Painted Ivy and Wax Hearts

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A/N: Well hello there my wonderful readers. So it's another late update but we've finally gotten to the resolution, not sure if you guys are going to like where this goes, but it's important. Trust me. As always don't forget to leave a review and I'll try to up date next week!

Chapter 17

Bo was fucking livid.

There were no other words to describe what he was feeling right now.

Except, maybe, completely and utterly betrayed.

Months.

Vincent had been fucking Charlie for months.

And she thought Bo was the mistake.

Normally it was Vincent in this position. In fact, no girl had ever picked Vincent over him before. They always wanted him, or you know, Bo got to them first. He didn't really give some of the victims of their town the choice, though. He just got first crack at them and Vincent could have the sloppy seconds.

But Charlie had picked Vincent.

She had picked Vincent long before she agreed to that date with Bo, and that… that hurt him. It hurt him a lot.

Once Charlie had kicked them out of her room Vincent had gone into his lab, and Bo went to town to tinker in his garage.

But so far he was just staring at the car he had been working on, staring down into it's gutted engine compartment, his mind still reeling.

Charlie had fucking picked Vincent.

God he was just… fucking livid.

His mind must have gone in circles for hours when Vincent showed up in the shop. Bo hated it when Vincent came into town, anyone could show up, at any time, and having Vincent and his creepy mask face around would not be good.

So it had to have been one hell of an emergency for him to have come down here, especially after that argument they had had that morning.

"What do you want?" Bo growled as his brother came to stand beside him.

"We have a problem."

"Oh?" Bo asked, not sure what his brother could be upset about right now, especially since, for the first time, he had won the girl. "And that's my problem now?"

"Okay I don't need the attitude, Bo…"

"Really? Well, I'm sorry, I think I'm allowed to be a little upset that you and Charlie have been lying to me for four months!"

"Seriously, Bo, you're just jealous…"

Well no shit. Course he was and he was just so unfamiliar with this emotion… in fact… he hadn't felt like this since their mom had died. But he didn't want Vincent to know that, though apparently he had made it quite obvious.

"Well she had pretty good sex last night, Vincent, so I don't know how jealous you expect me to be when I'm clearly the better fuck."

Vincent glared at him and Bo waited for some sort of reaction from him, other than just silent disapproval. Like Bo was acting childish.

Seriously, it was usually Vincent in this position, not him. He didn't like that he was now in Vincent's shoes. He wanted things to go back to normal. Where he had all the power, not Charlie. And girls picked him, not Vincent.

"If you would just listen to me…"

"No, I don't have to listen to you, and quite frankly after what you did…"

"She's going to leave Bo!"

Bo had been fiddling with the spark plugs, trying to pretend that he didn't care, though he very much did. But then Vincent interrupted him with that declaration and suddenly he didn't care about pretending.

He straightened and gave his brother his undivided attention. "What are you talking about?"

"Charlie. I just talked to her. She feels like she fucked us up and she's going to leave."

Oh, of course Charlie talked to Vincent first. Of fucking course.

Fucking livid!

Bo shook his head. "And she told you and not me? You know what why I am surprised and why do you care?"

"Cause I don't want her to leave."

Course he didn't want her to leave. Of course, because this was the first girl to like him, to not pick Bo first. He was clearly desperate to keep her here, but maybe Bo didn't care. Maybe he wanted her to leave.

Bo turned back to the engine and started tinkering again to come off aloof and like he didn't care. He didn't want to care. If she wanted to leave, let her.

"Kind of sounds like she made up her mind."

"So you don't care if she leaves?"

Oh he did. He really fucking did. He wasn't going to let her leave. He'd call Lester first, let him grab her, go and rescue her from him again, win some more brownie points, maybe that would help sway her over to his side.

"Not really, Vincent."

"Ok Great!" Vincent cried. Bo looked up to him because why was that good? "So, you don't care anymore, right? That means we're not fighting over her and she can stay. With me."

At that Bo straightened and turned back to his brother. "Excuse me?"

"Well, you just said you don't care," Vincent said. "That means you won't be arguing with me on who gets her. So, there we go. Problem solved. You bow out and I get Charlie."

"I bow out?" Bo echoed. "Me? Me bow out?"

"Well, you just said…"

"You are out of your fucking mind," Bo snapped. "Of course I don't want her to leave, I'm obviously fucking pissed with the both of you."

"Why would you lie about that?" Vincent cried throwing his hands up in frustration. He then paused and set a glare on his brother. Bo might not have been able to see it but he could feel it radiating out from behind that mask of his. "So what do we do then?"

"Obviously I want her to myself, Vincent," Bo snarled. "I want her and if you think I won't fight you for her you're fucking crazy."

"That's the goddamn problem Bo!" Vincent snapped. "We're going to keep arguing and she's going to leave! Then neither of us get what we want!"

Bo stared at his brother. Dear lord, Vincent was right. God. What had his world come to? It was like he stumbled into an alternate reality or it was opposite or backwards day.

Still there was an easy to fix to this.

"So… so we make her choose."

Vincent crossed his arms over his chest. "And if she doesn't pick you?"

The fact that Bo actually worried that that would be a possibility was both pathetic and shocking. He, however, was not going to show his brother he was shook up by this.

"Doesn't pick me?" Bo echoed and then he frowned. "What the hell did you and her talk about?"

Vincent hit him with a smug smile. "About the differences between you and I mostly. Her feelings for me are like… like… ivy… and you're just fireworks."

"Okay but fireworks are the good thing with romance, Vincent," he snarled and then thought about it.

This was a real problem.

They wanted the same girl. Making her choose would most likely cause some kind of argument, Bo knew that he'd go down swinging if she actually picked Vincent, he didn't know what Vincent would do if she picked Bo, but he figured there'd be some kind of fight. Usually he'd just sulk and try to make them both feel guilty about her choice, but now that Charlie had been boosting his confidence there was a good chance he'd actually fight him.

"What if… what if we share?" Vincent asked.

It was a good idea actually, Bo was a little annoyed that he hadn't been the one to come up with it. But that was because he wasn't sure if he could handle sharing her. Especially since he hadn't had to share in a long time.

"And how would that work?"

"Me and You nights, no talking about it, no arguing about who she likes better. I get my time, you get your time and you don't throw a fit if she wants to spend more time with me than you."

God his confidence was cracking, because Charlie just might want to spend more time with Vincent instead of him. But again, he was not going to show his brother that.

"She finally has me as an option, guaranteed she's going to spend more time with me so…"

"Kay, see shit like that," Vincent snapped. "No shit like that."

"You started it!" Bo cried but Vincent just scowled at him so he huffed. "Fine but you have failed to see the problem with your plan."

"And what's that?"

"Charlie's whole she doesn't belong to us lecture," he reminded him. "She's not going to agree to that plan."

"So we propose it and let her tailor it to her needs," Vincent said and Bo huffed.

He didn't want to share. He wanted Charlie to himself, but if the only other option was her leaving… then this was going to have to be what he did.

God, what had his life become?

-HOW-

Charlie was almost done packing.

The only reason it was taking her so long was because she didn't have a suitcase, firstly. She stole a duffle bag out of Bo's room. She felt no remorse about it either. And secondly, she wasn't sure what to pack.

There were things she 100 percent wanted to keep. The little fairy that Vincent had made her, the grey dress, but the rest… the rest was things that Bo bought her and she didn't want to take them and always remember how she owed him.

But she had settled it up, decided to pack whatever she wanted, which included one of Bo's flannels because it was just so comfortable, and a few other things she liked, like her shoes and her necessities. She was almost finished getting everything to fit into that duffle bag when Bo walked into her room.

She turned to him as he stopped just shy of her. His eyes fell to the bag on her bed that was almost full and then he turned to her.

She knew right away why he was in there and who had tipped him off.

"Aw…. Come on…" she cried. "Vincent!"

Normally he'd come running but this time he didn't. Great, so he was going to let Bo do whatever it was he was going to do to her.

The traitor.

"So, planning on leaving before telling me huh? And taking my favourite duffle bag with you too."

"Yep," she said. "Figured you'd do something to stop me if I told you."

Bo nodded. "Yeah…"

"Like hitting me, or choking me out," she growled. "You seem to really like doing that."

"I'm sorry, I should not have… uhm… rushed you this morning… I just… I was angry… uhm… but uh… Vincent and I… were hoping that… before you leave… you'd talk to us? Together?"

Charlie stopped packing and pinned a narrowed glare onto him. "Why? What are you…" she then backed away. "What you're going to kill me and turn me to wax? Hmm? Is that it?"

"No!" Bo snapped. "God, we just want to talk to you."

"Nope. No. I don't trust it," Charlie said with a shake of her head. "The last time we had an argument like this you told me you'd kill me if I were to try to leave."

"God, Charlie, I didn't mean it. It was a bluff. We just wanted to scare you into staying," Bo cried. "For the love of god, I haven't hurt you since you agreed to stay, now have I?"

How convenient.

"You tried to strangle me this morning."

"Okay outside of this morning."

Charlie continued to glare at him and then shouted: "VINCENET! Come here!"

Bo stood there, arms crossed over his chest until Vincent appeared in the door way. Vincent took in Charlie's glare and then turned to Bo. "I told you she wouldn't trust you."

"I don't know why I trusted you!" she cried. "You told Bo about me leaving? Why would you do that?"

"Well, I don't want you to leave, and I thought if I talked to him and calmed him down, we could find a way to make you happy and have you stay. And Bo and I came up with a plan."

"Really? Like the if you wanna leave we're gonna kill you plan you two had a couple of months ago?" Charlie asked and Vincent shook his head.

"No, like a please stay we came up with a compromise kind of plan."

Charlie glared at the two men in front of her. Historically she trusted Vincent more than she trusted Bo. She was already leaning towards trusting Vincent he so rarely lied to her. He hid things by not telling her about them, but he didn't flat out lie to her.

He also hadn't attacked her once. She could not say the same about Bo.

"So will you come? Downstairs I mean? So we can talk? Talk about the plan? Please Charlie?"

Charlie stared at Vincent and then turned to Bo. "Not going to add any threats?"

"No, because I, too, want you to come downstairs."

Charlie sighed. "Fine, but if y'all kill me and turn me to wax, I swear I will haunt you. For the rest of your lives. Fucking poltergeist the shit out of this house. I swear."

She pushed past the two of them and headed to the stairs and then down them. When she got to the kitchen there was a vase with flowers sitting on the table. Odd, usually she picked flowers for the vase, she hadn't gone out to get more recently.

She skirted around the table into the kitchen where she went and got one of the cleavers and then headed back to the table. At that point Vincent and Bo were both down there with her.

"A knife? Really?" Bo asked.

"Yes!" she cried. "In case either of you make a move."

"You think you can take out both of us."

"No but I might kill one of you, and I'd be fine with that," she said primly as she took her seat. Vincent sat down across from her while Bo just stared at her.

He clearly didn't like what she had said, probably because he knew that the one she'd aim to kill was him. She didn't want to say it, but if she could just get Vincent out from under Bo's control, he'd be perfect.

Her eyes fell to the flowers and then Bo cleared his throat. Lord, no he hadn't gotten her flowers.

"I got these for you… as an apology… and uhm… if you want… next time I go to town for supplies you can uhm… come with me…"

"This looks an awful lot like love bombing, Bo," she said dryly. "Abusive partners do that when they know they've fucked up."

"Okay you know what, what the hell is your problem? Why are you being such a bitch? This is not my fault!"

"Not your fault?" she echoed.

"You could have just not fucked me, Charlie."

He was right of course, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right, right now.

"Or, how about this, you could have just not told Vincent! Why did that even come up?"

"He told me that you two slept together and that as the two of you would be entering into a relationship, I had to stop being friends with you."

"Relationship?" Charlie echoed and then turned a glare to the Sinclair brother who was avoiding her eyes. "It was just sex Bo. Where did relationship come from?"

Bo was going a red color that usually meant that he was going to snap, but she also realized that Bo had assumed that the two of them were officially dating now, just like Vincent had. My god you could really tell that these boys were twins.

And she really needed to work on her communication skills. She never shut up, you'd think she'd be better at it.

She needed off of this topic though, because she could tell he was embarrassed about being so wrong. So, she started a completely different argument.

"You really just threw it in is face?" Charlie cried and Bo sighed. "Just, Morning Vincent, I fucked Charlie back off, no more friendship for you. What kind of fucking brother does that?"

"I just… you spent an unnatural amount of time with him and you guys were always cuddling and… you know I don't know how I didn't put two and two together before this."

Charlie just rolled her eyes. "That's because you think no one could like Vincent's face," she growled and Bo nodded.

"It's true," he said while Vincent just glared at him.

"Right. Look, obviously you're right, I just… I just shouldn't have fucked you. I knew this would explode if this happened. I guess I was just hoping since I had a secret thing with Vincent I could keep you on the downlow too, and that was just…"

"A really shit idea?" Bo asked.

"Yeah, it exploded in my face," Charlie said. "But, as I mentioned to Vincent earlier, I've been having… I guess… confusing feelings. Cause like… I really like Vincent, but then you saved me… like three times at this point… and… god… this is fucked up…."

"We came up with a compromise," Vincent said interrupting her spiral. That got her attention. "A… a triangle."

"A triangle?" she echoed. "Like a love triangle? Those never work in fiction how the hell are they going to work here? Specially when the both of you are punch happy!"

"Easy, we don't talk about it. We have designated nights for me and ones for Vincent," Bo said and her eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, don't really like the idea of being passed around the ceremonial pipe boys."

"What he means is it would be your choice," Vincent clarified shooting Bo a glare. "You get to chose, but it also has to be fair or we'll probably get in a fight."

"So like, if I go on a date with Vincent I have to go on one with you?" she asked and Bo nodded. She then focused in on Bo. "And you fucking agreed to this? Cause you're the one with the sharing problem."

"Me? He kept your relationship a secret for four months because he was convinced I'd steal you from him," Bo snapped.

"And would you have?" Charlie asked.

Bo's silence and lowered eyes answered that question.

"And besides what we had has been a secret longer than four months," Vincent added and Charlie internally groaned. God she hadn't wanted to admit that to Bo.

"What the hell does that mean?" Bo cried.

She could have easily let Vincent explain this, but Bo was already angry and this was going to make things worse. So she might as well admit to it to get ahead of the situation.

"The sleeping together started four months ago, I started making out with Vincent long before that."

Bo's mouth dropped in shock and then turned a glare to Vincent. "How, fucking long…"

"Like a month into staying here," Charlie said and Vincent winced under his brother's glare.

"Unbelievable. You two are so fucking unbelievable. I knew something was going on with you two… I knew it!"

"Look," Charlie said interrupting what would probably be another fight. "I like you both. I like you both for different reasons, Bo I'm pretty sure that this is like a Rescue Romance, transference thing." Bo was glaring at her again and she winced. "But I mean, I might be wrong, you do have some redeemable qualities…"

"So you want to do this? Is that what you're saying?" Bo asked dryly.

"I mean… I'd like to but… you know… I unno if you guys can handle it."

"I can handle it," Vincent said right away because of course he would. That meant all of this hinged on Bo and his cooperation.

He growled mostly to himself and then let out one heavy frustrated sigh.

"Fine, but I have like almost a year to make up for so I should be getting first dibs," he snapped. "And no more sleep overs between you two until I've caught up."

"Uh… no, I will decided when and who I sleep over with," she snapped. "But I suppose giving you first dibs wouldn't be so bad." She then glanced to Vincent and said: "He has a point, you having a head start I mean."

Vincent just shrugged and then between the three of them they ironed out the rest of the kinks.

And then they officially entered a love triangle that no one was really comfortable being in.