Chapter Two: ❝ Do you need a selfie to compare faces? ❞

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Chapter Two: ❝ Do you need a selfie to compare faces? ❞

SHE HAD CURLY DARK BROWN HAIR that fell on her shoulders

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SHE HAD CURLY DARK BROWN HAIR that fell on her shoulders. Darker shades of brown were her eyes. And her lips, they were beige pink and chapped, nearly blending with her light melanin skin. Looking at her, it was hard to not think that I was looking into a mirror, except I would never wear a shirt with that many coffee stains.

How could this stranger look so much like me though? Wait, dad couldn't have sired another child without my knowledge, could he? I mean, it would explain why my allowance got cut last month. But no, that's ridiculous. I was definitely just hallucinating from all the expired yogurt I ate for breakfast. 

I stood there in confusion until she broke the silence with a sassy attitude. 

"Are you done staring at me like a creep or do you need a selfie to compare faces?" She rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee. "Just give me back my Doritos, my coffee is getting cold." Her voice was stern and carefree.

It was almost unbelievable how much she sounded like me, only that I usually smiled while talking and she didn't. In fact, she sounded like she was going to tie me up the next second and feed me to the neighbor's dogs. 

Her lips kept moving, she was saying something but all I could focus on was how much we had in common. I stared at her, taking in every detail. From the way she facepalmed to the way she held the cup of coffee in her hands, everything about her was a mirror image of myself, but with a colder and less approachable demeanor.

"Can't you hear me? I said give me back my Doritos you piece of shit." She aggressively snatched the bag of chips from my hand, snapping me back to reality.

Suddenly, I started feeling some hot liquid trail down my stomach and when I looked down, I saw that she had spilled some of her coffee on my shirt. 

You've got to be kidding me.

"Okay, no thank you, I don't want my shirt looking like yours. A-And who let you in anyway? And what do you want?"

She just gave me a deadly glare and hissed, "I don't have to answer any of your stupid questions. And of course that old man hasn't told you yet; we're twin sisters and I live here now."

I don't have a twin sister. This has got to be a joke.

"Dad!" I yelled, my voice echoing through the house. "What did you do?" I demanded, still unable to believe what was happening.

As my dad walked into the living room, a sly grin spread across his face. "Surprise," he said, chuckling to himself. 

What the hell was happening? First, new neighbors, now, a "twin sister" whom I was just finding out about after 16 years? 

"You've got to be shitting me, Dad." 

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Ding-Dong.

"Doorbell, I'll get it." My dad jumped excitedly pacing towards the door.

It was some minutes past seven and as planned earlier, the Hughs were coming over for dinner. I was seated in the dinning room and my twin sister who I now knew was called Lucy sat directly opposite me.

First Mr. Hugh walked in, "Hey, how are you girls?" He greeted enthusiastically and plopped on a seat beside Lucy.

I responded with a smile and a nod while Lucy was just focused on her phone, completely ignorant of everything going on around her.

Next, the hazel-eyed boy walked in, followed by his older brother who had regular dark brown eyes.

I tried to not stare for too long, I did that once to a guy and he ended up thinking I was having a seizure. But damn, these Hugh brothers were fine.

And their scent, a mixture of spice and wood, was to die for, even Lucy looked up from her phone and gave them a once-over before shrugging and going back to her screen.

I was expecting Mrs. Hugh to walk in right after, but there was no sign of her. 

If she didn't show up for dinner, it would be the perfect opportunity to poke fun at my dad, knowing full well that he only suggested this dinner because of his crush on her. But before I could start making jokes, I had to confirm her absence first.

In my excitement, I unknowingly grabbed the hand of the hazel-eyed boy, who looked at me with confusion at first. But then he flashed a smile and said, "Hey there, Scarlett, right?"

I replied, "Yeah, and you must be Scott," Hoping my guess was correct, but of course, I was wrong.

"I'm Jason, actually," he corrected me, looking a bit bewildered. "My brother's Scott. Is everything okay? You're holding my hand pretty tightly." 

I chuckled nervously and quickly released his hand, not bothering to explain my mistake. Instead, I blurted out, "So, is your mom not coming tonight?"

"Um, yeah, she is, I-I thought she was right behind-" He took a few steps back to check the door for her and I leaned in, craning my neck to see if I could spot her.

And there she was, in the midst of an intense conversation with my dad. They were disturbingly close to each other. Gosh, dad, could you not do this with the new neighbour's wife!?

I looked back at Jason and we just chuckled at the sight. He sauntered over and sat next to me. I wanted to look at him again but that would be too much looking for one night so instead, I looked back at the door where my dad was nearly nose-kissing Mrs. Hugh. They were practically nose-to-nose, and I could swear I saw some steam rising between them.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion and I just couldn't resist shouting at my dad, "Hey, come on in! The food's not getting any warmer, and our guests are hungry!"

"Give me a minute, will ya!?" My dad hollered back.

I rolled my eyes and turned away from the door, chuckling under my breath.

Haha, I had so much fun writing this scene. Thanks for reading and I appreciate all your votes and comments!

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