secrecy - life as taylor swift's twin

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Mackenzie

So far things had gone... surprisingly well, actually.

Scott seemed to think I have a better voice than Taylor, which is hard to believe, considering Taylor always told me how I sucked.

And other than that, I hadn't really left my house, well, Taylor's house, actually, so there haven't been too many complications.

Just as I was beginning to think that being Taylor would be easy, I got a phone call from Tree, Taylor's publicist.

Tree knows that Taylor is missing, but no one else from her management does. We thought it would be best if we kept the people who knew minimal.

It was 2:30 a.m. when my phone rang.

"Mack?" Tree asked into the phone, sounding stressed.

"It's almost 3 in the morning, you realize that. You might be the only one who still calls me Mack, because everyone else thinks I'm Taylor, but that doesn't give you an excuse to interrupt my Greys Anatomy marathon!" I yelled impatiently into the phone.

"You know, she always complained about how different you two were, but you are literally the same person," Tree mocked.

I sighed.

"Not to be rude but... Why are you calling?" I asked.

"Taylor has an Instagram, a Tumblr, a Twitter... You need to hang out with the squad or do something and post it. You know, to look like her even more. Post a picture of her cats or something."

I sighed again.

"Fine, I need all the girls' numbers, so we can get together tomorrow," I demanded.

"Actually, why don't you just use Taylor's phone? It'd be much easier, considering she left it behind anyways," Tree suggested.

"Okay, bring it by her apartment tomorrow. I'll be here," I said.

We ended the call shortly after that.

Why it had to be so early in the morning, I still didn't know.

Tree had told me if I went out in public I wasn't allowed to wear my usual yoga pants and sweatshirt, that I actually had to wear her clothes.

I walked to her closet and rummaged through her layers and layers of crop tops and mini-skirts, all from designer brands, until I finally found one that I liked.

It was a simple white crop top and pale pink skirt, but I thought if I paired it with a deep red lipstick and some cute shoes it would look nice.

I laid all the clothes out so I didn't have to deal with finding them in the morning.

After that I simply buried myself underneath the blankets and tried to fall asleep, but falling asleep in a place that you don't belong is easier said than done.

My memories haunted me as I tossed and turned.

Flashback

"Taylor, that song was amazing!" I said to my sister at the age of 14.

She was sitting across from me, holding a guitar.

"Thanks Mack!" She responded, sounding proud.

I have to admit, I was jealous of her voice. I really loved singing and music as well, but I wouldn't dare steal the spotlight from the family favorite.

"Here, you try," Taylor said as she handed me her guitar.

I had taught myself a couple chords, so I strummed out the opening chords to a song I had written.

Taylor's facial expressions grew from pitying me to being frustrated with me as I began to play faster and better.

"Alright, so you can play guitar. No need to show off," she muttered under her breath.

I loved my sister, she was the nicest person on earth. But she was not a fan of being in second place. First place was where she belonged.

Flashback Over

I'm not sure why I remembered that moment after all these years.

It wasn't unlike any other day, I tried something and Taylor told me I couldn't do it anymore.

So why was that memory different?

Maybe it was what I heard later that night.

After everyone else had went to sleep, I was woken up by the sound of sniffling.

I was surprised, as Taylor never cried.

I pressed my ear up to the wall and strained to listen.

"I guess Mack will always be better," Taylor said. "I guess even though I'm the favorite, I don't really deserve it."

That hit me hard.

She did deserve it. She worked so hard to learn how to play guitar. Worked for hours on songs.

If anyone deserves it, she did.

So why did she think she didn't?