𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

63 - [JM] Yealing

Y E A L I N G
noun [yee-lin]

A person of the same age as oneself.

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You pulled your hair back into a high ponytail, struggling to wrap the hair tie around it-

A gush of wind caused you to lose your balance on the fine beach sand. You quickly spread your hands out to balance yourself, not realizing in the spur of the moment that it would undo your untied ponytail.

You hair blew onto your face, blocking your vision. You groaned loudly, in frustration, then tuck your hair behind your ears as best as you could. You started to walk ahead, stumbling a little as your shoes sunk into the sand-

"Behind!" Someone yelled and from the corner of your eye, you witnessed someone jog passed you.

You jerked in surprise then raised an eyebrow at the man who seemed to be enjoying the weather a little too much. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top, sweat glistening his skin even though it was extremely windy.

"Sorry about that!" You yelled out, raising your arm above your head.

"No no, I'm sorry!" He responded back then smiled, before turning around and jogging away.

You watched his figure gradually shrink in size as his distance from you increased. You stared at the now empty spot, wondering why he seemed familiar. Another fact was that it was odd that you and that guy were the only ones on this beach right now...

*****

You shut your room door and walked downstairs towards the dining room. You could smell lunch served inside and the subtle chatter of the other vacationers eating at the tables.

You grabbed a plate and followed the buffet line, picking out a decent serving of chicken alfredo pasta, garden salad and a piece of garlic bread. There was lasagne in one of the serving trays but you weren't in the mood for it right now.

You looked around the large hall, searching for an empty table. You found one beside the window, one that seated two people, and started walking over to it.

Your eyes glanced to another table and you noticed that it was the jogging guy from earlier, passionately eating the food on his plate. You raised your eyebrows and pursed your lips to stop yourself from laughing or smiling at the sight.

You approached him slowly, gathering your courage to talk to him. You stood close to the empty chair placed opposite of him and cleared your throat. He looked up to you as he took a sip from his glass of water, his eyes brightening up when he noticed that it was you from earlier.

"Hey, would you mind if I shared this table with you?" You asked and he shook his head.

"No, not at all! Please, have a seat," He began clearing the other side of the table, making sure there was enough space for you to be comfortable.

You started eating your meal silently, wondering if it was a good idea taking a seat with him. You usually eat alone and pass your time sketching or jotting down ideas for a future novel. You enjoy your time that way but-

"So are you here for work or pleasure?" He asked, taking a bite from his serving of lasagne.

"Um, pleasure actually... I'm taking a break from writing, trying to get some inspiration," You told and he raised his eyebrows.

"Are you an author?" He further asked and you nodded your head in confirmation.

"What is it that you do?" You questioned and he smiled softly.

"I'm actually into acting and-"

"Have I seen you in anything?" You interrupted, though felt bad for doing so afterwards.

He chuckled, "Well... There's this movie called 'Wanted'."

You looked at him, impressed at his response. "Oh with Angelina Jolie?" You squinted your eyes and watched his face with realisation, "Right yeah! You do look familiar!"

 Silence fell for a few moments before he questioned, "So what books have you written?"

"Just short stories posted online, kind of like an anthology, but it had got spread around really quickly and I started earning from it," You explained, "I finished and published my first novel last year and I'm in the process of finding some direction for another one."

He nodded his head then smirked, "Maybe you could write one about two strangers meeting at a lodge for the holidays and what adventures they encounter together."

You laughed, "Yeah that sounds like a compelling read. I'll keep that in mind-"

You stopped abruptly, wanting to mention his name but then realised... that you don't know his name. You had met briefly on the beach and then upon sitting at the table neither of you introduced yourselves properly.

He shook his head quickly and put out his hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself," He said, "I'm James, by the way."

You shook his hand and chuckled, "I'm [y/n], and it completely slipped from me too! I guess I was too intrigued about how familiar you looked."

You both talked for a little while longer until you started to hit each other with generic questions to get to know each other better, like how many siblings each of you have or what's your favourite cuisine or film.

"When's your birthday?" You questioned.

"April twenty-first," He responded and you scoffed, "What's wrong?"

"I have the same birthday as you!" You revealed, "What year were you born?"

"Nineteen seventy-nine," James answered, pursing his lips together and watching your reaction that immediately screamed out shock.

"No way!" You scooted forward in your seat and glanced around, then back at him, "That's my year too... What the hell, are we long-lost twins?!"

He laughed, "Okay wait, we need to get to the bottom of this. What time were you born?"

"Oh at seven in the morning," You answered, "Wait... Don't tell me you-"

He sat back in his seat with disappointment, "Nope, I was at around five in the evening."

You frowned but then smiled softly. "Still," You said, "Isn't it cool? Meeting a complete stranger and finding out that you're almost their twin?!"

"Clearly our parents would have kept something from us at the dinner table," James said and you giggled.

"Wait but... twins can be born minutes or hours apart," You mentioned and his smile turned into confusion. You pondered on that thought too but after a second-

"Nah," You both said in unison, making you laugh.

You socialised for a little longer before realising that they were clearing the hall to prepare for dinner that was a few hours away. You quickly gobbled the remains on your plate then stood up as James did the same.

You both walked out of the hall then reached the stairs that would take you up to where all the rooms were. You climbed the stairs, both of you by the other's side then came up to the second floor.

"Which room are you staying in?" You asked and he pointed at the one on the left side, at the end of the hall, "Really? Wow, I'm staying at the opposite end!"

"Please [y/n]," He put his hands together and grinned, "Stop creeping me out with the similarities between the both of us. It's not funny anymore."

You laughed then walked towards your room, waving him goodbye. Before he entered he shouted, across the corridor, "I'll surely see you around then?"

"You can count on it," You smiled then entered into your room.