She didn't know that he was paying for mostly everything. She didn't know that the money was coming from him. She thought the twins had gotten a job and even though she urged them to save it and use it for themselves, they refused and gave it to her. . .to pay the bills. She didn't know what kind of job they had gotten and when, and they didn't say anything.

She didn't know that he had secretly been keeping in contact with the twins for the past month or so, and they didn't say anything. The money slowly and quietly came in; bills and debts were paid off, and no questions were asked.

As long as the bills were paid.

No questions were asked.

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Jeremiah hurriedly slid into the booth and gave a small smile to the female across. "Sorry, I'm late, practice."

"It's okay."

Silence slowly took over as the waitress came up to their table, asking for their orders. A few seconds later, she walked away with no new orders.

"She's has questions, but she never asks them."

"Keep it that way." His eyes dropped down to his hands, where they were rolling balls of napkin. A nervous habit.

"Why are you helping us?" she suddenly asked.

His eyes shot back up and locked with hers. Why? Because he wanted to help. He wanted to be closer to her. Because he felt responsible for her losses in life.

"Well?"

He blinked. Just because. "Because."

She rolled her eyes. "Great answer. Do you pity us?"

"NO! not like that. Never." He shook his head.

"Are you, in anyway, trying to get close to my sister?"

That hit him.

"It's pretty obvious to the trained eye. The way you always ask questions about her, how you just seem to brighten at the sound of her name. I saw how you looked at her when you first met her and when we were eating lunch that day. You seemed so sad when we left, like you were never going to see her again."

To the naked eye, he was just a love struck goofball. But to the trained eye, he was a little boy searching for his other half.

"Tell me, tell me." she urged.

And he did.

Everything.

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Michelle stood from her seat, straightening her skirt and walked out of the store. The breezy summer air whisked around her, causing her hair to fly. She jumped as a hand pulled them back from her angelic face.

His gorgeous brown eyes sparkled and his pink tongue ran over his lips before smiling. "Hey, long time no see."

Her brain wracked with so many questions and her heart pumped angry into her veins. "Hello." She coldly replied.

He brushed her insensitivity away and grasped her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles and kissing each of them. "I missed you."

She scoffed at his comment and snatched her hand back. "I didn't miss you at all, Matthew."

His eyebrows furrowed together. "Why are you being such a little bitch?"

Her eyes grew wide and she gave a small chuckle. "Why am I being such a bitch? Well, Matthew Lovato, you would be a bitch too, if you found out that you were just a little bet. You know, to get some money and get some sex."

"W-what are you talking about?" he stuttered.

She rolled her eyes and patted him on the shoulder as she walked past him. "Good-bye, bastard."

Leaving a perplexed Matt to figure out what had just happened.