** Josh Roberts **

Jacob is wearing clothes now. We're standing at the Wilsons' door. We've already rang the doorbell. Finally, the door opens. The lady standing there has flamy red hair and emerald green eyes. It is cut short to her shoulders. "Oh, are you the Roberts family? Hi! I'm Jodie Wilson. My husband Rocky is at work right now, but I'll tell him you came by. Come in, come in!" I look at Jacob. He looks back.

As we walk inside, I notice a girl our age sitting on the couch. She has red hair like Jodie's, but her large eyes are brown, presumably from Rocky, and she has a little stub nose covered in freckles. She's wearing a white tee shirt with pink boxes in an array, a dark green hoodie, and jeans, no shoes. She's really cute. My cheeks begin to heat up.

"This is Shay," Jodie's voice slices through my thoughts. "Shay, this is Josh-" she points to Jacob "-and this is Jacob." She points to me. I slowly raise my hand. "Actually, I'm Josh. He's Jacob." Jodie nods. "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry!" "It's ok," Jacob says. "There's actually a way you can tell," I offer. "Oh?" Shay pipes in a bored tone. "Yeah, I'm the cool one," Jacob teases. "Actually, we style our hair differently." "Ah. So, now, we've set that straight. Jacob and Josh." Mom smiles and sets down her cake on the counter. I learn forward to Jodie and whisper, "I strongly advise that you do not eat that. It will make a lovely paperweight." Jodie nods knowingly. "Well, we won't bother you any further. We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood!" With that, we're out the door.

As soon as we get back to our own house, I clamber up the stairs to my room and plop down on my bed. I look out my window. It is facing the window to the other house. I can see Shay. She has on headphones and is reading a comic book on her bed. I only realize that I'm staring when Jacob enters the room. "Hey," he says. "Oh, hey," I reply, jerking my head away from the window. "Ha!" He cries. "Caught you looking at the new girl!" I groan. "Can you lay off me for once?" Jacob chuckles to himself. "No way." I pick up my shoe and throw it. He dodges. "I really hate you sometimes." "But I'm your brother!" Jacob says in mock heartbreak. "Exactly. You're just my clone with an annoying personality." "Actually, I'm older, so you're a clone of me with a non-annoying personality." I laugh. "True dat." Jacob plops down on his bed and looks out the window. "So, what do you think of this girl?"