Summary: It's a movie week in the Thunderman's house. No. Not that movie. WARNING: some almost thundercest BUT with a NICE save.
Disclaimer: I don't own the thundermans or the title of this story (which I borrowed from a movie/novel I never watched/read, but I think it gives a cool double meaning to my fanfic. Plus I can do whatever I want in this unprofitable fanfiction).
I'd say Spoiler alert but I think everyone either knows what happened in Star Wars or doesn't care (which is a shame really).
Phoebe comes down from her bedroom and finds the living room empty. Although she knew it would be, she feels a bit disappointed. She sighs and lets herself fall on the sofa. It is a nice Saturday evening, yet she just declined her best friend's invite to go out. In fact, Phoebe has been refusing anything between 6 to 8 pm (more or less) since the beginning of the week.
The reason is simple enough; it's Star Wars week!
Until last Monday, all she knew about the movie is that it is the most geeky movie ever made, that Darth Vader is Luke's father and that it happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Also, may the force be with you because it is loaded with droids, spaceships and a Han Solo.
Phoebe didn't think she would enjoy it as much as she did when her dad called her to join him and watch the first film. It was only because she is one of those individuals who like spending time with their parents (especially when there isn't superhero training involved) she agreed. There was nothing to do anyway.
Soon after, the rest of the family joined in (her twin, Max, came and went in perfect sync with the popcorn) and Phoebe thought it became a family thing.
Except today, the day the last movie is scheduled to be shown, happens to be the neighbour's son's birthday. It would have been rude of her parents to refuse the invitation and Billy went for the birthday boy is his classmate. After hearing that, Nora insisted she has to tag along too. Her father asked if Phoebe wanted to come. For an elementary party? She chuckled. No, thank you. Either way, at this point she was already engrossed in Star Wars she has to see it through to the end.
Therefore, Phoebe was left with no one but Max (and Colloso), both didn't count.
She stretches her arm in search of the TV remote, spots it on the television itself and groans before she stands up to get it (what's the point of a remote control if you have to go over the TV anyway?). Since she's already up on her feet again, Phoebe wonders if she should make popcorn. She decides against because she ate too much thus far this week. So she settles herself back on the couch and turns the screen on.
Half an hour or so into the movie, Phoebe hears a beep sound coming from the kitchen. "Hot. Hot." Hisses her brother at the paper bag in his hands. He holds at its corners carefully with the tips of his fingers and makes his way towards his sister. "Why didn't you call me?" He asks then looks around him bewildered. "Where is everyone?"
Phoebe waves her hand at him, as in move-you're-blocking-my-view-idiot kind of wave. She's sure their parents told him they have gone to the house next door and if he failed to listen, well, she could care less.
Max sits down, frowning, and declares her banned from eating his popcorn because of her insolence behavior. Phoebe only rolls her eyes as a response. However, when she sneaks her hand (unconsciously) to grab some, he doesn't make a move to stop her.
At 22:16 the movie is over. Phoebe glances at Max, who has his head buried in a bag of popcorn, desperately scavenging for any surviving leftovers. She has a question sitting at the edge of her tongue. She can almost feel it screaming and kicking inside her mouth to get out, but at the same time she knows some things are better left unasked. "What?" Her stare unnerves Max (he hasn't grown horns, has he?)
"I was just wondering." She shrugs nonchalantly. "I mean, Luke got over Leia real quick."
It takes him a while to understand what she's hinting at (or at the very least he thinks she is).If he is not mistaken, Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia turn out to be siblings, twins even; which gives the kiss scene a creepy vibe to it, if he spared a thought about it (and he did).
"They," He refers to the screenwriters, producers or other people who could have had a say on it. "Probably just didn't want to get into it. You know, wrap it up."
Phoebe presses her lips together. She wouldn't admit so out loud, but for once Max sounds reasonable and she has no choice but (secretly, very deep inside) agree.
As if feeling he is being a tad uncharacteristic or maybe because of the mixed signals he is trying to interpret from her, he adds something so crazy and out of line even for him. "Do you think it feels different to kiss a sibling?"
Usually, this question would have made her laugh and with a raised brow doubt he ever kissed any kind of girl before, instead she answers in a weak voice. "I don't know."
The atmosphere around them, the whole situation is weird. Phoebe knows so, Max knows so and she knows he knows so and vice versa.
Another fact she knows for certain is that she is at the verge of insanity, not only from the previous statement, but also because Max starts leaning in closer with his eyes looking everywhere but her and Phoebe doesn't flinch.
She closes her eyes. Her body is frozen and it's the only action her body is capable of doing now as it seems. There is no doubt in her mind concerning his intentions. She is going to be kissed by her brother, her twin, Max. Phoebe feels there is something seriously wrong about the notion, but she can't put her finger where.
She hesitates. When their lips meet, should she kiss him back? A part of her wants her to throw her arms around his neck. Another is terrified he'll back away. On the other hand, it's just as much horrifying to consider Max might figure it as his cue to grab Phoebe's waist and pull her closer instead. She'll be close enough to hear his heartbeat accelerate and he could definitely hear hers. Then, while she adapts to the taste of his lips on hers, she'll notice his tongue, searching for an entrance. An entrance she -
"What are you doing?" The voice doesn't register in Phoebe's mind. It isn't Max. All she can think of is what the hell could take her brother so long? She is anxious for the kiss to happen already. For better or for worse, she needs it now. If life had background music, her heart would have been beating to the sound of some fast tempo pop song (maybe a cute song like Matt Nathanson's Faster or Britney Spears if she could handle something more provocative).
The unexpected pain brings her back to her senses. "There was a spider on Phoebe's cheek. I just killed it." Explains the boy whose first instinct when caught red handed trying to smooch his own sister is to slap her and not very gently.
"You're welcome." Phoebe rubs her hurting cheek and her glare is far from thankful.
Then she turns to look at Billy. The younger boy's mouth is making an O shape and his eyes shift between his older siblings, puzzled. Overall he seems as if he bought the spider story. Phoebe wishes she could believe that excuse too.
"What are you doing here, Billy?" She asks.
"Dad asked me to bring-" the boy disappears for less than a second and reappears at the same spot with ham. "- this." He gestures at the large piece of some unfortunate pig's meat in his hands. "Can you believe there is none at Michael's party?"
"No," Max groans. Phoebe pretends not to notice the anger in his voice. There is no reason for him to be irritated, Phoebe tells herself. What could have happened, thank to god, didn't happen. It was the fault of the movie, anyway. She didn't think. He never thinks.
"Okay. Bye" Billy leaves the same way he entered - faster than the eye could see. So once again, Phoebe is alone with Max. He watches her shift uncomfortably. She knows he is waiting for her to figure out how they'll handle their little 'experiment'. She chews her lower lip and wonders why now, of all times, Max decides to let her call the shots. Phoebe clears her throat to speak, but no words come out. She figures there is nothing else for her to do but throw in the towel. She takes out her phone and watches from the corner of her eye if her brother will take the hint. He does, but her heart breaks a little when he leaves.
"Max" She yells after him. "Clean after yourself." She holds up an empty popcorn paper bag.
"Sorry, I can't hear you, Pheebs." He waves dismissively and slides down to his so called lair. Although Phoebe can't see his face, she knows he isn't smirking as he usually would.
She watches absently the movie's credits, maybe there will be an after ending scene. Meanwhile, there is a weird sensation in Phoebe's belly, her heart hasn't shown any indication of slowing down and her arm is shaking uncontrollably.
She looks down at the palm of her hand and realizes it's the phone's vibration. As if a sign from the universe, it's Link calling. "Hi," She hopes her voice sounds normal since Phoebe feels as if she hasn't spoken for ages. The voice on the other side of the line brings her back to reality. She remembers how good her boyfriend is, how considerate, lovable and everything her twin is definitely not.
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