Hey, Angel. (Ashton's missing twin)

Chapter Four. [edited!]

|Angel (Angela)|

"You sure you wanna do this?" It's the next morning and Alex and I got up for school but, in light of the fact that I'm a mess, we've decided to stay home. I just can't stand not knowing, so I told her I wanted to stay at hers today and try to figure this thing out together.

"Yeah, I just can't look at anyone when I don't even know if I'm really me." I answer.

"Ange, that didn't make any sense." She shook her head lightly. "You're still you, no matter what."

"You know what I mean Al, what if I'm not the person I've always thought I was? I could be someone completely different, a different name even. I just can't interact with anyone until I know for sure. What if I'm not even meant to be here? I could be from some other state for all we know, country even."

"Okay... Well you have to talk to your mom eventually. Besides, everything's probably fine." She shrugs.

"I know. I just want to try to figure it out myself first, I don't want to break her heart if I'm being stupid. What if I call her and tell her I'm sick and staying at yours for the day? Think she'll believe it?"

"She shouldn't because you're with me on a school day, but you've never lied before so she'll probably believe it."

"Right." I nod, "I'm gonna do that, it's better then having her yell at me because I played hooky." I take my phone off the charger and call my mom from her contact, she picks up on the second ring.

"Hi honey, is everything okay?" I'll have to use my morning voice to my advantage for this.

"Hi mom," I start, while forcing my voice to be more gravelly then usual. "I'm feeling ill, I think it would be best for me to stay in bed at Al's today. Is that okay? I just don't think I can handle getting up, let alone going to school." I say smally, adding a cough for good measure.

"Oh honey, are you sure you don't want me to come get you?"

"I think I'd just get sick in the car."

"Okay hon, if you're sure. I'll check in on you when I'm out of work tonight, alright?"

"Mhm, love you mum."

"Love you too, my little angel." My small smile fades as I hang up, thinking about how sickening it would be if I'm not actually hers. I look to Al and she pulls our laptops out and onto the bed, handing me mine.

"So, where do we start? I mean how do I find out who I am, or if I'm not who I am?" I ask.

"Not sure..." Al trails off and her brows furrow at something on her screen. "Have you heard of the band 5 Seconds of Summer?"

"Yeah... I think so. They're an Aussie band right? I heard One Direction talking about them on the radio the other day, they had them as opening acts or something. Sarah was talking about them at school too I think." I answered, while pulling up Google on my laptop. My fingers rest on the  keys dumbly, I'm stumped on what I should even begin to search for when I hear Al giggle.

"The oldest guy in the band looks like you!" She clicks on something. "Hey crap you have the same birthday. Freakyyyyy! Wow, he's really cute though."

"Are you saying I'm cute?" I smirk at her cheekily.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. But seriously look at him, he's gorgeous."  She holds her laptop to my eye level and turns it towards me, as soon as I see him I feel something weird. I feel an overwhelming urge to just meet him. I take her laptop into my arms, Alex seems confused but all I can focus on are his eyes. They're exactly like mine, just a mossy green mixed with hazel rather than my jade.

"He has my eyes." I state numbly, this must be the boy Sarah was talking about at school today. Alex looks perplexed and leans over my shoulder. She takes the laptop and holds it up next to my face, looking from a zoomed in picture of the boy, to me, and back again.

"He does, that's... Too weird. Let's look up more about him, it must be some creepy coincidence." Alex starts typing and scrolls through some fan made bio she's found about him on tumblr, reading it aloud.

"'Ashton Fletcher Irwin, born July 7th 1994, drummer and vocalist for the band 5 Seconds of Summer.' Already knew that.'Mom named Anne Marie Irwin, siblings... One sister named Lauren born in 2001, one younger brother named Harry born in 2004.' Wait, this girl replied saying she lived in his neighborhood and her mom saved some news clipping? Wait, no it's a confirmed thing. He's talked about it before. 'Ashton was born a twin, tells us everything in tell all interview'? Well duh, telling everything is what 'tell all' means." She rolls her eyes.

"Uhm hello? Twin thing! Now!" I urge, eyes wide.

"Right! Lemme find the interview." After a few minutes she pulls the video up on full screen and hits play, the interviewer talks first.

"So Ashton, we've seen some footage recently from quite some time ago. We're wondering if you could comment on it? It's a news cast about a missing baby from the day after you were born. The name on it is Angel Irwin?" Ashton looks sad for a moment, not a grieving sad but more the kind of sad you see in someone when they've already finished grieving a loss. He's silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he speaks. 

"Uh, yeah. I was a twin actually. Like ten minutes before I was born, my sister was. She was taken from the hospital while I was being born I guess, nobody ever saw her again." I could feel Alex staring at me but I couldn't look away from the boy on the screen and the nosy blonde interviewer asking him about his life. 

"Do you think she's still out there, after 19 years?" The interviewer asks incredulously.

"Honestly, I don't know. I've never known for sure what people talk about with twins feeling everything the other does. I can't feel if she's alive or not, I've just always felt like something was missing. It's sort of like knowing I'm not whole, even though I've never really known what it feels like to be whole."

"Angie? Angela you're crying." Alex sounds worried as she reaches out to me, wiping something off my right cheek.

"What?" I look at her when she pauses the video, her eyes full of concern. I wipe at my face, feeling that my cheeks are wet with tears. "I don't know why that happened." I trail off.

"You never cry, I've known you for like 14 years and since the end of elementary school you haven't cried more then like 2 times around me."

"I know. I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening. Something about what he said just got to me." She slowly nods, not fully losing her look of concern. "Can we look up the original report please?"

"Ang, that's probably not even you. It's a coincidence okay? No need to get upset." She says, trying to get me to believe that it's impossible for this girl and myself to be one in the same.

"I just wanna know what happened in the investigation of this girl." She nods, finding the original report and reading it before finding a video and turning to me.

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Yeah, I wanna see it." I respond in a daze, not actually thinking anything through.

"But Ange, if this girl is you... It's gonna change everything in your life, are you ready for everything to change?"

"No, but I have to know." I answer her, looking her in the eyes for a few seconds before she nods and starts the video.