Charlie Warner needed a cigarette. After the fight she and Finn had just had, she thought she deserved it. She stepped out on the front porch, lighting a smoke and watching the falling rain. Why had she been so foolish to think that Finn was ready for this news? They were just about to get married and move to New York for Christ sake. Now this bombshell she had dropped changed everything, and not necessarily for the better.

The tears from earlier started to slide down her cheeks again, but Charlie pushed them away. The rain was getting heavier when she saw a couple of figures coming from the dock. 'Who has the balls to sail over here in this rain?' she thought as they waved her way. Charlie walked over to the gate to let them in, throwing her soggy cigarette to the pavement. Both of the people were wearing yellow raincoats, a smart idea in this mess.

"Hi ma'am," One of them, a male, said loudly over the rain. The other, who was also a man smiled shyly.

"Hello. How can I help you?" Charlie mustered a sort of half smile.

"You're Charlotte Warner, right?" She nodded. "I'm Paul and this here is Tub-Peter," He gestured to his friend. "We're staying with the Nyes. Mrs. Nye sent us over for some eggs, she ran out while baking a cake. Could we perhaps borrow some?"

"Yeah, of course," Charlie unlocked the gate and the boys stepped in, following her up the driveway to the front door. "Why didn't Angie or Nick come? If you're their guests, you should be relaxing. Not sailing a mile in this shitty weather," She scoffed.

"Well Angie's got other guests to entertain. And Nick, Mr. Nye, he couldn't come this weekend because of a business conference," Peter explained.

That was funny, Charlie had seen Nick yesterday. He was the first person she told. But she dismissed the part of her sensing someone funny and led them inside.

"Excuse the mess," She said as they took off their white, some how completely spotless tennis shoes. "Finn, my fiancé, and I have had a rough day. Unpacking and putting everything back in their places, you know how it is."

"We completely understand." Paul still smiled that charming but sort of creepy smile.

"Who's there?" Finn peaked his scruffy, brown haired face into the entry way.

"This is Paul and Peter, they're staying with Nick and Angie. Or I guess just Angie…"

"Nice to meet you sir," Both poncho clad men waved.

"You too," Finn disappeared again.

"Anyways, you can give me your jackets and I'll put them to dry." Charlie held out her hand.

"You really don't have to-" Peter started.

"I insist." She smiled.

They both complied and took off their jackets. Charlie got a better look at them. They were both blonde, Peter's hair was a bit shaggier and darker than Paul who had his neatly cropped mid neck. Peter was slightly thicker than Paul, but not fat. And Paul had these striking blue eyes. But the most bizarre thing was that they were both dressed completely in white from their shorts, polo shirts and golfing gloves. They looked near perfect. But soon she'd find that this was not the case at all.