The Clifford's Best Kept Secret

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Mikey's POV

      Fans cheering, lights changing, us boys messing around on stage, same lyrics, same notes, same runs, it's all the same. Everything was a blur... until she came.
     I knew it was her from the moment I entered backstage after our concert. It was all the same: purple hair, signature maroon lipstick, some type of black shirt, signature combat boots, and those ears that held so many earrings I'm surprised they're still holding on.
     "What are you doing here?" I grumble, receiving questioning looks from my lads.
     "I just came to enjoy the show. Just wanted to see a band perform in my home town," she smirked her signature smirk, the smirk that made guys fall all over her in an instant.
     "It's not nice to lie," I taunt, pulling something from our childhood.
     "Well then it's a good thing I'm not lying," she winks teasingly.
     "When'd you get that?" I nod towards the ink reaching around the back of her neck.
     "When'd you get those," she motions towards my tattoos.
     "Why'd you leave me," I fight.
     "Why didn't you come find me," she practically shouts, causing the other three guys to turn our way.
     "Because I knew you didn't want to be found," I simply say.
     "It still would've been nice to know someone cared enough to come look for me," she sighs, lowering her voice.
     "I'm sorry," I mutter.
     "You're always sorry, even when it's not your fault," she mumbles, and finally she walks away.
     I feel a large hand cup my shoulder, "What the hell was that?" Luke asks.
     "That, mate, was my twin sister."