Identical Polar Opposites

Chapter One

I sat at a café with my camera against my chest. It hung there as I took a sip of my coffee and daydreamed about heroes and "the perfect guy." I was and still am a hopeless romantic, trying to find someone. I pretty much have dreamed up a thousand different situations and how it would end perfectly. My contacts were irritating me, so I had to take them off; of course I would forget my glasses; I was stuck with being basically blind. Not actually blind obviously, or I wouldn't have been out of the house still in one piece, but I could barely read anything. 

A male figure walked up to me then. I looked up, only to see a blurry face. I think he had dirty blonde hair and was tall. That's all I could tell. But I knew, in that moment, he was different. Something set him apart from everyone else in the room. He was for me. 

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. It must have seemed like I was gasping for air, and the man looked at me weirdly, and he asked, "Is something wrong?" His voice was deep, but it was music to my ears. No other voice sounded so soothing and gentle, yet strong and firm. 

"Uh- I... I..."

"Kat!" a familiar voice echoed. My eyes slowly opened and squinted at the morning sun that blared through the blinds. My mom had peeked her head through my door and was already dressed.

"Yeah..." I croaked out, my voice hoarse.

"Dad and I are going downtown to get the car and do some errands. We'll be back around noon," she said. I looked at the clock and it was 8:16. "You should get up soon. It looks like a great day to take some pictures."

"Okay... I'll do that soon," I replied sleepily. I wanted to get out of bed but it was too comfortable.

"Come on, girl. Time's wasting." Before I could do anything, my mom walked into my room and pulled the blankets from me. I was instantly cold from the sudden surprise and shivered. 

"Mom..." I groaned.

"Get up, Kat. We gotta go," my mom said one last time before leaving. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Sighing, I forced my legs to get me out of bed. I grabbed a gray non-hooded sweatshirt and put it on me to make myself warm; I was only wearing a tank top and short shorts. My black hair with natural brown highlights was a mess, so I tried to put it up in a bun, but failed since my hair is so thick. 

I walked down the hall lethargically, not paying much attention to where I was going. I grew up in that house my entire life that I know where everything is. I stumbled into the kitchen and went to the cabinet, grabbing the Cheerios box. I grabbed a bowl and the milk and prepared my breakfast. I ate it in silence, not really thinking about anything. I finished in about five minutes, and then I walked back into my room to change. I had put on a gray tank top with thin white stripes and three brown buttons on the top half; it flares out on the bottom part. I also had shimmied on dark blue denim jeans and put on my silver infinity ring on my right ring finger. I grabbed my canon camera and placed it around my neck.

I walked into the bathroom and put in my contacts, combed my hair, brushed my teeth and put on make up. It was a pretty simple look: foundation, black eye liner, mascara, and light pink lip gloss. I decided to leave my hair down since it was in nice beach waves. Once I finished, I went down to the front door and put on my nude colored ballet flats. Before I left, I grabbed my tan canvas backpack and put my camera, phone, keys, and wallet into it. I opened the door and went outside. 

Outside, there was a slight breeze, but the sun was nice and warm against my olive skin. I walked along the sidewalk towards the park down the road. I wondered what things awaited me at the park as I continued my journey to it. At the end of the road the park was, its myriad of trees, bustling creatures, and gigantic play structure where little kids played. Whenever I couldn't find something interesting to take pictures of, I asked if I could take pictures of them playing; they show true joy and happiness when they play, as if there was nothing better to do.

Maybe that's the secret to being happy: only having to worry about the present.

I entered the park, and saw that there was something different about it that day. I heard two male voices laughing in the distance. Curious, I wandered cautiously over to the sound of the voices, and found that two teenage boys, about my age, were at the park. But only kids and their parents come here, I thought. Teenagers almost never come here. Only the occasional crack pot and high school drop out, but no good looking, good-natured normal boys. The one that was wearing a faded blue t-shirt had light brown hair with hazel eyes with a few tiny freckles. He seemed to be a little shy, but confident around those he knew. The boy next to him had blonde hair and had bright blue, mischievous eyes, and was wearing a gray Nike shirt. He looked like he could win any girl over with his eyes and playful smile. They had similar bone structures, so I assumed that they were brothers, possibly twins. They had muscular, atheltic builds, and were, at least in my opinion, drop-dead gorgeous. They seemed like the perfect people to take pictures of, but how would I do that without seeming like a stalker? 

I decided to take cover behind a cluster of small trees and hope to get a few good shots there. I moved to a good position and turned on my camera. I looked into it and focused my shot on the two twins. They were still laughing when I took the first shot. That first shot was my last though, because my camera made a loud click! noise, which caught their attention. They stopped laughing, and looked around. The hazel eyed boy found me first; his eyes locked on mine. I instantly blushed, having been caught with taking pictures of them. 

"Uh, hey there... Could you come here, possibly?" he asked.

Shit.