"You look like shit," a wonderful phrase to wake up to in the morning.
"So do you." I spit back, aggressively slamming the refrigerator door at my brother's words.
"No. I don't." He says smugly. Which only causes me to roll my eyes at his cockiness.
He's always been way taller and way more muscular than me. And adding those creepy turquoise glowing eyes that contrast his curly black hair. He's never had any trouble in the looks department.
Soon as people learn that someone as handsome as him has a twin sister, everyone is intrigued. A carbon copy of Rio, in girl form? Probably the most beautiful woman that has ever walked the earth.
Too bad it's furthest from the truth.
"oh, that's your twin sister? She looks nothing like you," This Is usually the reaction.
"We're fraternal." You know because identical twins require the same chromosomes. And last time I checked, I don't have a penis. But people aren't interested in the scientific. Just that Rio looks the way he does, and I'm just me. Different hair color, different eye color. Completely different.
There are similarities, but just not enough for people to think we're twins.
"Why are you up so early anyway?" He asks
I'm technically always up this early. Rio tends to sleep in much later than me. "Couldn't sleep."
More like, don't want to sleep. I don't want to dream. Too afraid of seeing that person in my dream again and what that all means.
On nights I have trouble turning off my thoughts, or taking cold medicine, the extra strength, extra drowsy kind, always does the trick. A terrible habit I have formed through the years. But oh well.
But I ran out of that last night, and going cold turkey to bed wasn't easy.
"The real question is, why are you up before noon on the weekend?"
"Picking dad up from the airport." His response is hesitant, almost as if he can feel me grimacing on the inside.
"Cabs exist." Also, a Personal assistant can do more than just sleep with the boss.
Dear ol' dad. All business, no time for family. He goes on enough business trips that he shouldn't bother Rio for a ride just because it's convenient. And besides, he has that luxury flat downtown, so it's an inconvenience for Rio. But the golden child will never say no to him.
"I know, but we're going to see mom...do you want to-"
"-can't." I cut him off. "Picked up an early shift. Gotta go." I put in my headphones and ran out the door before hearing anything else.
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One would think the opening shift at the movie theater is a lot less hectic than closing. But I have found it's further from the truth.
Screaming children who can't comprehend what it is to even go to the movies. Toddlers would rather eat the popcorn off the disgusting floor than watch whatever is on the screen. Senior citizens complain about their discounted tickets being too expensive. "Back in my day..."
No one made you come to the movies, Karen.
Another difference between night and day shifts is no ombré-haired person's snarky remarks. Instead of Kenma, the hiring manager is walking, no more running around like a headless chicken. Mr. Yoshida takes his job very seriously, which I can appreciate. An over compulsive cleaner, sanitizing every thirty minutes, a full hazmat suit when he has to clean, and he doesn't yell or belittle his employees, like the last manager. The only downfall, he is a complete and utter pushover. Not terrible, but it just means sometimes their responsibilities fall on me, which isn't my favorite.
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Fanfiction"He's the man of my dreams!" Not figuratively or in a sappy romance way, but literally. The handsome stranger appeared in my dream and guided me through the nightmarish loop. He's real? I must still be dreaming. A simple dream or a fated encounter t...
