Starting Over

1. Meet My Twin Brother

I look at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand and question myself whether or not to make it a contact.

"What's with the raised eyebrow?" My twin brother asks. I quickly put the paper under my pillow.

"What do you want Jeremy?" I ask.

Jeremy and I have been inseparable since the day we were conceived and I wouldn't want it any other way.

"Aren't I allowed to have a chat to my little sister?" I roll my eyes as he lays down next to me on my bed holding himself on his elbow.

"Your only 38 minutes older than me Jeremy, get over it." I deadpan, crossing my legs and fiddling with my phone.

"I'm still your older brother,"

"No, Adrian is my older brother, your my twin brother. That's how it works." I explain.

"Whatever. Are you going to tell me why you shoved something under your pillow when I walked in?" He questions.

"How was your day?"

To be honest, I don't why I'm not telling him about Jake. I guess I'm worried about his reaction especially because of my past.

"Stop trying to avoid the question, Ella."

"Oh I'm sorry, what was it again?"

He just rolls his eyes at my attempt of being innocent. "What was that confused face all about?"

I groan. wishing I had a twin sister instead of a brother. "I got a number today."

"What type of number?" He asks. Bring on the questions. (Note the sarcasm)

"A phone number." I reply. Oh, there's his famous smirk.

"Who from?"

"Someone." I say, biting the inside if my cheek to contain my giggles.

"Who is it?"

"Someone."

"A guy or a girl?" He questions.

"A girl." I say, trying as hard as I can to keep my face serious.

Jeremy's face all of a sudden went pale. Emotionless.

"Wha...what? A girl?" He asks, shocked as anything.

"Yeah, her name is Jacinta." If he doesn't get the hint sooner rather than later, I'm going to be worried.

"No, it can't be...this is all a joke isn't it?" He asks, his colour slowly coming back to his face.

"Okay fine, his name is jake and his parents come into the cafe a lot."

"So, he gave you his number because of his parents?" He asks crunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"No, he thinks we've met before." I shrug.

"Did you recognise him?" He asks running a hand through his hair.

"He did look familiar but I don't know if we've met before or if I've just seen him around," I stretch my legs out in front of me contemplating whether or not I should do a boxing session at the gym later this afternoon.

"Aww look at you getting all confused over a boy," he squeals lifting his hand to my cheeks and giving them a hard cheeks.

"Jeremy get your hands of my face before I castrate you ." He hands went straight off my face and covered his genitals.

"Violence is not the answer." He shakes his head.

"Well don't touch my face." I deadpan.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch your face." Jeremy's eyes are wide with his arms up in surrender. "What does he want with you anyway?" He asks sounding serious.