Two

6. Home

       Good thing my house is close to school. I can't imagine having to walk more than a few minutes with the newly-met me. I've never actually been more proud to have those narrative-skipping superpowers.

       He was quiet. Very quiet. I think my brain just crashed somewhere along the walk, because I remember asking him about the weather, to which he didn't actually reply and just kept a straight face.

       Well, we got home and... my parents weren't actually there. They were both working at the time. i thought of calling mom, but... he opened his mouth, apparently.

       - Are we really similar, though?

       - Fucking try me.

       - Who's your crush?

       Sly little fucker.

       - Jess.

       - Actually, everyone knows that. Including her. I'll ask something else-

       I just cut him off. Didn't want to do that then. I wanted to clarify things with my parents first. I dialed mom and I kept the phone glued to my ear. During the 45 seconds it took her to answer, I tried keeping a stone face to not induce him any reactions. I was so depressed and exhausted out of my mind, even though I didn't do much. I just wanted to tuck into bed.

       - Yes, Change?

       - Yeah, mom... How are you?

       - Honey, I'm alr-

       - Heeeey, mom!!

      He shouted that loudly. From right next to me.

       - Change?... Was that you?

       - Everything is fine!

       - OK, don't forget to tell me if anything's wro-

       I hung up, texted her I was alright and that I was just checking up and moved on with whatever this day was.

       I took him into the house. For anyone wondering what it looks like, just imagine a generic square with two little squares drawn on each side and a pyramid above this and let me move on with this. As expected, he was familiar with pretty much everything. He wanted to take a piss and he nailed the bathroom door on the right on the first shot. Though he didn't actually take his boots off before going in, which is what I'd usually do first.

       He was quickly done. After getting back, we went to my room and did what I expected was going to happen. He asked questions. I asked questions.

       - Honestly, you're really fucking ugly.

       - Shut up.

       He teased me a lot. He didn't feel moody at all. The more we talked, the more differences we found.

       - Do you get along well with Collin? I asked.

       - Not really. He's a nerdy faggot and... he's weird.

       - Ryan?

       - Jesus, fuck that guy.

       - Anyone in this class?

       - Not really. I'm into Jess, but that's all of it.

       With each answer, the rift between us felt bigger and bigger. He despised the people I liked, spent time with the people who repelled me. He wasn't entirely different, but there were clear gaps. He also felt a lot less empathic. A lot more gossipy-ish. I took a better look at him and we were pretty similar, aspect-wise. Except for his eye color. Mine were pure green. Absolutely and totally green. His were too, almost as much, but had a slight shade of blue only a narcissist like me could notice.

       Where did this guy come from?

       I heard a loud knock on the front door. Nobody was supposed to come back at this time. Mom, dad... Who the hell was it?