[A/N] This is a story that me and my friend are doing a collab on. I write in Allison's POV and she writes in Jason's POV. This story might be a little slow with updating because of that, and also bc I'm working on Tuning The Broken Strings. This is a fantasy, btw. Please excuse any grammr/spurlling mistkes, as always. Hope y'all like it!
Tomorrow, is my 15 birthday. Well, our 15 birthday. Mine and Jason's, that is. We've been twins for 15 years, wow. I can't believe it. I'm, we're, gonna 15. The thing is, is that we're supposed to be twins, right? But we look nothing alike, I don't even look like either of my parents, though Jason looks like my dad with his blue eyes and black hair. I've got natural blonde hair, so blonde it looks bleached, and red eyes. Why do I have red eyes? Neither of my parents have neither blonde hair nor red eyes. Though, my dad said some if his relatives have it.
"Allison?" my friend, Jesse, said, waving his hand in my face.
"Yeah?" I jumped. I must've zoned out, like I always do.
"What are you doing?" he questioned.
"Oh, nothing." I smiled, blushing a little. I played with the red tips of my hair, staring off into space.
"No, you were doing something, you weren't tapping your feet to the music you're listening to, you always do that when you're doing 'nothing'" He knows me so well, but then again, we've been friends for, what now, 10 years? I look into his soft brown eyes, watching each strand of his hair blow through the wind. Man, is he dreamy.
I mean, man, is he a good friend. Hehe.
I see Jason walk in front of us, holding his favorite skate board under his right arm.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Jesse shouts at him.
"Just walking." he replied. He looked at me with a smirk, for he knows my deepest, darkest secrets. Though, I smile back at him, as if I didn't know what he was thinking. Even though I might.
"Happy birthday, dude." Jesse said as he walked up to Jason.
"Thanks man." He responded, punching Jesse in the arm. Jesse hopped back onto the curb with me. I smiled at Jason, and he winked back. "Well, I gotta get going."
"Where you going?" Jesse replied, looking up at him from the curb.
"None of your beeswax." He shouted back at him, running off.
Well, that was weird. Day before our birthday, and he's running off to God knows where.
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I Thought You Were Better Than That
FantasyJason and Allison always had it easy, that was until they turned 15. They always did everything together, going to the basketball court, concerts, Starbucks, you name it! On their 15th birthday, their parents reveal a shocking secret, which probab...
