Oh Brother - S01 E06

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Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6



I found myself grunting in disapproval as I heard the front door click shut from my bedroom. Stephen and my mom were going out again, which meant Christian and I were home alone. Just great .

Grabbing a manga, I began reading Naruto. I was almost done the series and a bit sad about it. In my opinion, Naruto was the best manga ever created. It might actually have the best storyline too.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. Groaning, I knew who it was as I got up and walked to the door. Annoyance filled me as I walked there. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Christian.

Once at the door, I opened it and said flatly, “What?”

Christian’s eyes twinkled as he stared down at me. He stared at me expressionless, making me feel suddenly nervous as his blue eyes held my brown eyes. I couldn’t help but look away.

“I said what,” I snapped, annoyed as I looked away from him.

He sighed. “Are you hungry?”

“No.” I looked back at him. “I’m not.”

That was a bit of a lie. I was kind of hungry since I hadn’t eaten since lunch, but there was no way I’d admit that to Christian. Not when it would mean he would probably try to help me.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I was planning on ordering pizza.”

“I’m not hungry,” I insisted, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

As he began to turn around, I slammed the door shut. Before I knew it I huffed, feeling the warmth of my boiled blood flow through me. Christian had a way of doing that easily.

Sighing, I realized I should take a bath. Christian had already stressed me out, so a bath sounded like a good idea. Smiling to myself, I got the appropriate showering items and left my room. I then entered the washroom beside my bedroom and closed the door.

Going to the tub, I opened the tap to fill the tub with warm water. No matter the weather I always bathed in warm water. That was just how I was.

When half of the bathtub was filled with water, I pulled off my hair tie. My long brown hair fell over my shoulders and I sighed as I began to take off my shirt. It was almost sad that just to relax I had to take a bath. Life was never like that before Stephen and Christian came into my life.

“Autumn!” I suddenly heard Christian yell as my shirt was about to come over my head.

Frowning, I quickly pulled my shirt back down. I felt like I heard him yell my name clearly, but I felt like I had also imagined it. Christian and I never talked. Only once in a while when I’d snap at him when he tried to be nice to me. There was no way he’s call me over to him like this.

“Autumn! I need your help!” I heard him shout again.

My frown grew as I quickly opened the washroom door and ran out. Before I knew it I was racing down the stairs and into the kitchen. The now smoky kitchen, I have to add. Coughing lightly, I rushed to where Christian stood at the oven.

“What the hell happened?” I asked, eyes tearing up as smoke hit my eyes. “What did you do?”

Christian’s eyes widened in panic. “I don’t know. I was trying to make macaroni and cheese and then… I messed up.”

“You messed up real bad!”

My eyes flew to the pot overflowing with water and smoke. I realized the stove was still on and quickly turned it off, coughing once again.

“You idiot,” I said, grabbing the pot off of the oven. “Why didn’t you turn off the stove?”

“I don’t know,” he said, eyes still wide with panic. “I don’t know how to cook.”

I shook my head and then exclaimed, “Useless! Go open a window at least!”

Christian obeyed and rushed over to a window, opening it quickly. I rushed over to the sink and placed the pot in it, hoping it would cool down there. Quickly, I then grabbed a dish towel and began fanning the place. Only then did I realize my heart was racing.

As I fanned, I noticed Christian walking up to me. I chose to ignore him as I fanned, wanting to just get rid of the problem and leave. The whole event had left me tired.

“Do you need help?” Christian asked.

I shook my head. “I’m fine.”

“Will the house be okay?” he then asked anxiously.

Hearing the tone of his voice, I looked at him. Really looked at him for the first time since I got downstairs. Only now did I realize how panicked he looked.

His eyes were wide and bluer than usual. His jaw was clenched, seeming to hold back any feelings of fear. The entire sight of him suddenly amused me. I found myself fighting back a smile, but it soon appeared on my face.

Christian must of noticed because he asked, “Why are you smiling?”

“This really scared you, didn’t it?” I replied.

Blush filled his cheeks. “Kind of… Yeah, I don’t want my dad murdering me for burning down his new wife’s home.”

My smile grew and I suddenly felt annoyed with myself. I couldn’t believe I was showing Christian a positive emotion. It was almost sickening.

Looking around, I realized the place was almost clear of smoke now. The windows had really helped clear the place out. Sighing to myself, I realized happily that I could go back to my bath.

Oh no .

“Christian!” I exclaimed, throwing the dish towel away. “My bath!”

“What?” he asked, confused.

Ignoring him, I quickly ran upstairs and nearly slipped at the top step. I gasped as I realized the bathtub had overflowed. Water was everywhere and I had no idea how I would get to the bathtub without slipping.

“I’ll get the tap,” I heard Christian say behind me.

Before I could say anything, he began walking to the washroom. Luckily, it didn’t seem like a huge amount of water had flooded out, but it was enough for me to get into huge trouble. I hoped I would be able to clean everything up.

Feeling my heartbeat accelerate, I nervously watched as Christian neared the washroom door. His sneakers squeaked against the ground and I winced as he lost his balance for a second. I couldn’t believe he was doing this, knowing he could break his head by falling.

Suddenly, he did fall.

“Shit!” he shouted, slipping forward and landing on his face.

I winced as a thud echoed out from him. My eyes then widened as I realized he wasn’t moving. He was just laying there, still, his face firmly planted to the ground.

Taking a cautious step forward, I asked nervously, “Christian, are you okay?”

Suddenly pushing himself up, he looked over to me and grinned. “I’m great.”

I blinked. I had no idea what was wrong with him at this point, but I couldn’t care right now. The tap needed to be closed.

“Close the tap then!” I exclaimed.

Still grinning, he nodded and walked into the washroom. Feeling even more nervous, knowing he had a greater chance of slipping again, I began to carefully walk to the washroom. My feet were soaked as I walked, but I was glad to notice I had great balance. It didn’t seem like I would be falling anytime soon, but I needed to make sure Christian wouldn’t. I couldn’t be the blame for his death.

As I neared the washroom, I heard the tap go silent. A smile flew to my lips as I realized Christian had did it. He had closed the tap. Now all I had to do was mop the place up so my mom wouldn’t kill me.

Waiting near the door, I saw Christian step out of the washroom. He was grinning, looking completely soaked in his white t-shirt. My eyes flew to his body, noticing his defined body that was now visible due to the water. Blush crept into my cheeks as I took in just how muscular he was.

Looking away, I said awkwardly, “Thank you.”

“Shit!” Was his reply.

I looked at him quickly, wondering why he said that. My eyes then widened as I realized he was falling towards me. I then gasped as I fell along with him, landing hard on my back. Grunting, I then felt Christian’s body on top of mine, making my heart skip a beat for a second.

Quickly propping himself up on his elbows so that only his legs were touching mine, he said with fear in his eyes, “Shit, Autumn. I’m so sorry. I… You can push me down to make things even.”

I studied his face for a second. His face that was only a foot away from mine. His eyes were huge with fear evident in them and his jaw was dropped a little. He looked both surprised and terrified, a weird mix. Staring at the eighteen year old boy who seemed terrified of me, I suddenly began to laugh. A real, joyful laugh.

As I laughed, Christian just stared at me. At first he looked confused, then weirded out, and then he started laughing too. He laughed his own warm laugh, that made me laugh even more. Only when I realized I needed to clean the place up, did I stop laughing.

“Christian, could you get off of me?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, blushing slightly.

He quickly stood up and I followed, now standing in front of him. I was still smiling and so was he. Unlike me though, he seemed confused.

“I need to clean up,” I said, knowing I really did.

“I can help,” he offered.

I shook my head. “You need to clean up your own mess.”

He smiled sheepishly. “True.”

I turned around, knowing I needed to fetch a mop. Before I could walk off though, I suddenly felt a hand clamp around my upper arm. A large, warm hand.

I turned around slowly, finding myself feeling warm as I now looked at Christian. His blue eyes also looked warm, causing me to look down at the wet ground.

“What?” I asked, neither kindly or rudely.

“Do you think we can get along?” he asked.

I looked back up at him, only to see that he looked dead serious. Sad, yearning, and serious. Something about that look got to me, causing me to feel almost sad as well.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I’m still new to this.”

“So am I.”

“I know… I’m sorry.”

That was all I could say as I turned around and walked away. Even now I didn’t know why I just couldn’t accept Christian. Honestly, he wasn’t a bad guy. He was the opposite of that it seemed, which made me wonder. Was I the real bad guy?


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