i walked down the steps going to the fridge to get something to eat when someone rang the doorbell.
"hold on!" i yelled with a plate of fruits.
i opened the door, and my plate dropped. i heard the glass shatter but didn't react until a piece cut my foot.
"fuck!" i mumbled.
"you need help with that?" they asked, i didn't know if i should be happy he's here or go off on him. he is my father and everything but i haven't seen that nigga in years.
i sat on the counter and held my foot out. he bandaged it up chuckling, "this house hasn't changed since i left. and you're still clumsy huh?"
"i'm not that clumsy." i said quietly. "what're you doing here anyways?"
he took a step back, "i'm not allowed to visit my daughter?"
i rolled my eyes, "well i'm not saying you can't, but we haven't talked in years. i know that you travel all the time but you never pick up the phone and call."
"the phone works two ways maya."
"excuse me? i don't have your number, and never did. you should know to pick up the phone since you know exactly what the number to this house is and exactly where it is." i said catching an attitude. before he could answer i heard another voice, "dad how long are you gonna take in he-"
"what the fuck." we both said simultaneously.
"language." my 'father' said.
"yooo, we look so much alike. tf." the girl said.
"yea... how old are you?" this girl is like my mirrored image.
"i'm about to turn 18 on july 2nd" i looked over at my dad, anger, sadness, confusion was what i was feeling.
"i'm also turning 18 june 30th." we both looked at our father.
"that's why i came here maya, to tell you about all of this."
"so, you waited 18 years to tell us? are you married?" i asked.
"i didn't know how to tell y'all! and no, after some time of having an affair with raya's mother she didn't want to do what we were doing. and we're moving back down here to new york." he trailed off.
"your names raya? very interesting." i asked looking at her.
"uhm i named her that because after you were born maya, she looked so much like you so i wanted you guys to have similar names, like literal twins." well he wasn't lying about that.
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^ raya brown *17 years old* ig: k.glowzzz
"yo to be honest, i'm still shook about how much we look alike."
"for real! like this is creepy." i said. my mom came home holding a bunch of groceries. "maya can you stop looking at me and help? for gods sak-" she stopped talking staring at us.
"uhm, jordan what're you doing here?" completely ignoring the fact that a girl is standing beside me who looks like my exact twin.
"well i'm moving back to new york so i came to tell you guys." my mom just shook her head, putting her arms out to raya. "i'm guessing you're this mans daughter." raya hugged her laughing.
"yes i am. i'm raya."
"hi raya." i could tell my mom was holding back things to say, she was about to explode.
"maya go out and get some groceries out the car, raya could you please help her with that?" she was glaring my dad down. i felt bad for his ass💀
i nodded motioning raya to come with me. "where'd you live before you came here?" i asked her. "texas."
so everybody live in texas?
(OKAY GUYS YALL SEE WHAT IM DOING HERE RIGHT? I LOWKEY WANT RAYA TO BE THE ONE THAT TJAY PLANTED A SEED IN BUT I WANT RAYA AND MAYA TO BE CLOSE & SHIT SO IDKKKKKKK BITCH SOMEONE HELP ME)
