This is my first Thundermans story. Thundercest (Max/Phoebe)... Don't like, don't read. Constructive criticism welcomed! Enjoy!
Phoebe's P.O.V.
I should've known. I should've known Cole didn't really like me. Who would like me? Perfect, sweet, behaved, Phoebe. I should've known all he wanted to do was use me. I should've known sex was all he wanted from me.
I guess it's all the same. I didn't really like him. I was just using him to make Max jealous. Just like he does to me. Each day, I'm tortured by the sight of him and some new beauty queen. I should've known it wouldn't work. I should've known he doesn't care about me the way I care about him.
It's wrong. I shouldn't feel this way about him. He doesn't feel this way! For once the aspiring super villain is the one doing the right thing. Who would have thought it's the good twin with the issues?
You want to know the worst thing? I almost gave Cole what he wanted. I came so, so close. What stopped me? Maybe it was that he didn't love me. Maybe it was that I knew he was using me. But more than likely, it was the fact that he just wasn't the right person. I should go ahead and give it up. It's not like I'll ever really have the right person. He'd never want me.
Max's P.O.V.
I should've known. I should've known none of these girls would ever amount to her. They're nothing like her. They're sluts, all of them. They use me, and I use them. I should've known nothing good can come out of an arrangement like that. I should've known I'm just pushing the one I truly love farther away.
I should've known the more girls she seen me with, the faster she'd move on. Wait, what am I saying? She doesn't feel that way. It doesn't matter how many girls I bring home, she won't care. She doesn't care about me the way I care about her, and I know that.
Why would she care about me that way? It's wrong. If I know it, heaven knows she does. The aspiring super hero would never even think such a thing. If she only knew what went through my head on a daily basis, she would probably be so disgusted with me that she'd never look at me again. She'd never want me.
The worst thing is every time I'm with another girl, I'm thinking of her. The last time, the girl slapped me, because I whispered Phoebe's name. It wasn't the first time. They'd really slap me, if they knew whose name it was. Doesn't matter how many times I whisper, scream, or yell her name, they won't be her. They'll never be her.
Phoebe's P.O.V.
I should've known no matter how many scars I leave on my body, it won't take my pain away. I should've known no matter how many times I cry, I won't feel any better. I should've known no matter how many times I lie in puddle of my own blood and tears, he'll never be the one to save me.
Max's P.O.V.
I should've known no matter how many shots I take, they won't take my pain away. I should've known no matter how many sluts I have, I won't feel any better. I should've known as many times as I've blamed it on my career path, nobody would see through it. I should've known no matter how many time I come home hungover and hurting, she'll never be the one to save me.
I hope you enjoyed! Please review. :) - Charity