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Chapter 5

Phoebe POV

I was the first one to open my eyes. The sun was just peaking over the horizon casting an orange glow in my eyes. I was warm, much warmer than normal though, but if felt nice and relaxing. I closed my eyes again, but it took my sleepy mind thirty seconds to realise the warmth was coming from someone pressing against my back and not the actual covers of the bed. I didn't want to open my eyes, not for one second. If this is a dream, I better wake up fast because this is starting to feel uncomfortable. There was an arm wrapped around my waist and warm breathing on my neck.

"Not again," I whispered as I opened my eyes, revealing the hotel room. The bed was quite messy and the covers was on the floor next to me. I slowly looked down to the arm that was wrapped around my waist.

"Yup, there it is. It happened again," I sigh. Luckily I wasn't drunk this time and I had known I asked Max to keep me warm, but I didn't mean all night though. Maybe I wasn't clear enough to Max. This is my own fault, god dammit Phoebe! I tried to unwrap myself from Max's grip, but his grip around me was strong. So I decided to levitate his arm off me. But just when I was halfway there, Max opened his eyes.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he mumbled as his eyes slowly opened revealing his dark brown eyes. I arched an eyebrow looking him straight in the eyes.

"Can you please unwrap yourself?" I asked twitching my lip downwards.

"Why?" he asked flatly.

"Because… uhm I need to go… to go to the bathroom," I stammered out glancing at the bathroom door.

"You can hold it," he grinned which made me roll my eyes.

"Max!"

"Fine, you can go to the bathroom, but you're coming back right?" he asked with hope in his eyes as he released me from his grip.

"Nope," I said as I popped the P and swung my legs off the bed. I walked to the bathroom as Max was watching my every move, I walked as fast as possible just to get out of the room and into the bathroom avoiding eye contact. I was afraid that he would want me to get back in bed to cuddle and I just needed to avoid that right now.

"Thank God," I whisper to myself letting out a sigh of relieve as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I walked to the mirror looking at my messy hair. I decided to take a shower, luckily I did pack some extra clothes for myself even though I didn't know we were staying for the night at the hotel.

I locked the bathroom door, just to make sure Max won't sneak in and see me naked. I took off my clothes, throwing it to the ground. I hopped in the shower twisting the cold water tap. I screeched at the sudden cold of the water, I quickly twisted the warm water knob, letting it steam out. I adjusted the knobs, making the shower temperature perfect. I showered for almost fifteen minutes before hopping out. I wrapped a towel around me. I searched the bathroom for my bag, but realised it was next to the bed.

"No!" I murmured throwing a mini tantrum with myself.

I bit my lower lip, wondering if I should just go out and quickly grab my bag and dash back into the bathroom, or just ask Max to hand me over the bag. But knowing Max he won't hand over my bag because that's not what supervillains do. I unlock the door of the bathroom, I took a peek out of the door, searching for my bag. I spotted it at the edge of the bed. I twitched my lower lip, counting to 3 in my head.

"1, 2, 3"

I darted across the room, quickly grabbing my bag and just when I was about to turn around, Max stepped in front of me.

"Where do you think you going?" he grinned which made me roll my eyes.

"Get out of the way," I said trying to walk around him.

"What's with the towel?" he asked arching an eyebrow.

"I was showering," I said flatly giving him the 'duh' face.

"Oh," he nodded his head.

"Well… can you please move out of the way?"

"But I like you in this towel, it looks sexy on you," he smirked eyeing me up and down.

"You're so mature," I said sarcastically moving around Max. I closed the bathroom door behind me locking it. I pulled out my extra pair of clothes and put them on. It was a short denim with a white tank top with flat black shoes. I tied my hair into a cheerleader ponytail. I heard noises on the other side of the door. Curiosity took over and I unlocked the door peeking out of it.

My heartbeat went faster when I saw a tall handsome man at the door with some pancakes stacked on a plate and orange juice at the side. My female instinct took over and I decided to introduce myself.

"Go away," I heard Max yell at the man at the door. I rolled my eyes at Max pushing him to the side.

"Please to make your acquaintance," I said in a British accent but failed miserably. "I'm Phoebe and this is my annoying brother Max, who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Link, I'm the room service attendee. Your parents send me to give you this," he said as he handed me over the plate of pancakes and glass of orange juice. I looked at the room service attendee's cart to see where Max's pancakes and juice are.

"Where's Max's?" I asked.

"Oh your parents said something about he can get his own breakfast blah, blah, blah?" Link joked. I giggled at the way Link said that. Oh he is so cute and funny. I wonder if I should ask him for his number. I mean, maybe Max would back off if he knew I was interested in another guy.

"You're funny," I said giving him a smile. I played with my hair twirling it around and lifting my left knee a little upwards.

"And you are beautiful," he said which gave my cheeks a red glow. Romantic, cute and funny. Now that is one perfect catch.

"Before I go, can I get your number?" he asked shyly, looking down to his feet and then up to me. This may be my luckiest day ever. I grabbed a pen from the end table near the door writing my number on a napkin which I took from his cart. I folded it neatly putting it in his pocket shirt. I smiled, closing the door very slowly. I turned around to see a grimaced Max, his eyebrows were arched down and his arms were crossed. He was tapping his feet repeatedly on the hardwood floor.

"What was that all about?" he asked in a grimaced voice. His eyes were filled with evilness

"What was what?" I asked placing the pancakes and juice on the end table.

"That!" he pointed to the door. "With that guy?"

"It was just the room service attendee," I said trying to avoid an argument.

"Why did you give him your number," Max asked stepping closer to me.

"Because he asked me?" I said stating the obvious. Didn't Max heard he asked me for my number?

"What about me Phoebe?"

"What about you?" I arched my left eyebrow.

"About what I said last night. You said you will think about it?"

"Max, you're my brother. I can't have feelings for you. You know it's wrong and I know it's wrong. Our parents would freak out if they found out that were together. So I'm asking you nicely Max, stop having feelings for me," I said sincerely trying not to hurt Max's feelings

"I can't forget about my feelings Phoebe! I told you that already!" he yelled as he started pacing the room.

"For God sake Max, we are brother and sister!" I started to yell.

"So?" he yelled back.

"So brothers and sisters don't go out with each other, it is the wrong intention to do."

"No-one will find out Phoebe," he said as he froze in his tracks looking at me.

"Why is it so hard for you to have feelings for me?" he asked taking one step closer towards me.

"I don't know," I mumbled avoiding eye contact.

"I'm not heartless Phoebe, I have a heart. It is small, but it's still there," he said placing his one hand on top of his chest where his heart is beating. I twitched my lip not knowing what to do or to say. I don't want to hurt Max's feelings, but I also don't want to give him false hope.

"Please Max, isn't there a way that we can stop your feelings for me? What about the Brain Melt 3000?"

"You can melt my feelings away Phoebe," he grimaced. Just as I was about to say something, my phone ringed.

"Unknown number?" I questioned myself but decided to answer anyway.

"Hello?"

"Link? Well that didn't take you long to call me," I giggled. I saw Max frown looking at me with disappointment.

"A date this Saturday? Sure that will be great," I said. Max turned around walking to his bed kicking the mattress.

"See you then, bye Link," I hung up putting my phone in my back pocket of my denim. I glanced at Max deciding to leave him alone in the hotel room. I don't want to be near him when he is mad. I opened door, taking one more glance at Max. I gave him a sincere look before closing the door behind me. I heard him yelling and breaking something. I wanted to go in and stop him, but on the other hand I don't want to be near him when he's mad. So I just walked away trying to focus on my date on Saturday.