Fan Fic
Blood Is Thicker Than Water
Part 6
© Stef
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The weeks that followed were a blur of excitement and terror. Every time James and I found ourselves together someone would unknowingly interrupt us.
We would be sharing a kiss under a tree in the park when a familiar voice would echo past; or we would be making love in the privacy of my bedroom when Charlie or Matt would come knocking at the door asking if we were �still looking for that missing sock�. Sure, we had some close shaves but it was worth it, we were happy just being in each other�s company, content with how things were, completely oblivious to what couldn�t be seen; but not for long� �Oh crap.� I grumbled and looked down at the perfectly white pair of knickers that had just slid down my ankles and were now resting on my feet. �You okay in there?� my mum called from outside that bathroom door. �Yeah, I�ll be right out�� I mumbled back and pulled my knickers back up as I stood up from the toilet seat. �What�s wrong sweetheart?� my mum asked as I stumbled down the hall and in to my bedroom where Charlie was still asleep. �My period is still not here.� I sighed miserably and looked up at the calendar, �It didn�t come last month either.� �Hun you�re only sixteen, your periods can fluctuate for a few years.� Mum soothed and mindlessly began picking up Charlie�s dirty underwear from the floor. �Yeah I know but�� my voice trailed off, not wanting to give away anything about my newly found sex-life. �I�m sure it�s nothing to worry about, if it�s still not come by next week I will take you to see Dr. Chunder, until then just chill out. If you are too stressed it won�t come either.� I nodded silently and watched her scurry around the room like a headless chicken, desperately trying to tidy the bedroom. �What time are you two going out?� she asked, giving Charlie a brief nod. �About twelve, James will be round about half eleven.� I answered quietly. Mentioning James�s name made chills smother my body. Was I pregnant? Could it be that we had somehow done something wrong? Could I be having James�s child? �MUUUUUUM!� Mum and I both looked up at Charlie�s bunk where he was groaning loudly and shielding his eyes from the light coming through the window. �Yes darling?� mum answered politely, knowing full well what he was angry about. �You�re making such a racket!� he grumbled and covered his face with his pillow. �I told you that I would be cleaning your room today, whether you were up or not.� Mum explained calmly. �It�s the crack of dawn!� Charlie cried. �It�s eleven o�clock.� Mum sniggered and threw a pair of clean boxers at him, �Get dressed Charlie and help or you�re not going out with Stef and James.� �Who said she was invited anyway.� Charlie mumbled and pulled the boxers under the duvet with him. �James said.� I smirked and rolled off of my bunk so that I could stare him in the eye, �We�re going to the cinema to see A Woman�s Tale.� �No we bloody well are not!� Charlie protested, �It�s a chick-flick!� �James doesn�t mind.� I folded my arms defiantly across my chest. ��Cos James�s gay.� Charlie cried, exasperated. �We�ll have none of that please.� Mum scolded from the doorway. �Sorry but if he�s invited a girl to see a movie with the guys and then agreed to see a chick-flick he�s either gay or in love with Stef!� Charlie laughed. I laughed awkwardly and ran my fingers through my hair, �Must be gay then�� I mumbled and left the room. I flew down the stairs and in to the kitchen before sliding down the wall and resting my head in my hands. �Are you okay darling?� mum murmured from next to me, still holding handfuls of Charlie�s washing. I nodded silently, too choked up to talk. �Well, this is interesting isn�t it?� �W-what is?� I stuttered. �I was wondering when you two would get together.� Mum smiled softly and slid down next to me, dropping Charlie�s putrid scented clothes down in the doorway. �Who? I mean how..?� my head began to spin with confusion, did mum know? �Look at this�� mum dawdled over to the cabinet above the oven where she had always kept the photo albums, much to dads dislike. He would always say that one day one of us would burn the kitchen down and all our memories would go with it. ��Here.� Mum handed me a blue and green photo album and opened it up. The first picture showed me, Charlie and James when we were about two or three. James and I were holding hands and in our free hands we were clutching buckets, Charlie was covered in sand and had tears streaming down his little face. The next photo showed us all, playing on a bouncy castle, Charlie was standing surrounded by children�s shoes and crying his heart out, Matt was bouncing up and down on the bouncy castle whilst James and I seemed to be deep in conversation in the far corner. �Do you remember that holiday?� mum asked softly. I shook my head and dried my cheeks with the back of my hands. �Mrs Bourne allowed us to take James away to Blackpool with us for a long weekend away. One afternoon we went down to the beach and you and James kept giving each other secretive looks�no one knew what you two were up to until you filled your buckets with sand and literally buried poor old Charlie with it. He was so upset it took three hours to stop the tears.� Mum grinned down at me, �To cheer him up dad suggested we all go to the fair the next day. Matt, James and Charlie ran straight to the bouncy castle and began to play. You were very hurt that they wouldn�t let you join in so burst in to tears right there in front of everyone.� �What happened?� I interrupted impatiently. �To tell you the truth I don�t really know. The three boys started fighting, then James shoved Charlie off the bouncy castle and came and gave you a hug. The two of you went off to play on your own. You and James looked so cute all huddled up whispering that I just had to take the picture.� Mum flicked through the album to reveal more pictures of James and I together. Each one showed the two of us huddled close together�with Charlie in the background. It was as if we had been together our whole lives and just kept it secret. So secret that we didn�t even know. �Charlie will be very upset.� �What?� �When he finds out about you and James.� �He already knows.� Came a familiar voice from the doorway. I spun around to see Charlie at the door, standing with his hands on his hips and his hair still ruffled from his bed. �I heard everything.� |