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Chapter 3
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I take my key out of my black satin bra, (Victoria Secret, it was totally on sale, why wouldn't I buy it?) turn the key in the lock, and step inside the darkened corridor. Droplets splatter the tiled floor. Well, duh, droplets splatter the tiled floor. Because wasn't it I who decided to walk 4 miles through L.A. rain? Uggh I can be so unbelievably stupid sometimes, I'm positive it'll be the death of me.
Danny's hurt face flashes through my mind. Brain! Quit it! Don't process anything Danny related up there!!! His eyes on me flashes through my mind this time, mocking me with dreams coming true, slowly forming into reality. I sigh, and make my way towards the living room where upon a couch there lies my best friend.
Emily Laureen Parker.
My twin sister.
I go up to her, fall into her arms, and burst into tears.
"Em....I kissed Danny!!!!"
And then I cry and cry and cry.
You know, the typical tear storm on any 4 o'clock soap opera, although devoid of the macho hunky tanned surf king typical of soap opera's that is.
Oh, yeah, you people don't know Em's my twin. Well we're both 18, rented a flat in downtown (we don't like dorms) how we can be close to our education at the mo', University of Southern California.
Our similarities, without a doubt, end there.
Em and I are two different human beings entirely. I'm an artistic soul, into photography, painting, theater, writing, acting, to keep it short, I'm into the whole art scene. Em on the other hand is more of a logical person. Science and Math are her forte'. I'm loud, raucous, love being the center of attention, carefree, and a no shit taker. Em is quiet, thoughtful, intelligent, kind, and caring. Our vast differences bring us together however. In fact, our differences make us both better individuals. Em passes over her traits to me, the think-before-you-act, care more about life, know how about absolutely everything traits. In return, I pass over my have fun, make a coupla mistakes and grin over them over a Coke later, laugh out loud, enjoy life attitude. We complement each other. Each one of us makes the other whole. She helps me to be a better person, I help her be a better person. She and I are like icing on a cake. It won't taste as good without the added ingredient.
Here's a perfect example of her thoughtfulness.
"Nick....I'm surprised you haven't kicked Danny's ass by now."
Through my tears I roll my eyes.
"Emily Laureen Parker, I cannot kick Daniel Chase's ass."
It's her turn to roll her eyes. "Are we now all on full name terms? When do I start calling Mom Janelle Linh Sparks?"
"Em, shut up. Help me. What am I supposed to do?"
Oh yeah, I do that a lot by the way. Ask Em to help me that is. I mean, it's way much more safer to ask Em for help instead of attempting to do something on your own when you're you know, me. That's not the smartest move in the book if I do say so myself. I speak on behalf of past experiences. One of them....well, let's just say my underwear is swaying from the flagpole instead of the stars and stripes. Yeah, true story.
Em stands up and puts her hands on her hips. "Nick, you will go over to Danny and demand a full blown account on why the hell he did what he did. Then you'll march over to Amber and explain what you did and why you did it. It's your duty as a friend and as a person. Now march, I've got 30 minutes to hand in my essay."
