Dylan's POV:

after school, I have technology club. As usual, no one noticed I look even remotely like my brother Dallas. geez. How does no one notice unless we're standing next to eachother? We're identical twins for God's sake! Sure I have glasses and better taste in general, but seriously? People really can be stupid.

After the meeting, I slide into my clean car and ease my way out of the parking lot which is for some odd reason full of drunk couples making out. Gross.

I see my brother making out with a big-busted girl with long silky black hair and silver colored jewelry. She's pretty. I step out of my truck and walk over to them, just to say hey and it freaks people out when I pop up next to Dallas randomly. At least, it did in New York. I shyly stand over them, too awkward to make a sound. Finally, the girl came up for air and looked at me curiously. Dallas notices this and turns his head. I look at my feet. "What the hell, Dyls! We're in the middle of something here!" He says rather loudly.

"who's this, Dally?" The girl asks in a seductive tone.

"he's nobody." He waves me away.

The girl looked between us. "You never told me you're a twin!" She exclaims.

"yeah whatever." he replies, giving me the evil eye.

I slowly back away.

"What's your name?" She chirps.

"Dylan." Dallas answers for me, then goes back to smooching the girl's neck.

"Yeah. A-anyway,..... I'll see ya around?...... I guess?........" I say.

i turn around and walk back to my car.

once I'm back home and take out my SAT study guide. (I have no idea if SATs were a thing in the 60s, so if they weren't, just bear with me and pretend they did for this ff.) I sit on the floor and study for a couple of hours. Then Dallas storms in. "WHAT THE HELL DYLAN?" He shouted.

i sighed. I guess we were returning to our old routine; me sitting here studying and Dallas complaining about something I did. That's happened several times since we were like five.

"You ruined my chances with Missy!" He kicks my study guide out of my hands sending papers flying everywhere.

"hey!" I take a good look at him and saw his hair was all messy as if he'd just gotten out of bed and he was wearing his jeans backwards. "So you didn't go all the way? You just randomly look like an idiot hobo?"

he notices his jeans and kicks them off. "Of course we went all the way, stupid. It ain't no fun to the guy when the girl's thinking of his BROTHER!"

"how did you know she was thinking about me?" I raise a light blonde eyebrow.

"ugh. When you discover girls, you know what they're thinking."

"oh. And DISCOVER girls? I had a girlfriend before you!" I smirked.

"for the millionth time, she thought you were me!"

lies. In fact she did not like him. She liked Brainy Winston better than Baddy Winston. I did not say that aloud though.

"yeah. Whatever. we need to study for the SATs." I begin gathering all the papers I dropped.

"ummm, no. I ain't studying for nothin."

my jaw dropped. "You're not studying!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

"yeah. I'm not exactly you."

"No. You have to study. It's the only way you're going to get into a good collage, the only way you're going to get a good job, the only way you're going to have a good life!" I gradually got louder until I was practically shouting. Then I ranted about Dallas in Latin, and he scoffed and went out the door.

i threw down my book and Noticed a thick book under a chair. I grabbed it and saw it was our old photo album. It had a thick plastic brown cover and like a million pictures of Dallas and I. I opened it to a random page and found one from when we were maybe four or so. Back then, we always wore the same outfit and I didn't have glasses, so no one could tell us apart.

Wait. Maybe there is a way for Dallas to take the SATs.

i run outside to find my brother.

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okay, back on track.

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