lost; ethma

two

song:
ferrari- the neighborhood
(put on repeat)

emma

i take a step back, sinking into the familiar comfort of grayson's apartment. grayson (but not actually grayson) is still standing before me in the doorway.

what do i say? he looks exactly like grayson, but for some reason i know it's not him.

i'm so confused. this guy is not grayson, but is grayson. i still don't know if this is just a trick of the eye and my boyfriend is simply standing before me.

there's no way grayson has a twin. he would've told me. so who the hell is this?

i feel like i'm in a sitcom.

i am silent and staring at not-grayson until the replica of my boyfriend decides to speak. "i see gray has found himself a spunky girl. nice place, by the way."

"it isn't mine," i say coldly. he calls him gray.

i don't even have a nickname for grayson.

"you seem shocked. most people are when they see twins, it's actually quite a rare sight," smartass says.

he laughs. i don't.

i look at him. he looks almost exactly like grayson, but he isn't familiar to me at all. his features have almost a dark and scary aspect, which makes me intrigued. but also nervous?

he's wearing a plain black t-shirt tucked into dark ripped jeans and an old looking leather jacket. casual, in the most dickhead way possible.

"how did i not know who you were?" i ask him, like he would know.

smartass winks. "let's just say i'm the black sheep of the family."

his eyes seem dark, like they've seen a lot. to be quite honest, i'm pretty intimidated by grayson's carbon copy. it's just little old me, standing here in a skimpy black dress with mahogany colored lingerie peaking through.

he steps inside the apartment complex, his black boots making a tapping noise on the hardwood floors. "so, what's the occasion?" he looks me up and down. i shudder, making sure to keep that damn door open.

i watch him walk around the living room, stepping over the homemade bed i put together for grayson and i. he's looking at all the lit candles and fairy lights. "girly," he mutters. "damn, grayson has changed. he would never go for this chick flick crap."

i just want him to leave this place. if grayson didn't want me to know about this guy, he wouldn't want him walking around in his apartment. with me, alone.

"does grayson know you're here?" i ask.

"well, did he tell you i was coming?" i don't say anything. "right. that should answer your question."

so smartass is just prancing around in my boyfriends apartment without him knowing?

i silently pray that grayson gets home soon so he can respectfully beat this guy's ass.

"something smells good." i watch him look towards the kitchen.

"because i can cook," i say.

please grayson, just come home. he's five minutes later than normal.

as if on queue, my actual boyfriend walks through the agape door.

i watch grayson as his face molds from surprised to very angry. i saw him notice the romantic apartment decorations then immediately recognize his brother standing three feet apart from me.