Who Said Anything About Love?

Tom’s POV

I was all of a sudden unable to think of anything to talk to Madeline about. I always knew what to say to girls, but know it seemed to be everyone else doing most of the talking.

“So, you’re French too?” Georg asked curiously. Madeline nodded in response as she continued staring at her shoes; black ballet flats adorned with a small black satin bow on the top outside corners of each.

“My cousin, Cerise; who’s still inside, just moved her from Paris.” Georg smiled.

“Yes, Tom had just mentioned that to me. It’s really cool.”

“Maybe you’d like to hang out with her sometime?” Gustav questioned. Madeline hadn’t said anything so he continued. “She doesn’t get any female attention and I’m sure she misses bonding with people who understand her better than we do.” he chuckled slightly.

“Umm, maybe.” she said.

“So…” she turned to look at me and I couldn’t help but stare again. She blushed but held my eyes this time. “Uh, you mentioned being here with someone? Where are they?”

She looked somewhere behind me then stated nonchalantly, “One floor down.”

We all cocked our heads and looked at her confusedly. She suppressed a small giggle and dropped her head again.

We then heard and ding from the elevators behind us and I followed Madeline’s gaze as I turned around. Two girls stepped out of the elevator and began walking toward us, their pace slowing slightly at the sight of the four of us.

One girl was a few inches taller than Madeline, thin, pale and had bright blonde hair thrown back into a hair tie. She carried a cardboard box that read ‘kitchen’ on the side.

My gaze then turned to the girl standing next to her. She looked like…well, Madeline. I turned back to Madeline and then back to the other girl a few times in confusion. She was a twin?

I glanced over at bill out of the corner of my eye and saw that he too noticed that fact, but he hadn’t glanced between the two as I had. He stared at the one walking toward us, also carrying a box.

“Uh, who are your friends Madie?” her twin had asked.

“Uh, well, this is Georg, Gustav, Bill and Tom. They live just there,” she pointed to the open door of our apartment. “The bottom of the box gave out and Tom came out to help and his friends followed.”

“Oh, well thanks guys.” she smiled to us.

We all nodded politely and then Madeline spoke again. “Guys, this is my twin sister, Amelia. And this is our best friend Samantha.” both girls nodded there heads; they couldn’t wave because of their boxes. “Amelia, Tom and Bill are also identical twins.” she smiled to her sister whose eyes shown like her sisters.

“Really? That’s awesome.” she looked between the two of us but her eyes rested on Bills for a fraction longer.

“So, you’re moving in are you?” I turned to see Georg making eyes at Samantha. She blushed slightly and nodded her head.

“That’s right. So I guess we’re neighbors then.”

“Yea, I guess so.” he smirked at her. I turned to sneak a peek at Madeline who was doing the same. When our eyes met she turned away a blushed furiously. I smiled to myself as we carried on with our conversation, getting to know one another. The girls all set their boxes aside and continued to stand and talk with us animatedly.

Cerise’s POV

I sat waiting in the bathroom for Tom for a good five minutes before deciding he wasn’t going to come to me. Georg must’ve come back into the living room or something. I flushed the toilet and ran the water from the sink for a second for affect.

I opened the door and went back down the hall into an empty living room.

“What the--” I started to say confusedly. I saw the front door open and walked over to it.

I heard voices, four matching the boys. And then others I’d never heard. But I knew they were female. I was instantly pissed when one of them giggled.

I stepped out into the hall and folded my arms over my chest before clearing my throat loudly. All seven of them stopped talking and turned to look at me.

“Cerise,” Georg said, “this is our new neighbor Samantha,” he shot her a flirtatious smile; she was alright then, no threats. “and her friends Madeline and Amelia.” I turned to look at them and they both smiled cautiously at me. I guess they could see I was pissed.

“Hi.” was all I said.

This Amelia stood next to Bill and she sidestepped after I raised my eyebrow at her. Ok, she’s a bitch. Don’t like her. Bill looked down at his shoes like he was in trouble. Good.

Then Tom looked at that Madeline chick. She smiled and blushed before looking down. Whore. Tom looked back at me and just smiled arrogantly. Asshole, he’d get it later.

“Umm. We’re going to help Samantha move her boxes upstairs and into her room. You should help us; maybe get to know the girls.” They all smiled at me and I wanted to puke.

“I actually don’t feel well. I’m gonna go lay down.” I turned and went back inside with out even a glance back.

These bitches needed to learn a thing or two about my men.

Tom’s POV

I couldn’t help but smirk at Cerise’s attitude. She was honestly pissed and I could tell she felt threatened by these girls. Maybe that’s what she needs. To realize that there are more girls out there, ones probably willing to wear my shirt if I offer it.

I mentally huffed over the thought. You would too, trust me.

“Alright, let’s get these boxes inside and head down stairs.” Georg said, bending down and taking Samantha’s box.

Gustav grabbed Amelia’s and Bill and Amelia followed him. Bill was acting weird all of a sudden. I guess Amelia noticed too; she placed a hand on his shoulder and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Hmm, oh yea. Fine.” he smiled his fake but well practiced smile at her.

I reached for the box Madeline had been carrying as she tried to pick it up. My arm brushed hers and I felt something there; an almost electrical shock, only without the pain.

“I got it.” I told her.

She smiled up at me, “Merci.”

I about fell apart at the seams when she said that in her cute little accented voice. We followed the rest of our friends to Samantha’s apartment in silence; a smile plastered on both our faces.