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VortoForgisto — Twin Dilemma - Chapter 1
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"How come Mom always puts you in charge when she goes to the store? You're like ... Two minutes older than me!" Jay complained as he stormed into the living room.“I'm more responsible is why,” Laura replied without glancing up from her magazine.
“If you're so 'responsible,' how come there's never any change when she leaves money for pizza? How come the car ends up with WAY more miles on it than a trip to the library?” Jay asked. Laura rolled her eyes.
“Because I have to leave a tip, and ...” she paused, getting flustered. “Y'know what? I don't have to take this!”
“Ha! Just wait until I have enough proof. Then Mom will know I'm more trustworthy than you,” Jay said.
An evil smile spread across Laura’s lips. “No. Then I get to send her the pictures of you going through her closet. Or the fact that you've got her black heels under your bed,” she pointed out.
Jay’s eyes went wide. “Hey! You pinky swore!”
Laura shrugged. “I don't negotiate with terrorists.”
Jay crossed his arms and stewed. "I wish I was a real girl. Then Mom would trust me," he whispered.
Laura rolled her eyes at the oft-repeated comment. “I doubt it.”
Jay began to pace the living room as he ranted. “Girls get all the breaks. Even online, girl characters get free stuff and plenty of offers to join teams. It's not fair.”
“Yeah, okay. Because it's totally worth everyone assuming you're too stupid to be good at anything,” Laura shot back.
Jay rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. You're plenty smart."
"I am. What sucks is that people assume that I'm less capable at cars and math, or that I'm helpless all the time. But hey! Free items in online games! Sounds like a great tradeoff," she responded.
Jay crossed his arms and glared at her. “You get plenty of other breaks. Who was that kid that always carried your books? Or when the bus driver backed up so you wouldn't have to step in that puddle.”
Laura lowered the magazine and glared back. "The point is I can carry my own books or go around a damn puddle. Besides, he only wanted to carry my books so he could sleep with me."
Jay looked perplexed. “But you didn't sleep with him. He carries your books. You DON'T sleep with him. You win. What's the big deal?"
Laura was getting steamed. "I didn't WANT him to carry my books! I don't want half of the world to think I'm weak and helpless, or that I somehow NEED help or to be coddled. And you think it's worth getting my ass kissed just for some insulting perks! Do you realize how INSULTING that is?!"
Jay still looked confused. “Who cares what other people think? You get the perks and move on, right?”
"It's clear you have NO idea what I'm talking about. You know what? This conversation is over. Mom left me in charge, deal with it," Laura said, storming out of the room.
"FINE!" Jay shouted back, falling down on the couch.
Laura tossed her bag across the room, but it was only to make noise to express her displeasure. She flopped onto her bed and sighed in irritation.
She laid back on her bed and opened her laptop to distract herself.
After a few minutes, her phone chirped. It was her online gaming friend Mal, who she sometimes felt was the only person who didn't treat her like a 'girl.'
Laura glanced at the door when she heard clacking. Likely Jay was prancing around in mom’s heels to try to get a rise out of her, or just trying to show some kind of backwards dominance. She ignored it and returned to her computer.
Laura signed resentfully.
She then took a moment to consider her options. Maybe she could let Jay have the responsibility he wanted so she could meet up with Mal? It would likely cost her an extra favor, but it would be nice to meet Mal in real life for once.
“Hey, Jay?” she started as she let herself into the room. Jay's room was empty. Looking around, she saw his regular clothes on the bed. On his dresser there was some recently used make-up. Checking under the bed, she found everything missing: Mom’s heels, the blonde wig, and those ridiculously large fake breasts he’d bought.
“JAY!?” she called out, searching the apartment. When there was no response, she noticed that her jacket and Jay’s keys were also missing. Great. He was out in drag and probably wearing one of her dresses.
Laura returned to her phone.
Ignoring the text, she pulled on her boots, stole Jay's black coat, grabbed her keys and rushed out of the apartment into the January cold.
There was no snow on the ground but it certainly smelled like an impending blizzard. Laura looked up and down the street and saw no one. Digging her hands into Jay's jacket pockets she found a tube of chapstick. Frustrated, she headed up the road in search of her brother.
Laura reached the intersection and glanced up and down the street as a bus went past. The cold was keeping most people indoors and it wasn't clear which way Jay might have gone. In this low light and considering the padding she now he possessed, he could easily pass for a woman. But once someone got him into better lighting, it was hard to say how well he'd pass, especially with that ridiculous Southern Accent he insisted on using as his femme voice.
Grumbling and breaking into a slow jog, Laura whipped out her phone and texted him.
As soon as she hit send, something buzzed in the coat’s inside pocket. It was Jay's phone. Great.
Up ahead, she saw two guys working on a car on the side of the road. One was under the hood while the other stood there with his hands under his armpits, stamping around the stay warm.
Laura jogged up to the car, panting slightly. "Excuse me, have you seen a ... a girl with puffy blonde hair come by here in a pale blue coat?" she asked the one standing by the car.
"Oh, yeah, she strode by here all right," the first man said.
"That your girlfriend, man?" he asked Laura. "She looked like she was pretty pissed."
Man? Laura shook her head without commenting. It was dark and she was wearing a heavy man's coat. Whatever. "No. My sister. Which way did she go?" she asked intently.
The guy thumbed farther up the road toward Debbie’s Diner. "She looked cold. I think she ducked in there."
"Hey, quit yapping! If you knew anything about car, we'd be done already," the one under the hood complained. Laura recognized the model of car he was working on.
"What'd, you break a belt or something?" she asked, moving closer.
"I think so," the guy said, straightening up and giving Laura a better view inside the hood. The problem was obvious to her trained eye.
"Yeah. Look - you're supposed to have a belt here." She indicated, leaning over to point at the offending portion of the engine. "All y'need is a wrench and a new fan belt. You can get 'em from the auto parts store about a half mile down the road."
"Well, damn. Hey, thanks, buddy. You ... ah ... Got a car? Hate to walk in this crap weather, youknowwhuti'msaying?" he said, chucking Laura on the shoulder.
"Sorry. I don't even have a learner's permit yet," she apologized before taking a couple steps away. "I gotta go find my sister, but good luck!"
"Oh, hey. No problem. Thanks for the help. Good luck finding your sister," he said, waving after her and then urging his friend back inside.
Laura nodded and jogged off towards the diner, hands back in her brother's pockets. "I'm gonna kill him," She grumbled under her breath.
The diner had only a few people inside. A curly redheaded waitress slipped out from behind the counter still holding a pot of coffee to greet her at the door.
"Booth or bar?" she asked hurriedly.
"I'm looking for a blonde girl wearing a pale blue jacket. She come in here?" Laura asked hurriedly, glancing around the diner for her errant sibling.
"Blonde ... Blue jacket ... Oh, yeah she's ... Huh. She was down at that corner booth. There's her hot chocolate. Maybe she's in the bathroom," the waitress said with a wave before moving back behind the counter to flirt with the bearded man in the plaid flannel.
"Thanks," Laura sighed, tromping off towards the end of the counter while peeling off Jay's jacket.
After waiting for a couple of minutes, Laura gritted her teeth and rubbed the bridge of her nose, glaring daggers at Jay's abandoned hot chocolate.
Eventually, the redhead came over with her notepad in hand. "Getcha anything, Hon?" she asked, seeming to have forgotten Laura's original question upon entering the establishment.
"No thanks. I just came in looking for my sister, is all," she explained with a small frown. "You said she was down here? With the hot cocoa? Remember?"
She glanced at the hot chocolate. "Uh huh. Well, if she's not here to pay for it, then it falls on you, Sweetie," she said, dropping the check and moving away.
"Oh for fu ..." Laura patted down her jeans, then her coat, and realized that she didn't have a dime on her. Taking a deep breath, Laura pulled her phone out and dialed in Mom's number. She wasn't about to get the cops called for dashing out on Jay's bill, even if she'd get in trouble for letting him disappear without his phone.
"Hello, Dear! Is everything okay?" Mom chirped. Laura could hear the sound of the register beeping in the background.
"Jay ran off," Laura said, coming right out with the problem. "I went to go find 'im, and some guys said he'd gone into Debbie's, but he ran out on the tab and I'm stuck here without my wallet or anything."
"Ran off? What?" Mom insisted. "For Pete's sake, Laura. I thought I could trust you. Where is he now? Did you try is phone?" she asked. She heard the rustle of bags, the opening of automated doors and then the sound of wind.
"I don't know! I don't know where he is, but he has my blue jacket and I've got his, and his phone's in it!" Laura explained, trying her best to keep calm in the face of maternal disapproval.
"Oh, geez. How could you let this happen?" Mom said, starting up the car. "Has anyone seen him? Why did he run off?"
"W-We got into an argument," Laura answered with a shuddering breath, trying to keep calm and stoic; her usual M.O. when faced with adversity.
"The waitress saw him and that's why I'm here. But ... I think he's... Dressed up, again," she explained reluctantly. Jay's crossdressing was something Laura didn't discuss with ‘anyone,’ but she had no illusions that their attentive mother had long ago pieced together that her makeup and clothes hadn't been disappearing into the custody of her tomboy daughter.
Mom was silent for a long time. Laura heard the car speeding up and slowing down for traffic. "He can't have gone far. See what else you can find out at the diner. I'll be there soon," she finally said before hanging up.
Laura nodded pointlessly, slipping her phone into her pocket alongside Jay's. With little to do but wait until Mom arrived, she rubbed her arms and looked around for somebody who looked like they might be able to help.
The redhead was flirting with the bearded man at the counter again. There was an elderly couple seated in another booth across from her. Near end of the counter was a young man in dirty coveralls.
The redhead was useless. Airhead. Which left the elderly couple and some guy. Leaving Jay's coat in the chair by his abandoned hot cocoa, Laura moved over to the old couple, clearing her throat politely. "Uhm - excuse me," she started.
The old woman didn't seem to notice her and kept eating her soup. The old man with a neatly trimmed gray mustache glanced up. "Our food's fine, thanks," he said.
"I-I'm not," Laura sighed quietly, shoulders slumping. With her blustery determination diminished, her old friend social anxiety was sweeping in like a thunderstorm. Muttering an apology, Laura stepped backwards and away from the couple, rubbing her neck and trying to figure out what to do besides look unsure of herself.
Laura bumped the man in the coveralls. "Oops," she said, feeling somewhat responsible for getting in her way somehow. He noticed the concerned look on her face.
"Hey, you all right?" he asked.
Laura waved her hands in front of herself, sort of universal surrender. "I-I'm fine, I'm just trying to find my s-sister," she explained, taking a step back to try and avoid an awkward situation; Like having run headlong into some guy because she couldn't watch where she was going.
The guy glanced toward the booth where the hot cocoa had gone cold and the gray jacket was sitting. "You mean the blonde?" he asked.
"Y-yeah! Her!" Laura exclaimed in surprise, eyes lighting up. "Did you see where she went?"
The guy rubbed the back of his neck and pondered the question. "I saw her come in, get seated. She winked at me at least once. Then she went to ..." he glanced toward the bathroom.
"Oh, she must have left with that mailman," he said, indicating an empty seat at the far end of the bar.
"She WHAT?" Laura barked, before grasping the sides of her head in near panic. "Oh no, oh no, this is terrible. Mom's gonna KILL me," she complained, sinking into an empty booth.
The guy stood and moved over, squatting in front of her. "Hey, hey. Don't freak out. What's the big deal? Can't she take care of herself?" he asked.
"I was supposed to watch her, and we got in a fight about maturity, and now she's left with some guy?" Laura complained, shifting her glasses so she could rub her eyes. "We're only sixteen! S-she could be in real trouble! And without her phone..."
The man blinked. "She was sixteen?" he said in a tone that indicated he didn't quite believe it. Jay's 'enhancements' made him bigger in certain places.
"Okay. How about I help you look for her," he said, standing and offering a hand.
"I can't go anywhere,” she said. “My mom's coming to get me so we can look, and Ja ... Jasmine ran out on her tab."
The guy looked at the cocoa then whistled to the redhead. "Nina! I got this," he said, pointing to the abandoned mug. She nodded and returned to the the bearded guy.
"Okay, you stay here and wait for your mom. I'll circle the block. Maybe they're still close?" he offered.
Laura nodded and swallowed hard. "Maybe ... Thanks for your help," she mumbled.
He stood and smiled. "No problem," he said, rolling out the door where a light snow was starting to fall.
With a quiet sigh, Laura returned to the booth and waited for her mother to arrive. There was no way she'd be able to hang out with Mal, now.
A few minutes later, her phone vibrated.
Laura pulled her phone out and sighed. Speak of the devil.
> she sent.There was no response. About a minute later, the redhead came over, sneered at Laura and took away the cold cocoa. Laura shrank under Nina's sneer, not sure what she'd done to deserve such derision.
Mom walked in and glanced around a frantically. Laura sprang sprang up from the booth and ran into her arms. Mom was clearly happier to see Laura than she was mad. She cradled the girl for a moment, then got to the point.
"Okay, who was the last one to see him?" she asked.
"There was a big guy in a j-jump suit, I think he was a mechanic. He said Jay left with ... with a mailman!" Laura reported unhappily. "Mom, what if something happens to Jay!? It'll be all m-my fault!"
"Mailman? It's okay, honey. We'll find him, okay?" she said. She looked around and her eyes landed on Nina.
"Miss! Did you see a mailman leave with a young ... girl?" she asked.
"Huh? I don't know. She came in, she ordered a cocoa, and she skipped out," Nina said, glancing where the mailman had been seated. "She might have, I guess. At least Milton paid his check."
"Milton? He's our mailman," Mom said, glancing at Laura curiously.
Laura shank slightly and gave Nina a mild frown in return for the sneer she'd received earlier. "Out mailman's name is 'Milton'?" Laura remarked in surprise. She glanced after Nina and leaned in close to her mother.
"I already asked her," Laura whispered into her mom's ear. "She's an airhead. Totally didn't help me, and kept giving me dirty looks."
Mom gave Nina a follow-on glare after Laura's whispered comments. Just as she was about to snap at the waitress, the door jingled and the guy in coveralls came back in, looking out of breath. He saw Laura.
"I didn't see her around the block," he gasped.
Mom gave up on Nina and pulled Laura back near the door. "I'm going to drive around and look. You head home. Maybe Jay is there?" she said. The man stepped a little closer.
"Maybe I’ll see you home? Just to make sure," he suggested, moving to her side.
"It's not that far. I mean, I jogged here," Laura explained quietly, knowing that there wasn't much she could do to save face at this point. Mom already had one kid missing, she wasn't about to risk another one to catastrophe.
Mom gave the guy a curious glance, but seemed to appreciate his politeness and offered protection. “Yes, thank you, young man.”
“Josh,” he amended, offering her his hand.
Laura picked up Jay's coat and slipped it on. She then stuffed her hands into the pockets and sighed quietly, wishing she could have just had a nice, quiet night with her computer rather than an argument with her impulsive twin that'd led to this farce.
With Josh in tow, Laura sulked out the door. "Call me when you find Jay?" she asked her mother hopefully. Mom gave Laura a stern gaze.
"’You’ call me when ‘you’ get home," she replied, getting into her car. Mom then drove off away from the apartment as Josh followed by Laura's side.
As they walked up the block in silence, Laura glanced at Josh a couple of times. At five-foot ten-inches, she was the same height as he was. He seemed to be glancing around still looking for her brother. At least he wasn’t checking her out or anything.
They approached her apartment building and Laura paused on the steps.
"Thanks for your help, Josh," the lanky girl said as she unlocked the door.
Josh came up on a step but hesitated. "No problem. Um ... Say, do you play basketball?” he asked.
Laura paused. Seems he did have the balls to ask her out while she was worried about her missing twin.
“Me and the guys have a game at the community center on Saturdays ... If you're interested," he said nervously.
Laura blinked. “Well, not really, but ...” she said.
Josh nodded. "Oh, well, nevermind. Good luck finding your sister," he said, stepping off and returning his hands to his pockets.
Laura nodded and returned the wave. She wasn't very good at basketball, but it might be worth sliding down for a boring Saturday afternoon. The door to the building latched behind her, and she jogged up the stairs to the apartment.
As she moved inside, she heard laughter coming from the living room. Stepping in she saw the blonde-headed Jay sitting on the couch opposite a shaggy blonde person. Jay noticed her and glanced up.
"Oh! There you are Laura. I was just ... You have a guest," the crossdresser said in a Southern accent. He looked rather convincing with the blonde wig, prominent breasts and turtleneck dress. The other person stood up and turned happily to face Laura.
"Laura?" It was a girl, and she looked like a six-foot-tall gymnast. She moved around the couch and approached Laura.
“It’s me, Mal!” she said.
Laura was stunned. The online gaming friend she'd known for over a year, and whom she’d been certain was a guy, was a girl.
There were several things wrong with what was going on right now, and to address them one at a time would be a pain in the ass, to be sure. Not to mention, it'd make her look like a huge bitch.
"Hi, Mal. How'd you find my house?" Laura asked plainly. After all, she’d never given up her address. What if Mal had shown up while Mom was here? She'd be furious.
Speaking of Mom. Laura pulled Jay's phone from her pocket and tossed it to her twin.
"Call Mom," was her simple instruction. Jay moved into the kitchen before dialing the phone.
Mal smiled cheerfully, giving Laura a big hug. "Surprise!” she said.
Laura frowned and returned the hug awkwardly. Oh boy, social anxiety and too many things going on at once.
"Not that I'm not glad to meet you, Mal, but you're not answering my question," Laura pointed out.
"Oh, yeah. I ... pieced it together. Your school mascot. The diner on the corner. The old truck parked out front. Once I knew the block, then I just had to find your name on the buzzer. Jas let me in," she said, glancing after Jay. "We just got to talking. I should have texted you again."
That was mildly creepy, but her own fault for being loose with information. Laura adjusted her glasses and then rubbed her arm, stepping back. "Right. I'm sorry, but this is kind of a crappy night," Laura explained.
Mal took Laura's hands. "I know. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't pass up this chance. I mean ... You're like ... My best friend!" she chirped. She was a bit more girly in person.
Mal glanced back toward the kitchen where Jay could be heard talking with Mom. "Look, I don't want to get you in trouble though. Maybe, tomorrow?" she asked.
"Tomorrow is way better," Laura agreed with a relieved sigh, tension melting out of her shoulders. "I'll wake up early and call you. Okay?"
"Kewl! If we get on League of Legends while we're side-by-side, we'll be unstoppable," she remarked. "I can probably sneak away from the 'rents sometime in the afternoon? Meet up at a cafe with good wifi?"
"Uh, yeah. Sounds like a plan," Laura agreed. Although, here in the suburbs, the closest they were going to get good wifi as likely Debbie's Diner. Hope they didn't have to deal with that ginger-headed bitch.
"I'll give you a call," Laura promised, sending her friend off with a half-hug and a smile.
Jay drifted out of the kitchen, done with the phone and looking haggard. "Bye, Jas, and thanks!" Mal said with a wave as she departed. Jay waved back weakly.
Laura closed the door and then turned her angry attention on her twin. Jay lowered his eyes under her gaze and shuffled in Mom's heels.
Laura set her jaw, clenched her fists at her side, and then took a deep breath. She didn't want to yell at him; She didn't like yelling. She rarely let her anger show; Especially to family. Besides, he'd get his from Mom, and then she'd get hers for letting it happen. Snatching her coat off of the back of the couch, Laura stormed off to her room.
She didn't have anything to say to him right now. Slamming her door, she made it clear she wanted to be left alone.
It was very quiet until Mom got home. She could hear her hysterical voice as soon as the door opened, but it quickly got quiet again.
A few minutes later there was a timid rapping at her door. "Laur? Mom wants to see you," came Jay's voice.
He was still in the wig and dress, but had removed the heels. He led her back toward the kitchen where Mom was waiting. Laura tromped into the kitchen with all the enthusiasm of a convict going off to the chair. This wasn't going to be fun.
Mom was nursing a raspberry cooler and her eyes were still smeared from tears. She looked about five years older.
"Laura. How long have you known about Jay's ... activities?" she asked. Laura glanced at Jay and shifted from foot to foot.
"Not long," she lied. She didn't know what Jay had told her, and didn't want to get him in trouble, when she'd known about it for ... Well, likely as long as he'd been doing it. They WERE twins.
"I've had my suspicions for a few months now, as he's clearly been getting more daring. I just ... wish one of you had told me sooner. I need to think about what to do next. If Jay truly wants to ... well, I just hope you can support him ... Her. Ugh," she said, taking another drink.
"Can you two at least get the groceries out of the car ... Please?" she asked wearily.
Laura was quick to reply with a polite “Yes'm.” Mom stood and padded to her room as Jay moved to the door and sat down to put on his boots.
Laura was right beside him pulling on her boots. She didn't say anything to him yet; she was still upset with him. Even more so now for putting mom in such a state. This was all his fault. He’d been so selfish! So Immature!
That she was harboring a grudge to make him come crawling back with apologies didn't strike her as immature at all. Nope.
Jay stayed silent as they proceeded downstairs. He still carried himself like a girl and seemed strangely unashamed in his current attire. As they both started upstairs with an armload of groceries, he finally whispered, “Sorry,” as they reached the landing.
Laura gave him an imperious look to determine if the apology was genuine.
She decided it was. "I know," was her reply. That was her way of communicating that she was still upset, but his apology had been accepted. She'd calm down in her own time.
Jay nodded and they proceeded to the kitchen to silently put away the groceries. Mom was still in her room. When they were done, Jay glanced around uncertainly but then padded to his own room. A few minutes later Laura would find her dress hanging on her doorknob on a hanger.
Laura tossed the dress in her hamper. Not that she figured Jay got it all that dirty or anything, but just out of habit. Looking around her room, she picked up her phone and sighed. There were two more texts from Mal. But Laura deciding that none of the night's options really appealed to her. She'd lost her desire to play games.
Instead, she went across the hall to Jay's room and lightly knocked twice. She then cracked the door open so he'd know who it was. She expected to find him laying in bed on his laptop, or watching TV or something.
He was on his bed with his laptop. He had removed the dress and wig, but was still wearing the falsies under a T-shirt. He pulled his earbuds out as she entered and tapped the spacebar to stop the video he was watching.
"Hey," he said quietly, avoiding eye contact.
"Hey," Laura replied quietly, slipping into his room. She closed the door behind him and climbed into her twin's bed, laying her head on his shoulder. As angry as Laura had been, between the argument and the delay of her plans with Mal, she'd been honestly worried about him. What if he’d gotten hurt, or lost, or really, really embarrassed if somebody saw through the disguise. Thankfully he was alright. Aside from the tongue-lashing from mom and maybe a grounding, she was relieved.
"Mal's a girl," he finally muttered, then cracked a light smile.
"I noticed. I think she's taller than I am, too," Laura replied handily, closing her eyes and snuggling against her twin.
"She's six-foot even. I asked. Did she ... Notice?" He asked. "I told her I was Jasmine, and she didn’t bat an eye while we talked."
"I dunno," Laura admitted, closing her eyes comfortably. "She seemed pretty good at figuring out stuff. Like where we lived. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew the truth."
Jay seemed a little disheartened by that news, but changed the subject. "You two meeting up while she's in town?"
"Yeah. We're gonna try and meet up to play League tomorrow afternoon," Laura explained absently. "I dunno how it's gonna go. She seemed a little creepy, if you ask me."
"Creepy? You guys are like inseparable online,” he pointed out.
"Yeah, but then she tracked me down to our house with a couple of clues; and showed up when I told her I was having a family emergency," Laura pointed out.
Jay glanced away for a moment. "I think she really likes you," he said.
Laura opened her eyes and glanced up at her twin, wondering if she'd been sensing subtext that wasn't there.
"I mean ... Like you, like you," he said, raising his eyebrows.
Laura sat up and fixed her glasses. "You think so?" she asked, somewhat less certain.
Jay nodded. "I mean, she went through some long lengths to find you; came down here; took quite a risk. She was so eager for you to get home. I would have texted you but ... Sorry," he said again, returning to how much of this was his fault.
"I guess," Laura sighed, laying back again. She wasn't sure how to handle that information. She wasn't even sure if Jay's instincts were on point or not, but he tended to be better with people than she was.
“So what the heck happened to you out there?” she finally asked. Jay lowered his eyes a bit.
“I just ... I wanted to be a girl for a little while. In public. Just to see if I could do it,” he explained.
“I got cold quick so I ducked into the diner. Everything was going really well for a bit. The waitress didn’t notice. This guy at the bar winked at me. I was feeling really good. But then ... ” he paused.
“Milton?” Laura confirmed. Jay nodded.
“I was walking across the room to play something on the jukebox and he said ‘Hi, Laura.’ I glanced at him, and when he saw my face, he ... Just ... Knew. I got so embarrassed and rushed out. But he followed me. Stopped me. He said I looked really good. Seems he ... Does stuff like this himself,” he said.
Laura was stunned by the revelation.
“He offered me a ride home and we talked for a bit. He said I had to figure out what I wanted to get out of this,” he said, indicating his adjusted figure.
They sat there in silence for a moment, just breathing.
"What a mess," the lanky girl finally said, rolling onto her side and pulling Jay's pillow to her chest.
“Yeah,” Jay said, lowering his eyes.
After another pause, Jay shifted so they could fit more comfortably on the poorly-named 'twin-size' bed. He seemed to be building up courage to tell her something more. Then he did.
"I'm ... I think ... I wanna stay a girl."
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Comments: 4
Just a small critique, the twin bed is named that because you usually have more than one in a bedroom, as opposed to a double bed or a queen bed or a king bed. So it's a bed that is itself a twin rather than a bed meant for two people.
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Understood. So what if I said 'ironically-named' instead. I know at twin bed isn't designed for two people. The intent is to play off the name since they're twins.
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I really like the story, It's well written and you can easily set yourself in the characters places I really hope there comes a second chapter at a time. The only bad thing is that it is abit long, I think it would work better if you had made 2 chapters
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Thanks for the feedback. Glad you liked it!
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