Once Rhett and Link arrived in LA, Rhett was dressed and Brett and Sink were waiting for them in a cafe. Sink was nervously tapping his fingers on the table, waiting for the two other guys to arrive.
" Sink, calm down. They're probably in the parking lot or something. " Brett said, looking out the window.
" What if they're not the ones? What if they're just two random guys? "
" They're not, please. He even sounded like me, they ARE them. "
" I just want my life back, Brett. "
" I know, so do I silly. Look, there they are. "
Just as he said it, Rhett and Link came walking in through the door. They noticed each other and went to greet. Brett extended his hand and shook Link's hand with it.
" Rhett and Link was it right? "
" Yeah, I'm Link Neal and this is Rhett McLaughlin. "
" Well, I'm Brett McGlocklin and this is Sink Niel. Welcome to LA. "
" Thanks. " Rhett said. " Let's have a seat shall we? "
The four men sat down at the table and ordered some coffee.
" How did you find out about us? " Brett asked.
" An old friend of mine told Rhett here we looked a lot like you. Then we sent you that email and watched a few of your videos. " Link smiled.
" Listen, we've got a question for you. " Brett said.
" Ask away. " Link said, blowing on his coffee.
" We'd love to have you guys on GMM. I mean, it's not every day you meet your doppelgangers. "
" Sounds great. " Rhett smiled and looked at Link, who looked back.
" Great. We'll keep in touch, let's record at the studio on Wednesday. We'll see you there? "
" Yeah, see you Wednesday. "
Rhett and Link stayedat the cafe to have lunch. Brett and Sink walked out to the car.
" You're right, we've got the right guys. " Sink mumbled.
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One Wrong Move
FanfictionThe young Rhett McLaughlin is slowly making his way home after a long night at work. He hates working as a dishwasher. He always has to work late. But one night he tries to take a short cut through one of the city's dark alleys. A creepy, cold feeli...
