Falling In Love With My Identical

Chapter Six: Catching Up. What'd I miss?

Lucy Nash

"Yeah...uhm what page was the math homework on?" I say as ordinary as possible. I'm pretty sure I heard gravelly words from Mr. Cartier's voice and I know Tracy had our call on speaker phone.

I hear her mumble something to him quickly and then there's a moment of silence. "Lucy? Are you still there?" she asks. "Mhm," I hum as I switch my phone to my left hand so I can stir the pot of pasta boiling. "I'm in my room now so we can continue. Hopefully my internet connection doesn't act up though."

"So when you said you went to the bathroom you were actually with him?" I prompt, waiting for an answer. "Yeah and he tried to kiss me," she responds in almost a whisper. She could have told us that in the first place. Not like we would judge her, but wait, "He tried to kiss you? Tell me the whole story." I say eagerly. "Fine but it stays between us alright."

After Tracy tells me about Oliver's failed attempt to cheat on his girlfriend I'm actually left feeling proud. "Now I feel bad for thinking you would kiss him while he's taken," I say with a slight laugh. Usually Trace is a really get what you give person and sometimes act out of a twisted type of revenge.

"Yeah well how could I after what happened with Tobi?" she responds. I note to her that it wasn't only Tobi and she sighs heavily. "But in all fairness, you and Tobi weren't technically together," I say, a bit scared of how she'll take it. "We weren't together but we did like each other, and Autumn knew that when she did what she did," she replies and I can hear the disgust in her voice. Ah yes the "unspeakable" event is now fresh in my brain. What did she expect Tobi to do after she repeatedly rejected him? And then when she lost him to someone else she decided she wanted him. I really thought she was over the kiss since she and Tobi are back to being friends after she forgave him.

"I am over it," she says reading my mind like a total psychopath. I still don't get how we understand each other so well we can tell what each other is thinking sometimes. Maybe we're secretly fraternal twins. That would explain why our families are so fond of each other. " I didn't say a thing," I respond to her with a smile on my face that she can't see. "But you sure we're thinking it." "Ok ok but that's only because you still aren't with him," I say. She goes quite and I barely hear her when she says, "I can't allow myself to like him Lucy. I just can't." As I ask her why but she cuts me off and pleads for me to leave it alone; and I do...for now.

Sticking the tip of the spoon in my mouth to taste the alfredo sauce, I simultaneously and uncouthly ask, "So what are you going to do? Are you actually going to text him? I mean come on, he clearly doesn't have any good motives." She's struggling with what to say so I make a suggestion. "Maybe you should just follow him on Instagram and see if he messages you first," I say. "I could do that but I'm not on Instagram and I didn't collect his number either."

"Well maybe that's a sign from God telling you he's bad news," I mutter as I climb up and sit on the kitchen counter top, ignoring the bar stools near the island. "Or maybe it's a sign I should create an Instagram account," she says in a sly voice. "And what about your Mom? You know she wouldn't want you to have one," I retort. I already know she's planning on creating one anyways and it worries me what else she'd do for the guy she barely knows.

Tracy starts listing reasons why she should make the account, how she's planning on keeping it a secret and various username options. By the time she's finished, I'm setting the dinner table since the shrimp alfredo I was cooking is finished.

"I think that's going to be my username. Yeah, that's my final decision," she says sounding rather excited. I hear a loud slam from outside, followed by the chirp of my Dad's vehicle locking, so I tell Tracy he's home and that I'm going to put her on speak phone. As the garage door opens I place my phone on the island and peep my head out the kitchen to shout to Dad to come into the dinning room.

"Goodnight darling," he exclaims loudly. "Daddy, Tracy's on the phone," I whine, a tad embarrassed. "Hey Dad," Tracy booms with a lively laugh. I haven't heard her laugh like that in a while. "If you keep calling him Dad I'm gonna-" I say playfully until my father interrupts me. "Hi T. How've you been?" he says hanging his construction hat on the chair as he takes a seat. She tells him she's been good and Dad and I give each other a look knowing she hasn't been with all that's going on with Mr. Cartier. "Why don't you just adopt her and be done with it," I joke as I neaten Dad's curly hair. He always ruin it with his construction hat after I invest my time into doing it almost everyday. Sometimes I wonder what his hair would feel like if he wasn't mixed. It probably wouldn't have the same soft curls and sharp fade on the sides.

I bring over the bowl of shrimp alfredo and take a seat at the six person table. "Did you make this by yourself?" Dad asks and I nod. He's about to say something else when Ms. Cartier's voice sounds through the phone as she says, "Tracy, get off the phone and come downstairs for dinner." Before she can say anything I tell her to message me when she can and we both say goodbye and end the call.

"Why didn't you let Sam cook?" my Dad question and I peer up at him and study his face before I answer. "Mom sent her home early," I reply and begin to eat from my plate of food. "Where is your mother? We should wait on her to come down," he mumbles as he speed dials her from his watch. I finish chewing quickly and say, "She got called into the office again." He sighs, probably tired of her having to work even though she's supposed to be on vacation. "Well let's eat then," he mumbles.

Dad washes the dishes, since I cleared off the table when we finished. I still can't believe he ate all of it. Luckily I set aside a plate for Mom and I know the boys won't trouble it because they're allergic to sea food.

"Are you staying down here?" He questions and I tell him yes. "When the boys get home, tell them to order pizza or something. I've got work to do so I'm heading upstairs." I nod as I take a seat in my recliner in the living room. It's so unfair that they get to go out on a school night. Isn't the youngest child supposed to be the spoilt one? As he's halfway up the stairs I turn back and call out, "What should they pay with?" "The mastercard is fine."

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The chapter is shorter than the rest but I wanted to publish something. I've just been doing other things and now getting my groove back.

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