This was intended to be a one-shot, but in the midst of my long writing process I already happen to think of a sequel idea and here we are; chapter two: Good Brother! (I'm going with a 'good' chapter-naming-theme).
Will there be a third? Since last episode I've been possessed by a fangirlish entity to read Chex fanfics and I liked it. Now my heart is torn between two ships (so much I want to cry). I feel like Bella trying to decide between Edward (thundercest), the dangerous and unseemly choice, and Jacob (Chex) the friend who has always been there but only now I can see how sexy he is without a shirt.
In not so many words; I dunno. This story supposed to be in the gray zone with unestablished incest and I can't just willy-nilly do a 180 degree turn with it. I have to think about it.~
Anyhow, I still own nothing except my soul and my body (both for sale. JK).
Hope you'll enjoy. Howeves, even if you don't, please review. I am an Internet attention whore! I need reviews and also, you know, constructive criticism might help me become a better writer.
It's not fair, he groans inwardly. If glares could kill, his sister would have been long dead on the floor bleeding because of the knives stuck in her back.
Instead, she casually bents over to open her bag and takes out her textbook for class, when suddenly she jumps to her feet and shrieks in disgust. The only person to stay unfazed by her surprising outburst is no other than Max Thunderman. It is a given though, since he put it there.
What it is, Max doesn't know, nor does he care to find out. There are some things in this world not worth knowing; the dubious looking sludge he scooped behind the school's cafeteria with an ill fueled plan to put in Phoebe's backpack is one example, his feelings for the girl compelling him to do so are another.
"Shit," The awfully troubled teenager curses under his breath. Luckily for him, the teacher's attention is preoccupied enough by the other Thunderman in the room to notice
For an instant, the prank he pulled on his twin managed to brighten his recent angsty mood. Watching her adopt the appearance of a tomato in her embarrassment and mumble an apology for disturbing the class, whilst somehow at the same time hissing Max's name hatefully, made her wicked tormentor grin proudly at his accomplishment (a job well done, indeed). Unfortunately, the moment has passed and he feels lousy again.
It's all her fault, he chews on his lower lip. That goody two-shoes started it last week by giving him all kinds of messed up signals, and now Max has what appears to be the beginning of an emotional breakdown on his hands (or in his heart, possibly in his head), while she casually sits back down and asks Cherry for pen and paper because her idiot for a brother ruined her stuff again.
He can't decide if he hates her or if he loves his twin sister in a way he definitely shouldn't, perhaps neither is true, after all they are merely fifteen years old.
The thing that bothers the rogue Thunderman the most is how calm Phoebe is about last Saturday. She acts as if nothing had (almost) happened between them, despite it being constantly on Max's mind.
It is more than enough reason for him to exact revenge.
However, what he wants more than anything else in the universe (excluding being taken seriously as a villain, have an army of minions and, maybe, wake up one day to discover he's adopted and actually the son of a famous evildoer such as Dark Mayhem) is to feel the heat of her body against his, to taste her lips move along with his lips, to hear her moan his name as he touches and kisses and knows her. His sister is at the top of his to do list. No, he shakes his head. Phoebe is the to do list.
It briefly occurs to the boy sitting behind the tallest gal in class he might be exaggerating his feelings for her and deliberately making them border the theatrics. Even so, the realization doesn't help stop Max from continuingly agonizing himself with impure thoughts of a blood relative or getting irritated at her apparent indifference.
A nudge to his elbow and a whisper from a fellow student do bring Max's focus to where it should belong: the lesson. Allegedly, he has been making some worrisome noises up until now. Whether it is true or not, he begins to fill terribly conscious of his thoughts for the rest of the day.
He lingers after school.
He takes two trips to the bathroom and chats with anyone who hasn't yet left the school's grounds for no reason but to avoid walking home with Phoebe. The mission accomplished, courtesy of Sarah Diggings who loves taking, which leads to his next goal; getting away from that crazed girl.
Max excuses himself and tells the president of his fan club (technically there is no such club, but when there will be - someday, there will - , Sarah would be at the top) he has to go home, help take care of his youngest sibling. She can't tag along to play house because Chloe is extremely sensitive when it comes to strangers. It should go without saying, he has no true intention, whatsoever, to do so. Nevertheless it gets him away from the obsessed nerd.
As any reasonable guy in his situation, Max takes the longest existing route home and he takes it slow. In fact, he walks so slow that old ladies push past him impatiently.
Coincidentally, it happens when one angry grandma nearly trips him, he sees his nemesis, Link Evilman. Max has numerous causes for disliking the guy. The most current reason is the envy of the blonde's relationship with Phoebe. However the roots of his hatred of Link lie in the differences between them.
With Max being the black sheep in a family of good doers and saint righteous Link from a house of supervillains, they are absolute opposite, counterparts of each other, different sides of the coin, a Yin to a Yang…
Since he's still very conscious of his trail of thoughts, he stops the metaphors before they descend to weird and unsettling levels, although maybe not as creepy as pining for his own sister.
Back to reality, Max spots Phoebe's boyfriend sitting besides an unfamiliar blonde at Mrs. Wang's Pizza Palace.
He hesitates because it's weird to bring a date to Wang's, of all places. Does he want to give the unsuspecting chick food poisoning? Be that as it may, Max figures his ought to rush inside.
He swings the door widely and loudly, and fast paces to their table. Then, for the sake of a decent dramatic entrance, he bangs his fist on it, which hurts more than expected. "What the heck?" He cries, partially from anger and partially from pain. If he wanted an audience, he successfully turned the heads of everyone present in their direction.
The soon-to-be-ex and his lady-on-the-side lift their heads in surprise. "Max!" Links eyes widen.
"I can't believe this," Max makes a note to self to plan setting this liar's pants on fire, while letting his outrage pour off his mouth. "I knew you were a phony and a loser, but a cheater too? Aren't you supposed to be a good guy? My sister trusts you! She gave her heart to you and you just threw it out the window like it's black jelly beans for - " He looks Link's companion over, unimpressed. "For this stupid bimbo? She's not even that hot!"
Link begins to say something, yet the other boy abruptly cuts him off. "No one cheats on my dorky sister, but me!" He declares. When he realizes the awkwardness of the sentence, he adds. "In monopoly. No one cheats on her, but me in monopoly or any other stupid game." Suddenly, he is interested in studying patterns on the floor.
"This is my cousin, Felicia." Evilman seizes his accuser's embarrassing slip up to explain.
"Gross." Max misses his meaning. "You're dating your cousin?"
He's the last person who can say that, Link thinks. "No. She just came to town and I'm showing her around."
Felicia silently nods in confirmation.
"Can you prove it?"
Link shrugs. "I guess you can ask my dad."
"Ok," He will, if only so he'll have an excuse to talk (suck up, is more like it) to a supervillain Max admires.
To be honest though, the situation no longer seems as it was from the outside. At closer examination, the pair of diners does share more than a few features; same sandy hair and similar shape of eyes and ears.
"So" Max stretches the word as he turns to the female occupant of the table because she really is that hot. "Are you single?"
She stands up, slaps him senseless and storms out of the restaurant, telling her cousin over the shoulder she'll wait for him outside. He should have seen it coming.
By the time Max finishes whining over his hurt cheek, Link pays the bill.
"Dude, about - "
"It's fine." Link gives his girlfriend's evil twin an uncertain pat on the back. "Normally, I would punch you for how you talked about her," He nods at the window that his cousin waits on the other side of. "But I'm impressed you stood up for Phoebe like that."
"Oh god, please don't tell her or anyone." Max requests very strongly (this is definitely not begging).
In response Link grins stupidly. "Who knew you had it in you to be a good brother?" Then he quickly leaves to join Felicia.
Max is then alone feeling very conflicted, also because he doesn't know if that was a yes or a no.
"Are you going to order something or are you here only to scare off my customers?" He turns to face the scary, despite her small built, Chinese owner of the place. Max shrugs. He can do some pizza before scheming how best to burn Link's jeans (now merely because the guy irks him).
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