Hey, hope you got the message the other day:) I honestly hate this chapter I messed up so bad.
So, another crap day. Year 7's (age 11-12) are stupid little poops! We are older, therefore, we have more jurisdiction over you! Just because the year 11's are gone, doesn't mean you can take over the place! I mean, I got covered in milk today and milk makes me throw up! (lovely mental image for you there...)
I apologise for my rants on hear but it's a nice way since I don't know you and you don't know me:)
This is based on beckie-abingdon, thank you for making me laugh:)

I hate this chapter. You will find it crap.

I'm sorry, I am a girl. It's so hard to write in the mind of a boy! Any tips, lemme know.
Review and enjoy :)

Olly's POV

I had been looking forward to Friday since I'd asked Nessie over. The amount of courage the question took had to be accumulated over two months. Two months! Any other boy would have been straight in there but her older brothers were so intimidating no one dared. But I knew I would try eventually.

That lunch when the proposition left my lips had been mortifying. I had stuttered so much and I barely paid any attention to what the gorgeous girl said. I probably seemed arrogant. But she did lead me on and it made me hopeful.

On Friday, I raced home after school knowing my Nessie would be over half an hour later. When I got to my humble abide of a home, I raced to my room to change outfits and fix my hair; school had messed up my handsome morning look. Just as I was debating whether to pinch some of my sisters make up for a last minute touch, the door opened then banged loudly indicating its closure. Great. Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.

My sister was home.

My sister was not like the rest of our family, she was much more quiet and much less socialable. All of her spare time was spent in her locked room on the computer. Not even doing normal girl stuff like chatting over the phone to her friends! Come to think if it, I don't think she has any friends...

I decided to go and talk to her to get some 'girl advice'. I walked down the hallway and knocked in the door three times. No answer. "Sis?" Still no answer but I noticed to lock turn.

I placed my hand on the handle and braced myself for anything; however, when I opened the door, my sibling sat at her computer desk and looked expectantly up at me.

"Yes? What do you want?" Her voice was cold and it stung my heart. My twin and I used to be so close but she wasn't the same anymore.

"I have a friend coming over."

"Okay, you always have the boys round." I felt a little offended when she jumped to the conclusion that it was the boys. What? Like I couldn't get a girl?

"No! A girl friend. Not girlfriend! A friend w-who's a girl... I need some advice."

"Who is this girl?" The only girl I ever talk about...

"Renesmee. I think she's in your Algebra? The one from Alaska?"

"No. She's trouble! Don't go near her. Come on, I never beg," It's true. "And I thought she was from Chicago?" That was not reaction I was expecting. Strange.

"I don't know, then..." Why didn't her story make any sense? "Wait, why is she trouble?" Beckie seemed to struggle for her answer.

"I-uh-gut instinct! Now, out!"

Girl still liked her privacy.

As I walked downstairs, all other plans forgotten, I suddenly regretted inviting this mystery girl over to my house. Why did she tell two different people two different stories as to where she was from? This new family was seriously messed up.

I was impatient for answers as I slouched against the front door waiting for my guest. Just when I was sure I couldn't go through with this after that revelation, the doorbell rang.

I instantly spun round and pulled the door towards me. Disregarding my thoughts, my face lit up when her eyes met mine "Hi!"

"Hey, Olly," she seemed incredibly calm considering what she's told me and my sister. Or maybe she didn't realise we were related. "Thanks for inviting me. You're so kind."

"Yeah, I suppose I am," I held my hand out in a gesture saying she could come in. "Do you want something to eat?" Renesmee was quick to respond.

"No. Thank you." She never ate, either. Today I was really curious, and annoyed.

We sat down on the couch and began with mindless chatter to fill the time. As we where talking about her parents, I heard Beckie walk down the stairs; Renesmee heard too and looked expectantly to the back of the house.

"Renesmee, this is my twin, Beckie." This afternoon, I expected anything. The women next to me rose and walked to Beckie holding out her arms.

"Yes, she's in my Algebra. I sit next to you, don't I?"

"Yes," the cold hearted figure began. At least she was being polite. "We do. Nessie." She sneered her name and mine and Nessie's faces' matched with a mask of shock.

"Beckie!" I whined. "I'm so sorry Nessie. My sister doesn't understand how to be nice! Can I talk to you Beckie?"

Renesmee didn't seem too offended "It's okay, Olly. I have many sisters, I know what it's like." Thank gosh she was civil about this.

I dragged my sister into the kitchen and straight away began yelling at her for being rude to my friend.

"Just admit it! You like her, Ol. Anyone can see that; I'm just looking out for you. She's not who she says she is." I'd had enough. Nessie was my friend and would tell me anything! I half ran back to the front room to console Renesmee.

She could see in my eyes I was worried. "It's okay, Olly, seriously. Calm down."

"Yeah, I'll be calm. Nessie, I need to ask you something."

"Hey," she said softly. "You know you can ask me anything." I knew in that moment I was not worthy enough for this kind hearted girl.

"Well, I was talking to Beckie. She's just paranoid because I heard you came from Alaska and she heard you came from Chicago. And both of these theories came from you so I know they can't be rumours so we were confused about he truth and that's fine but you're my friend and I want to know these things, n-not that I'm stalking you or anything I-I just want to understand-"

"Stop," I realised I was rambling on and I hadn't breathed for quite a while. I took my deep breath as she spoke. "It's okay. I understand curiosity and I will tell you anything you want to know..."

"Thank you," I still wanted to know. "So... Why did you tell my sister something different?"

"You see, um so... I moved here from Alaska... but, um, I'm originally from Chicago. So, why doesn't your sister talk much? I didn't even know you were related!"

"Oh, she's just shy. Maybe." I tried to think of a reason but I honestly didn't know why she suddenly became so messed up. I pulled a face and saw Renesmee's contort in confusion. I shook my head at her.

Why did she have to be so focused?

This date had not gone as planned and, inside, I began kicking myself for it. I was not smooth. Just so, I smoothed my hair back.

Nessie would never talk to me again.

I shuddered at the thought.

Like I said, hard to write like a boy.
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Ps. any good unusual names floating in your mind, help a friend out hinthint help me... xx