Double Trouble

Chapter 7: In For A Surprise

Author's note: this is going to be in two points of view, Jade's and then Skylar's.

I have to admit, Ethan is no Ayden Tyler, or even some of the guys I've dated such as Shane. He's not famous, he doesn't jet off to Europe on a whim, and he doesn't know the difference between Armani and Prada.

No, this guy is way much better.

He picked me up from the park two miles away from my house, or rather Skye's cute bungalow house, in his red ratty Jeep. The perfect high school date. 

"Thought I might continue our little date the other night," he says, opening the door for me as I walk in. My face reddens. That was my fault. I apologize. "Table for two."

Forty-five minutes later, and five slices of pizza (my trainer is gonna kill me later), I catch a glimpse of familiar long brown hair. She must be on a date, because the boy touches her hand.

Ethan grabs my hand gingerly and I snap out of my trance long enough to look in those big soft, brown eyes that every girl probably just wants to melt in. 

"I wanted to tell you that you look stunning tonight," he says while blushing. I smile. Normally, that compliment would result in a slap across the face or ten thousand flashing light bulbs in my face, but Ethan made it feel ten times better. The slap would require something more...barbaric, such as 'You look freaking hot tonight, Jackie.' And yes, they would often forget my name even though it's plastered on several billboards. "You ready to go?" he says, raising his hand for the check. I don't want to leave, for I am having such a wonderful time! I know when I get back Lucy is going to have a million things for me to do, and I just don't want to go to that just yet. So instead, I shake my head. He receives the check but doesn't budge. "I want to savor this moment for as long as possible." Aw. My heart just melt. My Sidekick buzzes in my hand. 

After about fifteen minutes of deep conversation about who's the better villain (I personally think Darth Vader is all-time high rather than Ethan's favorite, the Loqi from Thor; Tom would love to know that), I watch her carefully as she excuses herself to the bathroom. I excuse myself from Ethan to the bathroom, careful not to reach stalker potential. I push open the bathroom doors and come face to face with my victim.

She stares back at me, unable to speak.

"Hello, twin."

"Umm, I don't know what you're talking about, but I am not your long lost twin." She says defensively.

"Are you an intern for the paparazzi?" I question. "My lawyer is gonna have a field day with you." I lie. My lawyer can't do anything because technically, the press didn't do anything wrong.

"What? No. I'm here on a date, with a very cute boy and I came in the bathroom to pee." She says wistfully.

"Then what are you doing here, looking like me?" I ask. This is no paparazzi.

"I don't know," she wonders, "but you have my Sidekick. Give it back." I hold onto the phone.

"We're twins. That's definitely right. But how?" I ask curiously to myself.

"Maybe it's the twice amount of makeup you have caked on your face," she says harshly. I step back, taken aback. 

"At least I have makeup and know how to use it," I snap back. Okay, that wasn't the greatest comeback in the world. But hey, she is making fun of me and my lifestyle. 

"Whatever," she rolls her eyes, "I don't know, but all I know is that a very cute boy is outside waiting for me," she says, pushing past me. I grab her arm. "If you're not going to give me my phone back then, fine. I'll keep yours and just ignore all these texts Lucy has been sending." I widen my eyes. 

"Wait," I stop her. "Be careful. The paparazzi might think I'm you." She yank her arm away and walks out of the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror until I walk back out of the bathroom to rejoin Ricky. 

Skylar

"That was amazing," Ricky claps his hands as the street performer finishes his act. For the second part of this date, he took me on a stroll through Hollywood. "Who knew there was so much undiscovered talent?" I fold my arms across my chest. He looks down at his feet while we keep walking down Hollywood Boulevard. "What do you want to do now?" 

"My curfew isn't until 11. It's only 9:30. We can go get something to eat," I shrug. "What do you want to do?"

"How's...?" He trails off. I suddenly realize we have nothing to talk about. We were friends, before we were set up, because of Maggie and her boyfriend. We hung out as friends when I was with Maggie and he was with her boyfriend. But that's it. Strictly platonic. Now it's weird, like we have to talk about something. 

"How's baseball?" I ask him, starting a conversation. Before he can answer, my phone starts ringing and a black Lincoln pulls up, inches from my shocks and confused face. 

A woman talking to herself furiously grabs me and suddenly yanks me inside the car with no question. I open my mouth to scream for Ricky, but we're already gone.

Oh God. Oh God. I'm being kidnapped. I need a paper bag. Or does that only work in movies?

"Finally, we have been looking everywhere for you," the woman says from the passenger seat. She let's out an exasperated sigh. "Really, Jade, the suburbs? Are you trying to give me a heart attack at my age?" I stare at her blankly, with a confused look on my face. "You need to meet with Dale and Ayden for drinks. Obviously, you and him can't drink. Dale will want to get to know his two leads. It's something he does with all of his stars," she goes on to explain. Meanwhile, I continue to stare blankly at everything and everyone. "And don't forget, you have your Allure photo shoot this Friday. They'll do a cover spread and do an interview, asking about your latest movie, and the new movie, of course. Make sure to give equal amounts of enthusiasm for each one, even if the Wagmans one was a nightmare." 

Before I can make sense of this nightmare, we are stopped. The car door opens and the strange woman says her goodbye.

"Ms. Jade? We are here," the big, burly man says outside the door. I carefully get out. As soon as I step both feet onto the ground, the Lincoln speeds off.

"Jade?" I hear my name and feet running over. The face gets closer, standing a few feet ahead of me. I recognize the face. I recognize the face from so many movies, so many guest appearances on my favorite show, Ellen, and most importantly, I recognize the face from so many of Madelyn's magazines.

This is Ayden Tyler. And he thinks I'm Jade Winters.

I am updating this finally. I wrote this chapter so long ago but actually getting around to editing it. Basically my first ten chapters are disgusting and i hate reading them so I am going to get around to editing them. I know I left out a bunch of information but I was a young writer back then!!! I've grown. I'm in college. Get over it. 

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