Switching Places

14. Chloe

   "Do you see anything noteworthy?" I asked for the billionth time.

   "No, just a bunch of shopping receipts." Blair answered. "Man does Promise's mom shop a lot." 

   "She must have an addiction. Have you ever seen that My Strange Addiction show? I watched it once and there was a guy on there who was in a relationship with his car. It was so weird." 

   "Chloe," Blair says. "I think you're getting a little bit off topic."

   "What? Oh, the papers." I remember. Looking back down at the box at my feet, I sigh. "There's nothing here. All that is in this box is old food recipes that clearly didn't make the cut to be stored in the kitchen. We have to be missing something." 

  I looked over to Blair, who happened to already be looking at me. Very intensely I might add.

   "What?" i said.

  "I'm just still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you're Promise's sister. You look so much like her, yet you're nothing the same." He said.

   "Well, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you held a knife at me yesterday."

   "I said I was sorry."

   "And I said you're a dick."

   "I still don't understand why you think I'm a dick because of that. I thought you were planning to kill me or something." Blair says, throwing his hands up in the air as he talks.

   "What, and you didn't think that I would think you were trying to kill me when you held a knife at me?"

   "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I overreacted. Let's move on." He said and went back to searching his box.

   "Dick." I whispered, and went back to looking in my box.

   "I'm telling you, there was nothing up there other than the birth forms." I told Promise on the phone later that night. Blair and I had continued searching the attic for a few more hours, going through all the boxes and shelves and anything we could find up there. It was just more shopping receipts and old family pictures from Promise's adoptive parents. 

   "Well, do you think Jody would have something?" 

   "I doubt it. Foster parents never have anything personal from the foster child's other than what the child brings with them, in my case being just a few old pieces of jewellery and my clothes." I told her.

   "This sucks. It's like we hit a dead end." Promise said.

    "I know. Oh, hey, before I forget, I'v been getting a bunch of texts on your phone asking about details to 'The big party'. What's that about?"

   "Oh yeah. With all this twin stuff, I forgot about that. My parents always go away on a business trip this coming weekend, and I always throw a big party at our house. Frank always cooks up some snacks and leaves the house for the day." 

   "So Frank knows you throw parties when your parents are gone?" I ask.

   "Yeah. He's cool with it as long as we clean up after. I mean, his wife is technically our maid, but he says it's inconsiderate to make her clean up a huge mess is such a huge house. I just make all the people who stay the night clean up in the morning." Promise tells me.

   "So, I guess your parents are going away this weekend, and I have to throw and host a huge party?"

   "Yup. Good luck. I wish I could be there."

   "Well, why don't you come host the party and I will just hide out in your room or something?" I offer.

   "That sounds like a good idea, but I figured since we are at a stand still with information from the attic, that I would tail Alec this weekend, and see what he gets up to. If he knows about us being twins, then he may be headed to the party this weekend." Promise says.