I Never Needed You

Chapter 2

Charity yawned and searched her bag for her cell phone. She had just got done unpacking some of her clothes in the dresser that was in the guest room that she was to be using at the Sinclair house, and now she had to find her phone so that she could call Kim. "Dammit! Where in the world did I put that thing! I just saw it!" she groaned as she dumped out her bag and went through the stuff. It wasn't there.

"Ugh!" she groaned again and plopped herself onto the floor on her butt.

"Having troubles?" a soft voice asked from the open doorway, causing Charity to stop glaring at the room and look over towards the voice.

"Just a few of them. I can't find my cell phone," Charity told her. This must be Christian's twin, she thought as she looked at the girl who had to be around her age. She had the same light brown hair - although hers was longer, and the same gray eyes as he did. Her body was more pitete than Christian's, but she still looked a lot like her brother. "You must be Dianna," Charity said as she got up from the floor and walked over to the girl. "I'm Charity."

"Nice to meet you," Dianna smiled at her and looked past Charity's frame and looked at the room. "You want help finding your phone?"

"Sure. As long as I find it in time not to be murdered by my best friend," Charity laughed, then turned to look at the room. "I'm not even sure if I have the thing on."

"Well, there goes the call it to find it plan," Dianna laughed and walked over to the bed to see if Charity had thrown it on the bed as she was unpacking.

Within ten minutes the two girls had managed to throw everything in the middle of the bed, and still not find the cell phone. "This is not right," Charity groaned as she looked at the pile of clothes, books, suitcases, shoes, and toiletries that were stacked on the bed. Her cell phone had to be somewhere under all that. She knew it.

"What in the hell?" Christian asked as he started to walk by the room, but back tracked when he noticed the pile in the middle of the bed. "Nice method of unpacking," he smirked as he leaned against the doorjamb. "But where are you going to sleep?"

"On the floor I guess," Charity said as she eyed the pile warily, expecting it to grow larger or something.

"Have fun. The floors are pretty hard. Believe me, I know," Dianna laughed and looked over at her brother. "I see that you've finally decided to brighten everyone's day with your presence," she smiled, then started to help Charity go back through the pile on the bed.

"Hey! I was up before you were! So don't go saying anything!" Christian defended himself and watched as Charity shook out a piece of clothing and then threw it over her shoulder. The pants landed on the chair that was next to the closet, and started to slide off and onto the floor.

"Yeah, but then you came back home and did what? Fell right back to sleep. So technically you slept in longer than anyone else." Dianna argued.

"No I didn't. I came home slept, took a shower and got dressed."


"So, therefore I didn't sleep for all of the past 3 hours that I've been home," Christian declared, and grinned as he saw a flash of metal fly through the air in the pocket of the hoodie that she had been wearing at the airport.

"Whatever," Dianna sighed, knowing her brother was right, and not wanting to admit it. "What in the world are you after?" she demanded as she looked up to see her brother making his way slowly through the stuff on the floor.

"I take it that you two are looking for this?" he asked as he bent down and picked up the silver flip phone that was on the floor now.

"My hero!" Charity grinned as she ran over to him, not minding what she was stepping on, and hugged him hard before she took the phone from him. "Thank you so much! I'm no longer a dead person!" she cheered happily as she turned the phone on and pushed the number two speed dial.

"Thank you for helping," She said as she smiled at Dianna, who nodded, and smiled at the look on her brothers face. So he already has a thing for Charity huh? This should be fun. "You're welcome."

"Is Kim there?" Charity asked as Mrs. Hanson answered the phone.

"No, she's still sleeping, and she told me that if you were to call, that she'd call you back later."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome."

Charity hung up the phone and stared at it before she stuck her tongue out at it. "All that work just so she could call me back?" she pouted, then set the phone on the nightstand next to the bed. There was no way she was going to lose that again.

"You have any plans for today?" Christian asked as he made his way over to the bed and laid on it, his hands folded behind his head as he looked at Charity. She was standing in the middle of all of her mess on one side of the bed with her hands on her hips, glaring at the clothes and other things that were scattered to all hell and back, as if that would make them pack themselves away.

"No. I don't start recording until Sunday morning," she told him with a sigh as she sat down on the floor - well technically a book that was on the floor, and began to fold her clothes so that she could put them in the closet or dresser.

"Cool. I'm going out with some of my friends in a few hours. Did you maybe want to go with us? I think that Di's going too…and her crazy friend Alyssa," he added as an after thought with a roll of his eyes. "She reminds me of someone from a movie the way she is now, but I can't remember who," he said, then shook his head.

"Sure. If I get this all put away by then," she answered him with a sigh. "I hate packing and unpacking. They need to invent something so that people don't have to do so."

"Well, if you're successful enough, you're going to be doing a lot of that packing and unpacking," Christian laughed and got off the bed as he heard his father call his name. "So you might as well get used to it now, don't you think?"

"No." Charity laughed, her blue eyes twinkling as she looked up at him and smiled. "Maybe I'll just hire my younger brother to do it all for me. That way I get to relax while he's doing the packing. After all, that's why my parents had him."

"To do your packing?" he laughed as he stopped at the door to look back at her.

"No. To do whatever I tell him to do…although he hasn't mastered the art of listening to me just yet," she said with a frown as she thought of her younger brother Antonio. She was a lot closer to Antonio's twin, Derek for some reason, and Antonio had taken upon himself to try his best to make Charity's life a living hell, but regardless of that, she still loved the little creep.

"Good luck. I'll see if you're still alive in a little bit," Christian told her as he walked out and went to find his father.

Charity sighed and pouted. At least when he had been in there she at least had someone to keep her company as she did her chore, but now that he left, she was left to be bored, and clean, something she hated. "Bastard," she muttered darkly as she continued to pile her clothes up. "But a damn cute bastard," she laughed, and got up to bring some of her clothes over to the closet to hang them up.


"You called?" Chris asked as he found his father in the studio, which was located down a set of stairs that were located when you walked through a door in the kitchen, and down some stairs.

"I need to have a talk with you," Jacob sighed as he turned away from the sound board where he was mixing some music for tomorrow, and looked at his son. He waited until Christian made himself comfortable on the couch before he started what he had to say. "Charity is going to be here for a while, and I know that you're attracted to her, like a lot of guys probably will be, but Chris, her parents are trusting us to keep her safe while she's down here. I'm not saying that you can't form some kind of relationship with her. I know that if I do say that, it won't help anything. I mean, you'll be 18 in a few weeks, so I can't stop you. I just want you to be careful with her Chris. And don't do anything in the house. Please respect our wishes on that," Jacob demanded as he stared at his son, who was in fact actually listening to him.

"You were actually a lot easier on me than I thought that you would be. I figured that there'd be some forbidding in there somewhere," Christian smiled as he sat up. "Don't worry, Dad, nothing will happen in the house, and I'll be careful with her."

"Good." Jacob nodded, satisfied. He did what he could. It wasn't like the two of them weren't going to be 18 soon, Chris's brithday just a couple of weeks away, on November 21, and Charity's on December 30.

"I'm going to go get something to eat, I'll talk to you later," Chris said as he got up and started to walk towards the stairs that would lead him up to the kitchen.

"Tell me when you plan on leaving, so that I know," Jacob called out just before his son disappeared behind the door.

"Okay!" was the muffled reply that he got.


Two hours later, Charity's room was back to the original state it had been it before she had got there, and she was freshly showered and clothed. Realizing that it was warmer in San Diego than it had been in Indiana, Charity was glad that she had brought some cooler clothes with her. Satisfied that she wouldn't bake in the light blue hip hugger pants, and the white on black layered Billabong shirt, Charity brushed her hair into a messy pony, and simply added mascara to her eyelashes before she started to put on her usual bracelets. The one leather studded one that when on her right arm, and the colored plastic ones that went on her left arm. Charity sneezed from some of the hair that had managed to tickle her nose as she was putting it up, and walked out into the room to find a belt that she wanted to wear. She had a tiny fetish with belts. Deciding on a white one white black star studs in three rows all the way around, Charity slipped it on, and went about finding shoes. After a short debate, she finally just agreed on wearing black flip flops.

Just as she was about to go get her phone and slip it in her pocket someone knocked at her door. "Come in!" she yelled as she walked over to where her phone was charging and slipped it in her back pocket after making sure that the battery was somewhat full. Her parents were supposed to be calling her to talk to her about something, and she didn't want to get in trouble for not answering her phone.

"Hey, I was just checking to make sure that the clothes didn't strangle you or anything," Chris smirked as he checked her out. Odd as it was, they were practically wearing the same things. He had on a pair of light blue baggy jeans, held up by a black and silver studded belt, and a black long sleeved shirt.

"No, I had to lay down the law with a few of them though. They just didn't want to be folded, and made their protests known to me," she smiled and turned around to look at him. "You look wonderful," he told her, then immediately looked at the floor. Shit, I didn't mean to tell her that!

"Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself," she told him. You shouldn't have told him that! her mind scolded her. You're not supposed to be looking you dummy!

"Are you ready?" he asked her as he watched her eyes widen, then narrow. She was an odd person, that was for sure. But he liked odd. Or at least he did now.

"Sure," she said as she walked towards him. "Where are we going anyways?" she asked and followed him down the stairs towards the front door.

"To the beach for a while, then probably the races that are being held tonight," he told her as he grabbed his keys out of his pockets and yelled for his sister.

"Races?" Charity asked, a grin coming over her face. She was a racing baby, and every time she could get to a race. drag or professional, she was there. She loved them. All thanks to her fathers influence. But it was so much more fun to be the one racing.

"Yeah," Chris told her, then looked over towards where she was leaning against the corner of the wall next to the door. "You like races?" he asked after he made sure that the feet on the stairs was his sisters'.

"Do I like races?" she asked with wide eyes. "No, I just grew up with one of the most well known names in racing to simply hate anything to do with cars," she said sarcastically before she threw up her hands and shook her head. "Of course I like racing!" she told him and shook her head in a way that seemed as if she was pitying Christian for his thoughts.

"Ah," Chris smirked. He knew how she grew up, but he just didn't know if she liked racing or not. But he had a feeling that he and she were going to have a lot in common. Especially if she loved racing. Now if she loved skating and surfing as much as he did, he would have found the single most perfect woman on the world for him.

"Are you two ready?" Dianna asked as she stopped before them.

"We've been waiting for you," Chris told her as he opened the door and waited for the two girls to head out before he closed and locked it. He had already told his father that they were leaving, so he didn't have to worry about that anymore.

Christian ran and caught up with the girls, who were almost at his Chevy Tahoe and smiled.

He for some reason couldn't wait until the races tonight. It was going to be an adventure watching it with Charity around for some reason.

Authors Notes:

Here you all go! Hope you like it! Review please!