposing her stomach slightly. "Well, I tried to make coffee." she said. Carly Jones was rather bad at home-making things.
Nick glanced to his sister, then quickly looked away.. What the fuck? He'd seen her stomach before, why was he so... bashful about it now? He poured the coffee into a plain mug. Bringing the hot liquid to his lips, he inhaled the smell first, making shirt it was decent to drink before pouring a bit of the liquid into his mouth. "It's not so bad. Could be better, but, hell, it's good." He stated after setting the mug down and swallowing the contents in his mouth.
"As well as someone can what, Carly?" He rose his eyebrows, looking back at his sister.
"As well as someone can..." she paused. Come on, Carly. You know you want to. I want to..Come on, sis. I know I want to.. Then they kissed. 'Make something up, Carls!' she told herself, before thinking quietly. "As well as someone who was cold.." she lied, nodding gently pouring some of the black liquid into her cup. She then went to the fridge and took out creamer. Pouring some into her cup, she sighed. "I was really cold last night, That's all." she told her brother. She tapped her foot on the floor and jumped onto the kitchen counter like a little child would. Carly smiled at her brother.
"Cold, huh? Then why did you hesitate to tell me this? You didn't have to stop talking. Being cold is nothing." Nick stated, leaning his back against the counter. He decided to drop the subject, a slight smile forming on his lips, "You get anything on those counter tops, and you're cleaning them." He stated with a final nod, as if to close the subject from argument.
Just like he did with the before thins. How he wanted to know what she was thinking about, it bugged him not knowing.
She shrugged as she looked at him then to the countertops. "I will /not/ get anything on the coun-" she stopped as she knocked her coffee cup over. "Damnit!" she whined as she looked at her shirt which was covered with the hot liquid. Carly hopped off and pulled off her shirt, leaving her in a lace black bra...The same bra that she wore when she had the dream of her and Nick in her bedroom, their parents thinking they were 'doing a puzzle'. She sighed as she took a sponge and wiped the coffee up, rang it out and washed her stomach before taking the shirt towards the laundry room to be washed. "Nick- Can you get me a shirt from my room, please?"
Nick laughed lightly, shaking his head at his sisters antics. He turned away from her as she took her shirt off, clenching his jaw tightly. At her request, he sighed heavily. Why was it so hard to deny her requests. What did she do to him ever since the House of Wax? It was as if he couldn't ever say no to her. With a sigh, he nodded, back still facing her. "Yeah. I'll get you a shirt." He stated, then, still turned away, made his way to her room leisurely. Taking the steps two at a time, he entered her room, immediately heading for her closet. Hmm.. What should he pick? Reaching forward, he snatched a simple green tank top, and then began his way back down the steps.
Carly threw her shirt in the washer and put some washing detergant in it before frowning, as she noticed that this was exactaly what she was wearing when the dream with her and Nick happened. Deja vu? She thought for a second before dismissing the thoughts. She grabbed the sponge once she walked back into the kitchen, picking up the mess of the spilt coffee. Wiping down the counter, she then yawned and dried off the counter, waiting for her new shirt. Ears detecting her brother's sounds coming down the stairs, she sighed meeting him half way. Once she saw him, she took the shirt from him and smiled warmly. "Thanks." she stated, pulling it over her torso.
Nick felt slightly disappointed as he watching the shirt cover her up, and wanted to protest. But, something told him against it. If she didn't... like his comment, then their relationship would go down the drain in an instant. There were be no more of the Nick and Carly twin bond. Well, most likely not as much as there was. Ever since the incident, he felt even more obligated to watch over her, keep her out of harms way. Another finger to go missing definitely wasn't on his list of 'Things to accomplish', and far from it.
She fixed the shirt quietly, and looked at her feet. "Well," she began, thinking of a reason to get away from Nick. It was way too akward. "Umm..." she frowned, leaning agianst the wall, looking around the house. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Carly coughed. Let's see... God damnit. The dream came back to her mind. Carly...It's not wrong. This isn't wrong. He told her over and over again. I'm not gonna do this, Nick.. I'm not gonna do this. This was the conversation they had in the dream after they'd done everything in their wildest dreams. She frowned as she came out of her trance.
Nick shook his head, then looked at the time on the TV's DVD player. 10:53. He frowned. Had they been just talking and such for that long? He knew his shower was no more than five minutes, and dressing took mere seconds. So, drinking coffee, staining a shirt, and talking had gone on for about an hour and a half now? Strange. Another flash of the dreams entered his head, and he shook his head to get the thought away. Carly was much too sensible, she'd never do any of those things. Especially not with her twin.
Carly frowned as she looked at her brother. "Nick..You've got something on you." she informed as she moved a little closer to him so she could grab the small piece of lint on his shoulder. She then glanced up at him, and smiled gently. She knew she was probably a little too close, well she was sure that other people would think that if they saw them knowing that they were nothing more but brother and sister. She didn't move though. She stayed a few inches away from Nick before looking at the lint. Carly didn't understand why she wasn't moving. The next part was blurred with emotions and lust. Longing for her brother. She brushed her lips against his for a second before pulling away, walking off back into the kitchen.