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Better Left Unsaid
Chapter 8
- Reciprocal -
"Its alright." He soothed.
"No its not!"
He sighed. "Yes it is."
"No it isn't! Now I have no one to go with! Everyone including my friends already found themselves partners! All of them except me!"
"I reason you don't want to go alone or with Billy for that matter?"
"Y-Yes, I don't want to look an idiot in front of every one, plus, they'll laugh at me if I go with Billy." She mumbled wetly into his chest. "What am I going to do now? The Ball is tomorrow and I have no one to go with."
"You're forgetting you have a last option."
"What do you mean?"
He sighed. "I can go with you."
"No you can't Max."
"Yes I can."
"How? You're a senior, and seniors aren't allowed because it's a 'Junior' ball."
"Are you questioning my intelligence?"
She looked up at him all teary eyed. "What does your smarts have anything to do with this?"
He redirected her question with his own inquiry. "Tell me, why do you want to go with David McHale so badly?"
She looked to the side. "For one, he's the most popular boy at school… he has great hair," she sighed wiping away the drying tears. "… on top of that he's the cutest boy I've ever met."
"Yet he turned you down."
"Unfortunately."
"Well, I know of a certain someone who has perfect hair – good looks – and is willing to go with you." He informed simply.
"You do?"
"Uh-huh."
"Who?"
"You're looking at him."
Nora blinked. Having not thought of it or having mentally warded herself of Max being tenaciously handsome despite him being her older brother.
"H-How? You're too old - I mean you're a teenager." She corrected herself.
"It's a surprise that'll have to wait for tomorrow."
"A surprise?"
"Yes. And a pretty big one."
She contemplated. "I don't know… maybe I should just stay home."
"You aren't going to stay home Nora, you and I will be going to that Ball tomorrow so I think you better get yourself to mom's room and demand for a pretty new dress, matching shoes and a complimentary bow to compliment your entire look."
"But-"
"-Do you trust me?"
"I do." she whispered.
"Then stop worrying. Indecisiveness isn't healthy for someone of your age."
"Alright." she relented fleeting to her mother's room, before she backtracked into his chest. "I love you Max."
"So do I." he replied softly.
- Line Break -
"Max."
He grunted a stab into her heart.
"C-Can I talk to you?"
"I'm listening."
"I wanted to apologize for-"
"Apologize? For what?"
"The things I said to you in my room last week."
"Oh that. I'm perfectly fine with what you told me."
"No, you don't understand." She pressed. "I clearly didn't have the right to-"
"Are you here to apologize or are you trying to make yourself feel better off of relinquished guilt?"
Her eyebrows lurched and from his question knew she had to condense everything she was about to say in the most simplest of terms and just come out with it.
She swallowed and started where she knew he'd further the indignation of her disorientated feelings.
"D-Do you love me?"
"Of course I do." He answered immediately. Phoebe felt something until he nailed down the rest of his response. "… you're my sister. It goes without question."
She frowned. Disappointed. That's not the response she was expecting from him. But didn't let his answer quench her sudden boost of confidence and hope.
"Then, why are you avoiding me?"
"Because you told me to."
"I told you to avoid me?"
He nodded. "You told me we should take a break from one another. I thought the best possible solution to that, was to abstain from interacting with you."
She winced and remembered when she told him – it was uncalled for since a part of her wanted to return whatever he felt for her.
"I was - wrong."
He sighed and sagged his shoulders before finally turning to her. "No, you weren't."
Phoebe curved his entire face into her mind. Which transversed into a stare – a risen eyebrow – which had her clearing her throat and looking away in embarrassment.
"You took the initiative and did what you thought was right. I don't see the point of you apologizing."
She tucked strands of hair behind her ear. "I feel like I need to."
"Why?"
"I feel, as if you hate me now."
"I don't hate you. I'll never harbor ill intent towards you Phoebe. Why would you think that?"
"I don't know… ever since that day, you started calling me by my name. And you dismiss every time I try and talk to you so offhandedly."
"I was doing what you told me."
That made her look up.
"You mentioned about the destabilizing of relationships if I remember correctly and shaming our family name. So what if I have feelings for you? It doesn't mean its mandatory to return what I feel for you – in retrospect, what you did was probably for the best. I hold nothing against you."
Phoebe knew this new Max was one who reiterated things so perfectly – yet impeccably so, that you'd find yourself lost in trying to uphold your end of a conversation or prodding. Meaning it was useless trying to forcefully adhere him to what you're getting him to understand.
"What if…"
"What if what?"
Phoebe stood up and stepped in front of him. "What if I was to say I didn't want that?"
He regarded her very carefully. "Phoebe…"
She didn't respond, instead her glassy eyes managed to reflect the very thing he yearned. "What if I wanted something else?"
"Like what?"
"This."
The lair lounged into silence as Max internally chastised himself for letting his guard down. He's able to intercept and block a fast attack point blank from a literal human tank, yet fail to anticipate his twin's moves into crashing her lips against his.
Unable to fend off what the rest of his mind was forcing him to relent to, he kissed her back without near abandon.
She tugged her forefinger on his pinkie and threaded them together. Smiling into their kiss once she felt the warmth emitting from his finger.
"You can't do this… Phoebe." He released, nearly panting. "I think its best you leave."
"What?"
"I think you have to leave."
"Why?"
"Because I can't stand here and not want to touch you. I'm literally holding myself back here."
That… surprised her. The thought and feeling of being a primal attraction to him unknowingly excited her.
"What's wrong? You weren't hesitant the last time we kissed."
He weighed judgement with his eyes – a godly intensity set on her.
"A kiss which you initiated."
"Which you not only sustained but prolonged." She retorted.
He groaned. "Phoebe, please just leave."
"Do you really want me to?" she asked carefully. "Because I will if that's what you really want."
He turned away from her. "You don't understand. Something is wrong with me."
"What do you mean?"
"My mind and body aren't in coalition as they are supposed to be."
"I don't understand."
"As I stand here, my body wants to touch you - wants to display affection towards you in any manner possible," he paused. "..yet my mind reminds me of the consequences of giving into tempt. You said it will shame our family, and I stand behind you on that."
"Max, forget what I said."
"A part of me wants me to, really. But the other is heavily contradicting. I know not what to do anymore."
She tugged on his hand making him turn to face her and hesitantly cupped his smooth jaw. "Look," she started, peering into eyes. "… you love me right?"
"Yes."
"And the other part of you doesn't?"
"They both do. Its just… the other part deems it wrong."
"I know what's causing your indecisiveness." At his quizzical expression, she pressed a finger to his chest. "You're not letting your heart decide for you."
"What?"
"Love, is a matter of the heart Max. Without it, you're merely swaying yourself with contradictory."
He regarded her. "That… does sound to make sense."
"It is supposed to."
Max noticed the proximity of their faces and adjusted his veiled will and stepped around her. "Thank you Phoebe."
She frowned. "See, you're doing it again." She pointed out.
He rose an eyebrow. "Doing what?"
"You're dismissing me again."
He sighed. "What was your intended gain when you came down here again?"
"I came to tell you I feel the same way too."
"You can't feel the same way. That's what we're trying to prohibit from happening, hence our agreement last-"
"-Of which I told you to forget yet to which you're staunchly set on as an excuse to not give an answer as to what you're going to do about what I now feel for you in return."
Caught in a spench, Max offered. "What do you suggest we do? Because I'm all against this."
"I suggest we let it play out by itself and see where it gets us."
"That's illogical."
"If it is, then do something logical about it."
She was making this difficult. "How about we each find relationships based on true emotion to lest what we feel for one another?"
It seemed viable, but the picture it made out of him - happily and lovingly fraternizing with Madeline Dobber didn't sit well with her.
"No."
"Why not?"
"It wouldn't be fair, considering you don't have the leash around what you feel for me, that in a sense itself is like cheating, it won't be based on what you really feel since I happen to be the one you solely want." she reasoned with giddiness at the last part.
He rose a perfect dark brow aligned with his rising confusion. "I'm started to get the idea you don't-"
"That's right. I don't want… I don't want to see you with someone else." Phoebe confessed. "I'm really all for you."
"And you came to learn of this in what, a day?"
"I needed clearance Max. And I wouldn't have kissed you back had I not considered your feelings in the first place. Its all I've been thinking of."
"The irony here seems farfetched."
"What?"
"Nothing." he sighed. "Seriously though, give that thought a chance, I want to try something with Madeline, if it doesn't work-"
"You don't seem to get it Max."
"I don't?"
"Yes you don't. You're trying to avoid the enivatible. We won't be able to avoid it forever Max. I just know it. The more we try to further ourselves from it, the larger the yearn grows bringing us right back to where we started."
Max blanked his stare. "Isn't that Lover's Plee?"
She momentarily sided her gaze. "Its catchy." she mumbled in reference to the romance novel.
"I get what you're trying to say Phoebe-"
He was smothered – with her mouth soundly clasping all over his.
She retracted momentarily, her half lidded eyes soaking the emotion running all over his face, feeling complacent at what she saw and used that as ammunition to go further.
But was surprised when his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her against his body into a kiss so hard it would leave the imprint of a bruise.
She had no time to prepare for his carnal instincts to immediately surface without her heed as he relentlessly worked on her lips to the point her lungs nearly gave out.
Dizziness framing her as he broke the kiss, leaving her a panting mess.
Sights hovering above, she met his eyes.
"That's… what I meant, the desire... too much." he let out.
She palmed his cheek. "Its alright. I'm fine with it."
"You are?" he asked, sporting the most charmed quizzical expression Phoebe never thought possible anyone including him could pull off.
She initiated another kiss to prove her point.
Surprising him again.
Her waist already in his gentle grasp as he lifted her on the bench behind her, steaming their make out further more.
The sudden movement on her part made her tongue slip into his mouth and allowed a direct moan over the feeling of meeting his.
Before she knew it her arms were already on his biceps, feeling the firmness of powerful muscles and strength, coated by the smooth light skin. She tugged, already in ecstasy at the fact he was entirely hovering over her.
She felt warm air invade her lungs when her eyes soaked in the dark ceiling of his lair and the flesh on her neck felt the vacuum of his lips against the slight meander of her collar bone.
Phoebe was drunk - of Max.
Proved when she involuntarily and unceremoniously opened her legs, not that mindful of her revealing skirt as Max allowed himself between her legs which firmly wrapped around his waist.
A teasing thrill ran through her as she writhed against his frame. Lips finding one another again, Phoebe felt incredibly flushed, her system alarming her of excess pleasure she was enduring deeming their daunt iconic and everything around them not.
"Kids?"
The same system that would have warned her of the audience a small staircase away if she wasn't so intoxicated of her twin brother.
- Chapter End -