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Authors Note: Thank you to Skykat for proofing. You rock!

World Come Undone
Chapter One – Welcome World, We have arrived.

"Welcome to Summer Bay." Robbie read out loudly from the front seat, as Henry and I shared a look with one another.

"Welcome to our new home." Mum replied happily, glancing around our new place of residence with excitement.

"Welcome to hell." I muttered under my breath, causing Henry to stifle a snort.

"Welcome to my own personal playground." He grinned evilly as I threw him a look of utter disgust, despite the fact I felt strangely reassured by his statement. At least some things in this world never change.

Unlike say, my mothers promise to allow my brother and I to stay in boarding school, or my brother's love for the farm we'd grown up on, or especially my friends promise to stay in touch over the summer.

At least my brother's love for conquering all things female remained the same. Unlike just about every other aspect of my life

Oh no, my older brother had found this stupid little sea-side town and its quirky residents to fall in love with. And then my mother, clearly insane, showed an insatiable desire to move away from our family home to the stupid little sea-side town and it's quirky residents, instantly shattering my perfect world.

Do you really need a back story?

So what if Dad spent years cheating on Mum. She was the one who put up with it. She was the one who didn't do anything about it, until his death. So why has she suddenly decided she needs to escape his presence, when, in actual fact, he's ten feet under and no harm to anyone any more?

More so, why does she feel the need to pull me out of boarding school, the one place I truly loved, truly belonged, to dump me in the smallest of small towns, which doesn't even have a local shopping complex. I mean, East Bondi Private practically had its own!

And why, in the name of all things civilised, would she believe we could actually benefit from the fresh air here in Summer – Hellhole – Bay? We lived on a farm, for god's sake. A farm, with animals and livestock and bush… and plenty of fresh air. Why sell off my childhood home to buy a rundown caravan park? With however many small, creepy, crawly, unwelcome residents to share a room with me?

The one simple answer.

To ruin my life.

Mine and Henry's, that is. We'd stuck together ever since birth. It was the unwritten rule between the Hunter twins. Always together, never apart. That's how Henry and I had dealt with life, with the comings and goings of our parents, our family. How we'd dealt with boarding school. How we'd come to be so close. I knew in his heart that he hated this place just as much as I did, but he was too excited by the potential of women here to let himself get down too much.

I'd tried endlessly to make him believe that there would be as much potential here as there would be in a nursing home, because everyone Scott had mentioned was about fifty or over, but do you know what he'd said in reply?

"Where there are old people, there are nurses."

That was Henry. Always thinking with his, uh, mind.

Scott, on the other hand, the eldest of the Hunter offspring, adored this place more than life itself. Adored the sun and the beach, and the friendly, relaxed atmosphere. Well, good for him. I'm glad that at least one Hunter is more than content in this place. Two, if you count Mum, three, if you include Robbie, but he'd be happy anywhere, as long as Dad was no longer around. And Kit? She was happy anywhere there could possibly be a liquor store, and frankly, I was almost tempted to join her there. What else could Summer Bay possibly have to offer me, other than some good Tequila and a night getting pissed on the beach?

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"You've got to be joking?" I stated sharply, as I stumbled into the run down living room of the old, possibly derelict house.

"I know, isn't it just breathtaking?" Mum said as she breezed on past Henry and I to unload more boxes from the car.

"Stole Tilly's breath away at least," Henry snorted as he joined me in the living room. I shot him a look of annoyance before sighing, "I guess we're upstairs then," I looked at him, before not so subtly looking towards my large suitcase full of shoes. He groaned and glared, but all the same dropped his own bag and lifted up my own, following be up the stairs slowly.

"We better not be sharing a room Tilly," He muttered under the weight, "You have too many shoes to speak of."

"Hush now," I replied mockingly "Who would you rather share with, me or Robbie?" I raised an eyebrow at him, and laughed at his expression, before pushing a door open to reveal a decent sized room. "How's this one for you?"

Henry dropped the suitcase and stood up, arching his back before nodding. "Looks decent enough, nice size, you'll have to camp out if I bring a girl home,"

Already unpacking my precious shoes, I turned to laugh at him. "Why on earth would you want to bring a girl to this dump?" I shuddered a little as I looked up to see mould growing a little on the walls.

His hand tapped his chin thoughtfully as he looked around. "Maybe I'll just bring the uglier ones back here," He trailed off, ignoring my look of repulsion as he flew back downstairs to carry some more stuff up. Sometimes I wondered if we really had been born from the same womb. But then I remembered how cruel I was to everyone, not just people I slept with – which compared to Henry were few and far between – so I could see where the similarities lay.

Three hours later, with clothing strewn across the room, because I'd run out of wardrobe space, I decided that we needed to escape. Thankfully, Henry had the same idea.

However it was not the sound of the waves crashing on the shore that had tempted Henry to walk along the beach our first afternoon in Summer Bay, no Henry had been tempted by something entirely different, the dream of half naked women lying lazily along the beach. And somehow, I'd been persuaded into joining him for what he had made out to be a short walk towards the only place decent in this hellhole, the Summer Bay Diner, equipped with everything, from ancient town gossip to old man cranky pants. At least, that's what I'd envisioned from Scott's tales of Colleen and Alf.

But honestly, anything was better than being stuck in that god-forsaken house.

Angry as I was at Henry for misleading and tricking me into joining him, I had to smirk, as eventually, about ten minutes into our trip down the endless coast line, he came up fruitless with his search for his first lover… first victim. He turned and glared at me, before sitting himself down on the sand.

"Oh no." I said to him, shaking my head. "I do not sit. We do not sit. We're going home."

"Aww, come on Tubby," Henry said, ignoring my little gasp of annoyance as he used his childhood nickname for me. "Just for a little while. To see if any babes come."

Huffing, I shook my head, but still took a seat next to him, crossing my arms across my chest in frustration. "The only babe's you'll see are the likes of her," I said, pointing towards an elderly woman who had just arrived on the beach, decked out in a hideous, fluro coloured jumpsuit, complete with head and wristbands in matching colours that burned my eyes.

"Oh god." Henry covered his eyes, as she and a taller man jogged past us. "I'm going to be scarred for life from that." He said, as if he needed to wash his mouth out. "All those jiggly bits," He shuddered, closing his eyes once more, trying to wipe the vision from his mind.

"He, on the other hand" I said, as I watched his tight backside disappear in the distance "was very fine." I said, smiling to myself as I reminded myself of the dark curls that had framed his tanned face, of how his grey wife beater had clung to his body, tight enough for me to glimpse the muscles that were hidden underneath it.

"Not fair." Henry pouted next to be, like the baby he was, interrupting my lustful thoughts. "Five minutes and already you've found the guy of your dreams… I'm the one who was excited to come here," He continued his little sob story "I was the one who was going to find…" He began, before spluttering and pausing completely, before smirking to himself. Following his gaze, I turned to see three teenage girls walking down the beach, laughing to themselves.

"Three Henry?" I had to ask, as he shook his head, laughing a little. "Just her." He said, motioning to the tall, tanned on in the centre. Her arms were wrapped around her two friends, as the red haired one leant up to whisper in her ear, causing all three to laugh hysterically once more. It almost made me miss my friends, but I caught myself before I began a self-pity party… I was not going to fall apart on a public beach in the middle of this crazed town.

"A week, max." Henry stated simply, as he pushed himself off the ground, intent on following the trio to their destination, before making his moves.

"You forget, dear brother." I said, standing up next to him, "That we're not in Kansas any more. And no matter how many times I click my red shoes together and cry 'There's no place like home' we're not going to get back there."

"You're point being?" Henry replied, as he looked in the direction of the girls, making sure he didn't lose sight of them.

"They breed them differently here." I said, ignoring his eye roll. "I'm serious," I said, punching him. "They are small town girls Henry, with high morals. You don't want to go there."

"A woman is a woman is a woman." He stated plainly, beginning to follow them.

"Yeah, right." I muttered under my breath, as I jogged a little, trying to catch up to him.

"And the women of Summer Bay are never going to know what hit them." He continued cockily, as I only shook my head at him.

Yeah, when it was all said and done, some things never did change.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter.