Nothing But Trouble

There was something about Austin. He had always driven me crazy for the ten plus years I had known him. He aggravated me, pissed me off, he could make me cry. But I could never shake him. Sometimes it would just be impossible to say no to him. It was probably because we were so much alike. I thought this summer would be when I finally got rid of him, turns out I was wrong. We’re tied at the hip. And it’s like, no matter how bad I want to cast him away from me, I can’t. We’ve never been friends before, ever. But now that we’re trying, I think we both realize we’re nothing but trouble. For others, and ourselves.


2. Chapter 2

After 10 minutes of riding and hitting his back, I gave up and pulled my phone out of my back pocket. I called Liv and she answered at the third ring.

“Where are you?” she asked.

“Good morning to you too sunshine. I don’t think I can make it today.” I said.

“Why?” she asked.

“Well a certain tall, blonde, jackass won’t let me go!” I said loud enough so he could hear me. I could feel his laugh through his back.

“What is Austin doing to you this time?” she asked.

“Good question.” Then the board stopped moving and he took me off of his shoulder. I looked around not knowing where we were and my eyes widened.

“Hey Liv, did you know Mr. Deep, Dark, and Mysterious lives in the rich people neighborhood?” I said looking up at the humongous white house.

“For real?” she asked.

“Yep, got the fancy curve around driveway and everything.” I said. Then he grabbed my phone outta my hand.

“Hey.” I snapped.

“It’s been fun Liv, have a nice day.” He grinned then ended the call.

“Give me my phone!” I said trying to reach for it, but he held it up above his hand. I wasn’t entirely short but about the height most girls are, 5”6 but he still had me beat being about 5”10. He kept going on with the game for another minute until he handed me my phone. “I hate you.” I said stuffing it in my pocket.

“Why are we here?” I said looking back to the house.

“I need you, to pretend to be my girlfriend.” He smiled, and not a genuine one either. My mouth open

ed but then I closed it. Still in shock over what I had just heard, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
There was fancy furniture and a huge dining room, and the cleanest most expensive looking kitchen ever. And in the middle, was one of those staircases like in Cinderella. The inside of the house was way bigger than the outside led on. I wondered around the house and the basement for probably half an hour and, I hadn’t noticed that the whole time I was exploring the house; Austin had left me alone.

“Girlfriend?” I asked myself when I came back to the front door. I shut it and looked around.

“Austin?” I asked.

No reply. I walked to my left and into the kitchen. Empty. Then I tried the dining room. Empty. I tried the living room, the two offices and then stopped in front of the Cinderella stairs.

“Austin?” I yelled up the stairs.

I heard shuffling and a big thud against a wall. It didn’t sound very pleasant. I ran up the stairs and looked down both sides of the hallway. I heard a thud again, and went to my right. I pressed my ear up against every door until I came to the last one in the hallway and there was a big thud right on the door. I jumped five feet and almost screamed before I covered my mouth. The feet moved to what sounded like the other side of the room and I slowly opened the door. It had to be Austin’s room. I looked for the sound of the noise and saw Austin and some guy who looked drunk or high, beating the crap out of each other. My eyes widened and I just stood in shock not knowing whether to walk away or call someone. I guess I took too long to decide.

“Tara?” Austin yelled.

I snapped out of my daze and met his eyes. Then of course, being distracted by me, the drunk/high guy’s fist slammed right into Austin’s face and he stumbled back to the wall, gripping his jaw.

I yelped a little and panicked not knowing what to do. The drunk/high guy was moving towards Austin getting ready to punch him again, when I, not knowing what the hell I was thinking, bolted in front of Austin and punched the drunk/high guy right in his nose as hard as I could. I heard a crunch and blood started to rush from his nose. Then I kicked him in his ribs 3 times as he crumbled to the ground, and eventually passed out.

“Holy shit that hurt.” I muttered rubbing my swollen knuckles.


I turned around and saw Austin looking at me. I guess he managed to stand up again, so he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of his room shutting the door behind him. He leaned his back up against the wall and I stood in front of him. He was looking into my eyes in pure confusion.

“What?” I asked out of breath.

“Why the hell did you do that?” he asked.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You just broke that guy’s nose and knocked him out.” Austin said, looking at me like I was crazy.

“Yes, and?” I asked him.

“Why?” he asked me. “What do you mean why? He was beating the crap outta you! I wasn’t just gonna stand there and watch. Besides it was my fault he punched you that hard in the first place. Who is he anyway?” I said.

He kept staring at me.

“Just one of my brother’s junkie friends. How’d you learn how to do that?” he asked.

“I have 3 older brothers and we lived by ourselves, they thought I should learn how to defend myself.” I shrugged.

“You lived by yourselves?” he asked.

“Yeah, my mom died when I was 10, she was in a car crash.” I said taking my sunglasses off.

“Come on, let’s go downstairs.” He said and nodded his head towards the stairs. I followed him down the stairs and into the kitchen.

 “Want something to drink?” he asked as I sat down at the island.

“Water.” I said.

I took off my snapback and wiped the sweat off my forehead. He slid a water bottle in front of me and stood with his back to me doing something on the counter.

“What about your dad?” he asked.

“Went into depression after my mom died, started drinking a lot, bruised us up a little. Spent a year locked up, then he just left when I was 13.” I said and took a long drink.

“So you and your brothers lived alone for 5 years?” he asked.


“How old are your brothers?” he asked.

“My oldest brother Drew is 21, my middle brother Ben is 19, and you know Tristan.” I said.

“But he graduated with us.” Austin said his back still to me.

“We’re twins. I just consider him as an older brother.” I said taking my hair out of the braid.

My hair was naturally straight and fell to a few inches above my waist. I ruffled it around brushed it out of my eyes. Austin turned around and his eyes widened for a second then went back to normal. He leaned on the island across from me and looked at me.

“I like your hair like that. Wear it down more often.” Another thing about him was he didn’t as you questions or suggest something, he just told you how it goes.

“How can you just talk about your parents, so easily?” he asked.

“I have to tell the story a lot. I get used to it. Besides, people should know how bad my dad was, why should he have the satisfaction of no one caring about us?” I shrugged.

“You’re an open book aren’t you?” he asked crossing his arms.

“Pretty much.” I said, crossing my arms on the table.

“So open book, how many times have you had sex?” he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll have you know, I’m still a Virgin Mary. Pure as a newborn.” I said. He raised both of his eyebrows.
“Seriously?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I said.

“Wow.” He said.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I pouted.

“Like what?”

“Like that. I’m not crazy. Sex isn’t the most important thing in the world, at least not to me. I personally think sex is gross.” I said, standing up. A small half smile replaced his shocked face.

“Yeah?” he asked me.

“Yeah. I mean, just think about the whole concept. Having some guy just put another part of his body inside of you, and licking that same part. I mean for god sake that’s where all your shit comes out! That is the nastiest thing I have ever heard!” I ranted as I walked back out into the living room. He followed slowly behind me, watching me.

“You think so?” he asked. I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Yeah! And not to mention all the bad stuff that can come from it! You could have a kid when you’re not ready, or you could get an STD!” I said.

I walked into a section of the house where there were instruments everywhere. I spotted and shiny acoustic guitar and stood in front of it. I looked back at Austin who was leaning against the wall and he nodded at me. So I picked it up and sat down on a stool.

“Not all STDs are that bad.” He said.

“Yeah but you could get, HIV, or AIDS, or herpes! And if you get an STD and you’re pregnant you’re kid could have one and then you just ruined the rest of your family’s lives until your blood line ends. I’m only having sex when I’m ready for kids.” I said.

“You think too much.” He chuckled lightly.

I looked up at his face and saw a smile. It wasn’t one of his cocky, arrogant smiles. It was a real smile, with real emotions. I never noticed how pretty it was, probably because he never really smiled. His eyes met mine and a slowly smiled back.

“So, you play?” he asked pointing to the guitar.

“Yeah.” I said.

“Show me.” He said and he threw a pick at me.

“Ouch.” It hit me right in the forehead. I picked it up off the ground.

“You just carry around picks?” I asked.

“No, that’s my pick, my lucky one. So break it, and you’re dead.”

I saw that the moment we had earlier was gone and he was back to himself. I put the pick in my right hand and positioned my hands on the neck. I thought of a song to play and chose Catch Me by Demi Lovato, I knew the whole song by memory. I started to play and he must’ve recognized the song because he grabbed another guitar, sat across from me, and picked up the song.

“Sing.” He said.

“I don’t sing.” I said, my eyes not leaving the neck.

"Everyone can sing. Sing.” He said. I looked up at him and he was staring right back at me. God, why do I do what he tells me? The first verse was about to start, so I started singing.

Before I fall
Too  fast
Kiss me quick
But make it last
So I can see how badly this will hurt me
When you say goodbye
Keep it sweet
Keep it slow
Let the future pass and don’t let go
But tonight I may fall too soon
Under this beautiful moonlight
But you’re so hypnotizing
You’ve got me laughing while I sing
You’ve got me smiling in my sleep
I can see this unraveling
Your love is where I’m falling
But please don’t catch me…
See this heart
Won’t settle down
Like a child running scared from a clown
I’m terrified of what you do
My stomach screams just when I look at you
Run far away
So I can breathe
Even though you’re far from suffocating me
I can’t set my hopes too high
‘Cause every hello ends with a goodbye

Then to my surprise he joined in singing with me for the rest of the song and we kept a weird, awkward eye contact going.

But you’re so hypnotizing
You’ve got me laughing while I sing
You’ve got me smiling in my sleep
I can see this unraveling
Your love is where I’m falling
But please don’t catch me…
So now you see
Why I’m scared
I can’t open up my hear without a care
But here I go
It’s what I feel
And for the first time in my life I know it’s real…
But you’re so hypnotizing
You’ve got me laughing while I sing
You’ve got me smiling in my sleep
I can see this unraveling
Your love is where I’m falling
So please don’t catch me
If this is love please don’t break me
I’m giving up
So just catch me

I could tell the eye contact was only awkward for me. “I told you, everyone can sing.” He said.

“You sing?” I asked.

“Yeah, sorta.” He said.

“You sounded… great.” I said.

“So did, you.” He said.

There was an awkward moment of silence before he stood up and grabbed the guitar out of my hands. I sat there watching him put it away and he reached out his hand toward me and I dropped the pick in it.

“C’mon, we need to talk.” He said leaving the room.

I sat there confused about what I was feeling. While we were singing and playing I felt something. I felt like we had this, connection, the song was talking to us. I know he felt it to, I could read it in his big brown eyes. I just shook the thought out of my head and followed him out to the living room.

“Yeah we do. What is this thing about me pretending to be your girlfriend?” I asked.

He sat down on the couch and I stood in front of him.

“Well there are a lot of reasons for it. It actually started with this girl…” he said.

“Oh brother.” I sighed and fell down on the chair behind me.

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