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Okay, maybe this wasn't such a great idea. I mean, it was a fantastic missile proof plan two days ago, but now… I'm not so sure.
Just don't panic Helen. It's okay. Just a few months with the double D's, no biggie.
But, it is a big deal. You just packed everything you owned into your small truck, drove countless miles to some dreary town, to move in with a couple of boys. One is currently settling his baby mama drama; the other whom you've had a crush on since you were fourteen and who also may or may not hate your guts.
Duke and Daniel. The double D's. Outstanding football players in high school, both very good looking, and built like boulders, also best friends.
Duke, I met in high school. He was in my English class. I normally wouldn't talk to jocks like him (besides I knew he was Daniel's left nut) but he seemed friendly enough so one day I asked him if his mother gave him muscle milk as a baby. Good thing he has a sense of humor or else my face would have paid the price for my mouth's mistake.
In return he asked why I wore red lip stick if it was because red meant 'stop your going in the wrong hole'
Yea, since then on Duke's been my bitch.
Now, Daniel is a totally different story. We started off on the wrong foot.
I was fourteen when I first laid my eyes on the fine specimen. He was perfect from his purple Mohawk down to his green Doc Martins, but I was shy to approach him. So I would admire him from afar. Mistake number one.
I was so obsessed with him that I told one of my friends about of my older "boyfriend" who was in the eighth grade. Mistake number two.
I even showed her, his MySpace page. (MySpace was cool back then) That was my mistake number three and doomed any chance – if I even had one to begin with- of getting Daniel to be my boyfriend.
What I did not know was that, that said friend, had a brother who was also in Daniels click. He was in the other room when I was boasting about my love. He told Daniel about the weird seventh grader that has been claiming to be his girlfriend. He confronted me the next day, embarrassing me by saying that he would never ever date a girl like me.
But my obsession still grew. When I entered high school I was different, my body had matured and I had a new look. I became known as the cute rockabilly girl. That was my identifier. Even then Daniel was still cautious around me. It became awkward. He would go for the cheerleaders, so cliché since he was a captain on the football team. He never even gave me a second look. When we were forced to talk to each other- mostly when Duke was there- the conversations were cold and half-assed. That was two years ago. I kept in touch with Duke when they moved here to Washington; I stayed in Los Angeles to pursue modeling. Duke talked me into doing that too.
This brings me back to present. Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea?
This idea sucks balls!
"Duke what have you gotten me into?" I say to myself. I take a deep breath when I see the house I am looking for and none other than Tweedledee and Tweedledum themselves standing on the porch of their home.
Duke spots me and starts to wave his hands in the air.
I'm not blind I can see you asshole.
Daniel on the other hand has a small smile on his lips. He doesn't look to overly happily as Duke but I won't be either if your high school semi- stalker was moving in with you.
Suddenly, I am angry with Duke for persuading me to do this. Give that, yes, I agreed whole heartily, but that was because he practically tricked me with his persuasive words and promises.
I turn down the radio and slowly pull up the drive way.
The second I turn my engine off, my door is being violently opened. Duke unbuckles me and takes me out of the car so fast; I didn't even know a person his size could move.
"Rockabilly!" he exclaims lifting my in his arms. My breath leaves me and my arms fall limply around him. I feel like a rag doll.
"Dumbass… can't breathe!" I manage to say.
"Don't be a little bitch." He scowls as he sets me down. His scowl quickly turns into a smirk. My frown deepens when he winks at me. "Daniel didn't she get hotter since the last time we saw her?"
My eyes are practically bulging out of my head. Duke smirks as he crosses his meaty arms and turns to face Daniel. He probably thinks he is doing me a favor.
Daniel looks stunned to say the least. He blinks a couple times before he clears his throat. I notice the lips ring he is sporting now, that is not because I was looking at his lips and thinking how soft they look.
"That's inappropriate, Duke." He says glaring at him. I give him a small smile and blush when Daniel meets my eyes. "How are you, Helen?" my name escaping from Daniel's lips momentarily paralyzes me. I try to shake the psycho thoughts about him out of my head, but he is so dreamy.
"I'm okay, thanks." I look away and face Duke before shaking my head, my hand immediately places itself over my mouth, I take my thumb into my mouth and start to bite my nail, a habit out of nervousness, Duke gives me a pointed look. He knows about my nasty habit and why I do it.
"Are you gonna help me with my stuff you big, fat, ape?" I say with a glare in his direction.
Duke I have you on my hit list. Be very afraid.
He rolls his eyes and moves to the back of my car.
"You haven't changed a bit have you? Still a bitch, huh?" He says as he pops the truck open and taking my bags handing two to Daniel.
"Still taking steroids? Has your dick disappeared yet?" I retort. I hear Daniel snort while Duke gives me the finger.
I watch them take my bags into the house. I take the rest of my stuff and follow Duke. The house is decent. I mean as decent as it could possibility get with two men living there. There are pizza boxes, hot pocket wrappers, and soda cans everywhere. Part of the living room is a semi home gym. But that is to be expected with Duke the more I look around I conclude that this is a man cave. All that missing are pictures of naked woman…oh wait I just saw one. Well, hello there Miss. March looks like we are gonna see a lot of each other.
"You are lucky we are such gentlemen and gave you the biggest room." Duke says as he open the door to my bedroom. There is only a bed and a small out dated television placed inside the room. Looks like I have to do some serious shopping.
"Thanks. Do guys mind if I freshen up? It was a long fucking drive up here."
"Take your time." Daniel says placing my last bag inside the room before dragging Duke who is pouting at me. Duke closes the door behind him with a small whine, I take the opportunity to take a deep breath and run my hands down my face.
"Fuck my life." right after I vocalize my frustration a roaring boom echoes from the clouds as if confirming that yes, I indeed I'm in deep shit.
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"So it rains almost 24/7 here?"
"Yea, it's not that bad once you get used to it." I roll my eyes at Duke as he takes a bite out of his Hot Pocket straight out of the microwave.
"You're supposed to let it sit for two minutes, meat head." I snort when his eyes go wide and his mouth pops open.
"Shit! Hot! Hot!" he screams turning the piece of food in his mouth. I sigh and shake my head. He runs over to the sink and spits out the piece of hot pocket. I make a face. "Damn that was hot." Duke says placing his hot pocket on a napkin. I take this opportunity to talk about rules and such to him.
"I might be doing a lot of work in Seattle." I state, I don't really know how to go about this. I didn't really know what house rules the boys had going for them. I didn't ask many questions after Duke told me how much I would have to pay for rent. Practically nothing, there has to be a catch. He frowns and crosses his arms. He seems mad, which confuses me. Why the fuck is he mad? "I think there are a couple of jobs around. Well at least from what Josh told me." I say eyeing him carefully.
"Still posing as a pin up girl?" he asks, I simply nod. We stare at each other. We are both frowning, not for the same reason.
"What Duke?" I finally ask. He sighs then moves to pick up his still hot, Hot Pocket, he takes a bite of it and chews while staring at me.
"I talked to your mom before you came." He says. And here is the catch. I roll my eyes, finally understanding. Of course he talked to my mother. My mom never really liked the fact that my job required me to occasionally take off my clothes.
"It never bothered you before Duke. You were the one that encouraged me to model."
"But not naked." He retorts. I snort.
"I take my top off once in a while. It not like I'm some whore who posts her lady parts on the internet. This is art, not porn."
"Same difference," Duke leans forward, "the point is, your mom and I really want to stop seeing your perky tits on calendars mounted in mechanic shops and teenage boys' rooms."
I raise one eyebrow "Is there one in your room?"
The blush tainting his cheeks answers my question. I cross my arms across my chest. Does Daniel have one too? That makes me blush.
"So what am I suppose to do for work? Walk dogs? Teach arts and crafts to old farts in a nursing home? All I know is modeling." By now I have stood up and stared pacing.
"That's ridiculous Helen. We both know you hate dogs and old people hate you." Duke stands up and put his arms on my shoulders, "Relax we, being Daniel and me, found you an awesome job."
"You and I have very different ideas on what's awesome dip-shit" I can't help but blurt out.
"You will be working at an auto shop!" Duke continues ignoring my interruption.
"So I went from glamorously posing on top of cars to having to fix them up? That is not awesome and I haven't a clue on anything car related!"
"Don't worry. I know the mechanic and he said he needs help for the business side, so you will mostly be dealing with paperwork." We both turn and see Daniel standing by the doorway. "He needs some brains behind his muscle. So you in?"
I stare at Daniel. He really is one foxy man. Foxy? I seriously need to stop watching 70's sitcoms. "Okay. I'll do it."
"Great. You should probably go down to La Push to introduce yourself since you are starting tomorrow." Duke states.
"Wait, how did you know I would even agree?" I ask
"Because you idiot, Daniel asked!" The answer comes from Duke's infamous "Duh!" tone. I peek at Daniel from the corner of my eye. He looks just as red and awkward as I feel.
Daniel coughs into his fist. "The guy you are gonna go see is a friend of mine. His name is Jacob. Jacob Black."