Chapter 9- Torn Between Two

Annabelle:

"So, where are we going," I asked.

"Somewhere," Mason answered.
I twiddled with my thumbs.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"…How about now?"
"No."
"….Now?"
"No! For the last time we are not there yet!"
"….How about now?"

"NO!"
I saw Castiel rolled his eyes, but chuckled. Lysander looked amused. Rosayla laughed. After I was released from the hospital, Mason said that he was taking me somewhere. He just wouldn't say where yet. Rosayla (who was waiting in the car outside), Lysander, and Castiel joined us to go…right I don't know where we are going. It kind of bugged me because I really wanted to ask Mason or Rosayla who was in the ambulance but- 1. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. 2. I didn't have a chance yet because Casitel and Lysander have been nearby. I knew that for sure that if I asked, I would not ask Lysander or Castiel- 'Hey were you in the ambulance with me because the nurse thought you were my boyfriend and I'm pretty sure that you're the love of my life since you did that.'

Either way, I was just glad that Auntie put clean clothes in that bag and it wasn't an ugly Christmas sweater. Instead, I had on a long-sleeved red turtleneck and black jeans. I liked it. I was sure that the red shirt plus my green hair equaled full holiday spirit.

I felt my thoughts wonder to where Mason might be taking us. He was the one the driving after all. I had asked Rosayla and she refused to tell me. Lysander and Castiel were tight-lipped on it as well. That means that they know and they aren't telling me. No fun at all. Damn.

"So….are we there yet," I asked my twin once again. He groaned,

"Lord help me if you ask that one more time, I will turn this car around!"
"And go back to the hospital," I scoffed. Mason growled,

"Shut up and enjoy that I'm going this for you."

I shrugged.

"…"

Mason narrowed his eyes as he looked at me through the review mirror above the dash. I could tell what he was thinking. Don't say it. I smiled,

"Hey Mason, are we there yet?"
"NO!"

I laughed. Castiel rolled his eyes,
"Could you be any more annoying?"
I could tell he was joking from the amusement in his eyes.

"I could do this," I said as I poked his sides and he jolted.

"Don't do that!"
"Aw," I whined, "Rosayla! Cassie won't let me tickle him!"
"That's not tickling," Rosayla pointed out, "that's just poking him. And he's not ticklish so don't try."
I looked at Lysander,

"What about you?"
He raised an eyebrow and I continued,
"Are you ticklish?"
I poked his sides and he laughed. My eyes widened,
"You are! You are so ticklish!"
He coughed nervously as I stopped poking him. His face was slightly pink. Castiel glared at Lysander. I stopped messing around. I couldn't help it though. I was about half convinced that the medicine the doctor gave me made me a bit loopy. I was also really bored.
"Mason," I whined, "Are we there yet?"
"Yes."
I blinked in shock. Then I sat up straighter in the seat.

"Really?"
"Yes," he answered as he stopped his car. Well, actually it wasn't his car. It was Auntie's- who called me and told me to be home by eight.

"Where are we," I asked.
"Find out yourself," Castiel smirked as he got out of the car. He reached back and held out a hand. I stared.
"Well," he snapped. I took his hand and he helped me out of the car. He huffed and I stared at where we were- a winter festival and it was epic. I loved winter festivals and I was pretty sure that my eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of all of it.

"Wow," I breathed, "This is…awesome."
Mason had parked right outside the park- which was covered in snow. I shivered, just when did it snow? It's not a lot. Must've been last night I guess. Outside a park was a large sign that said Winter Festival- December 20- December 27. I bit my lip in excitement, first day it's opened!

I dragged Lysander, Castiel, and Rosayla with me as I ran to the park. Mason followed laughing,

"I guess you like it!"
"I love it," I shouted happily.

Lysander looked at me amused and so did Castiel.
"You're in a good mood, princess," Castiel pointed out.

"'Course I am. This is awesome!"
I shouted it and a few people stared, laughed, and then continued walking. There were booths set up throughout the whole park to buy things- sweaters, mugs, fresh hot chocolate, eggnog, hot fresh muffins, snow ice cream/milk shakes (made from fresh snow). There were games- a snowball fight set up like a paintball game, and a few others that I wasn't sure what they were. There was contests- snowmen contests, ice sculpting contest (is it really that cold? Apparently.), ice skating contest, and more. It was awesome. There was ice skating- normal ice skating (not a contest)- on the frozen lake. Kids were everywhere having snowball fights. It was epic. I loved winter.

I had a stupid smile on my face as we all walked around. Eventually, Mason split to go on a date with Alexy. Rosayla left to go on a date with Leigh. That left me with Lysander and Castiel- the two guys that I liked and one of which was my soul mate. Just flippin' fantastic.

It didn't take long for Lysander and Castiel to practically fight about where to go with me.
"Whoa," I said, "look, how about- Lys, you can go get hot chocolate for all of us as Castiel and I go ice skating and then when you get back, all three of us can figure something out?"

Lysander narrowed his eyes, but then nodded stiffly. As soon as he was gone, Castiel was dragging me in the oppisite direction of Lysander and towards the frozen lake.

"Ow," I muttered- his grip was killer on my wrist. His eyes widened and he left go.
"Sorry," he mumbled.

We finally got to the lake and rented some skates at the stand. To my embarrassment, I had some issues with my tying my skates and Castiel knelt down to tie them.

"If you call me Cinderella," I growled, "I will sock you."
Castiel laughed,
"Well, I'm done tying them, Sleeping Beauty."

I raised an eyebrow,
"Sleeping Beauty," I scoffed.

"According to your brother, you can sleep for days," Castiel smirked.
"Yeah well I'm not that one that decided to take a not-really-needed beauty sleep on my chest," I snapped.

Castiel blushed for a second and then smirked,
"Not-really-needed huh?"
"Shut up," I grumbled, "Let's skate."

I grabbed his wrist and carefully dragged him to the ice. As soon as we were one, however, he fell. I laughed and helped him back up,
"Not as easy as it looks, hotshot," I laughed.

He grumbled and I helped him learn to skate. In two minutes, he was skating normally. I used that word loosely though. By normally, I really meant that he wasn't falling on his butt anymore and he was still holding onto my arm.

"How can you do this," he growled, "this is shit."
"It's fun," I laughed, "and you're just mad because you are being a girl right now."
"Not a girl," he growled.

"Are too," I argued, "usually it's the girl holding onto the boy's arm."
"A girl isn't brave enough to make the first move," he snapped back as he straightened up and looked at me. I looked at him confused,
"What do you mean?"
He didn't answer. Well he did- but not in words. Instead, he kissed me. I felt my eyes widened in shock as his lips crashed with mine. He tasted like cigarettes and I was sure that I did too- even if I wasn't smoking as much as I used to. It was rough and passionate. He finally parted from me and I absently touched my finger to my lips.

Castiel smirked,

"You're a good kissed," he winked.

I didn't have a reply since it was then that we spotted Lysander waiting on the edge of the frozen lake- he was carefully holding three cups of hot chocolate. He didn't look that happy. Castiel and I went off the ice and took off the skates in exchange for our normal shoes. Lysander was right beside us. The second I had normal shoes on, he handed me the hot chocolates.
"Please, hold these," he said politely but I could tell he was mad.

Lysander was mad…and that scared me. He was scary when he was mad. His eyes screamed murder and…heartbreak? All I could do was hold the hot chocolates as Lysander went to Castiel. Without a word a single word, he punched him. I dropped the hot chocolates in shock.

"Lysander," I whispered.

Lysander didn't seem fazed,

"Consider the friendship ended. I am not afraid to fight for her affection."
"Damn it Lys," Castiel cursed, "it's just a girl."
I glared at him but before I could say something, Lysander continued,
"No Castiel. This is Annabelle. She is a wonderful female, she is, by no means, an it."
"I didn't mean it like that," Castiel grumbled, "She's great! She really is. She's beautiful. She's tough."
"She's soft," Lysander put in, "but we both like her. No, love her perhaps. For that reason, you can consider this friendship on hold before it's sorted."
Lysander turned to me as I stood there frozen. He gave me a peck on my cheek.

"I apologize for upsetting you, Annabelle. But I do hope you return my feelings."
Lysander left and I turned to Castiel.
"Are you alright," I asked concerned, "Castiel?"
"I'm fine," he snapped and then he looked at me. We were pretty close together since I was looking at his black eye. He grumbled and turned away.

"Talk to you later," he mumbled as he left without another word.
I couldn't help but stand there- a bit numb and frozen. Both of them like me…this just makes it harder.

"What the hell just happened," someone nearby shouted and a few people murmured.
"…I have no idea."

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By the time I got home, I was in tears. Auntie was at work- thankfully. Mason…was probably still at the park on his date with Alexy. Rosayla was probably still on her date with Leigh. I was glad to spend some time alone though. I was…upset to say the least. Lysander and Castiel…both of them kissed me. Both of them confessed to me. Both of them were there when my watch went off. But who is it? Seriously, for once- I want the watch to be on my wrist again and tell me.

I felt a few tears go down my face. It was the first time that I cried so much- except at the funeral and when my heart first got broken…though I wished I could go back in time and get my heartbroken all over again- even if it meant losing the guy I loved (at the time) and the guy I first had sex with. I changed into pajamas as I wiped at my eyes. I then ran to the kitchen, grabbed some food that I would need, and then locked myself in my room.

I grabbed my notebook and started to write.

Torn Between Two:

Torn between two,

I'm at a loss at what to do.

Liking two dudes,

Ain't what it seems,

Especially when one,

Could be your soul mate.

But one wrong move,

He's gone forever.

I'm at a loss what to do.
If you were me,

Which guy would you choose?

I felt a little better after writing my somewhat crappy poem. I heard a knock on my door.

"Sissy? You okay?"

I quickly wiped away any of my tears and ran to my bathroom. I splashed some water on my face, brushed my hair, and sat on my bed just as my door burst opened.

"You can't hide from me," Mason reminded me as he sat on my bed, "Now…what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I denied.
"Like hell there's nothing wrong," Mason scoffed, "Annabelle…you're my twin. Yeah, we get on each other's nerves…but I am hear for you, you know that right?"

I nodded. Mason sighed,
"Annabelle, I know there's something wrong."
"How," I whispered.
"One- your hair is too neat. You usually have it in a messy bun at home. Two- you're in your 'I don't care pajamas'," I looked down at my sweats and messy t-shirt as he continued, "You only wear those when you are going through something. Three- You only eat Oreos if your in a bad mood."

I blinked away some more tears, as I looked at my brother shocked. He chuckled,
"Yeah, I notice. You're my twin, you dummy," he ruffled my hair, "I'll be right back."

He was gone for about a minute before he came back. When he came back, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the living room.

"Since the TV's in here," he explained. He didn't explain any further as he sat me down on the couch. I looked around and noticed that on the coffee table was a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, a box of Oreos, a two-liter of Dr. Pepper (my favorite drink which I had been saving), and a tissue box. Mason played around with buttons on the remote and soon the DVD player screen came up on the TV.

"I put in Major League," he explained and then turned down the volume, "now while the previews and stuff is playing…Tell me what's wrong?"

It was at that moment that I realized that Mason and I were closer than I thought. He's my twin, my brother.

"Castiel and Lysander fought over me," I whispered and he nodded,
"And? Do you not know which one?"
"Mason…the watch went off before I fainted- you know that, and…both of them were there and…I just…" I sniffled, "I don't know! I don't know who it is!"
"What happened with the fight," Mason asked.

"Castiel kissed me. Lysander punched him. And then they both left me at the park without much left to say," I sniffled.

"Those bastards," Mason swore, "I can't believe they left you there!"

I felt a few tears go down my face. Mason held me close,
"Shh don't cry, sissy…it'll be okay…is there anything else you need? Want to talk about?"

My mind went a million thoughts a minute. Castiel kissed me. Lysander kissed my cheek. Both of them clearly likely me. The watch went off around both of them. The ambulance though…Maybe that can help?

"Mason…remember how you owed me, I'm cashing in…. Who was in the ambulance with me?"

Mason looked confused and then he told me. My eyes widened.