"So what's your story?" he asked.

I stared back at him with a blank face.

"Okay. Not much of a talker, huh?" Isaac said.

I said nothing.

"Any siblings? Parents?"

Silence.

"A job? A name?"

More nothing.

"My mom hates me," Isaac started. "My dad is dead. I'm the leader of a gang."

My expressions remained the same. Now I noticed the tiny brown dots spotted across his nose and across his cheek, and his dark hair stood up (it probably the only thing that could stand upright if you know what I mean, Satan).

"A werewolf gang," he continued. "I'm a werewolf. You probably don't even know what that is, do you?"

My thumb stuck to one of my fingers and I put it in my mouth. I sucked off the smudge of apple pie.

"I've just been stressing lately. There's this murderer on the loose who keeps killing my friends." He paused. "My family."

"They keep eating my kind and as the most fearsome leader in the land, everyone expects me to have a solution. I didn't even want to rule the gang in the first place."

Isaac stirred his fork around the empty aluminum pan. "My dad died and I inherited all his assets. I tried to pay it onto a friend, but my mom swore she'd never look at me if I sold the family business. She already doesn't talk to me..."

I noticed his nose wasn't straight either. No wonder his glasses were tipped more to the left.

"I don't even have the built of my dad," Isaac said. "I'm not as tall and I'm not all that skinny. More muscle than brain, and I'm not mean and cruel enough."

He dragged his hand through his hair, making it stand up again and pulled on the dark strands.

"I'm tired of walking into meetings with my father's friends, seeing these strangers, and contrasting the way our bodies are so different."

I bent over the table and his eyes snapped out of a trance.

I leaned in closer, wanting to get a better memory of an Isaac. His chapped lips were cut down the side and the bottom was swollen.

"I'm tired of comparing myself to others." His words cracked at the end. "I want this war between myself and my father to end."

A voice that didn't belong to me rose in my chest, flowing through my mouth. "Then let this be the beginning of your self acceptance journey," I told him.

I watched him get lost in the reflection of my blue eyes and white silk hair that draped down my shoulders. Years of experience and confidence was behind this soul that ordered me to speak, the memories behind this voice blurry and old. "Start to love yourself for who are you, and not hate yourself for who you're not," I spoke.

Isaac's lips rested open. "I think I'm in love with you." He laughed, eyes still glued to my face.

I picked the crumbs off my plate with my finger.

"Can we get more pie?" I asked.

"You can have all the pie you want." His smile widened and he waved the Applebees guy over.

Isaac kept talking and telling me about his story. I've never seen that many emotions on one face. The way his lip turned up and down, and the lines that formed across his forehead. How his brows scrunched and relaxed, and dimples peeked when his eyes squinted mid-laugh.

It wasn't until much later when he received a call on what he considered as a cell phone.

He apologized and brushed my hair back before standing up from the booth.

"Can we meet again? Here. Just after midnight."

I stayed silent and he smiled. "Good. Okay, I'll see you soon."

He stared at my face like it was the last time he'd see it before disappearing out of Applebees towards his car.

"Isaac is a really good kid. Too good for his kind," spoke the Applebees worker.

The man kept pouring this black liquid into my cup whenever he popped by. They said this drink was supposed to keep you up at night. I felt nothing.

Except I did remember to blow before drinking. That was a lesson Isaac taught me and that I'd forever remember.

"I'll just be in the back kitchen preparing for the morning rush. Holler if you need anything," he said before heading behind a pair of swinging doors.

I tucked my chin on my folded arms and stared at the glittery black blanket placed over the sky, the gems up above winking at me if I stared long enough.

My eyelids started to droop, and Isaac's face crossed my mind before the sleep took me away...

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I snapped upright and knocked the cup next to my arm.

"Fuck me!" It spilled over the table and all over my sleeping shorts, dampening my thighs. "Thefuck?" I spun around and recognized these wooden booths and awful green wallpaper that belonged in the vomit shade.

"Applebees? How in fuckery did I get here?!" I stared down at my pajamas, noticing a rip down my favourite sleeping top. "If this is the work of MTV, I swear I will burn their studio down."

A honey glow cast down the street and through the window, thankfully stabbing me in the eye. "Fucksunrise," I grumbled and blinked away.

I snatched a bunch of napkins and patted my shorts until they were a bit damp and stank of coffee. "That shit is gonna stain." I snorted a second after at my horrible pun and stood up.

"How did I..."

A man came out of the kitchen doors and looked at me with a weird face. "Where did the other girl go?" He held a plate of hot, buttered pancakes that made my stomach growl.

"Hey buddy, I just woke up." I glanced around the table for any sign of alcohol. None. Weird.

"The one with the white hair. Really pretty blue eyes. These are for her." He lifted the pancakes up, clearly disappointed by the brown bird nest I considered hair and muddy, tired eyes.

"She had what?" A chilly breeze snaked down my spine. No doors or windows were open.

"Silky hair. Bright blue eyes that almost looked meta human. A real—"

"Motherfuckingfucker."

"Actually, she didn't look like a MILF lover. More like—"

"What did she do?! Did she talk to anyone?" My stomach flipped and I needed a trash can to hurl up the last werewolf I ate. "Did anyone see her besides you?"

He raised his hands up in surrender. "I didn't have the night shift. I don't know. I just started working ten minutes ago and the guy before me said to deliver these pancakes to the pretty white haired girl at the booth."

I stomped over and snatched the pancakes off the plate. "First off, she isn't that pretty," I shouted with a mouthful of dough. "Second, I'll be taking these." I sprayed some chunks across his face and ran out the door.

"Hey, those aren't for you!" he exclaimed, waving his fist in the air.

I tore the pancake with my teeth, and eventually shoved it down my throat. "Those cocksuckingwordthatrhymeswithwitches." I sprinted home, barefoot and probably looking almost as insane as homeless George on streaking Fridays. Anger stacking faster than I could control, I opened my mouth and screamed.

I screamed up the porch, through the front door, up the stairs and straight into Bones room. I flipped over her mattress, sending her shriveled body to the floor with a thump.  

I screamed over to Sandy's bedroom, picked up his mattress and hurled it across the wall with him in it. 

I screamed over to Sandy's bed, picked up his mattress and hurled it across the wall with him in it.

I screamed until I marched downstairs, into the living room and stopped screaming until both of them stood in front of me.

"If that's what cramping sounds like, thank god for menopause," Bones said and wiggled one finger in her ear.

"Alice, I have school today. Why did you have to wake me up so early?" Sandy whined, rubbing the side of his face.

"Which one of you asswipingdickweeds went into the basement under the basement and unchained me last night?"

Bones and Sandy exchanged looks.

"I didn't."

"I didn't."

"One of you hamsterfuckers are lying to me."

"I was sleeping upstairs all night," Sandy defended.

"I heard a noise downstairs but by the time I got down there, the door was open. I closed it and went back upstairs to sleep," Bones explained.

"Quit hiking up my panties and blowing lies up my ass. No one needs a good lyingassblower here," I snapped.

Bones shuffled past me, her cane wobbling as she sunk down into the couch behind me. "What happened when you were unchained? Did you howl at the moon and morph into a werewolf? Or worse—did you stay ugly and not morph at all?"

"Do you want to die early?" I remarked at her.

"Go ahead. I already lived most of my life unlike you naive bean sprouts. I bet one of you is a virgin in this room."

"I've put a roof over both your heads!" I exclaimed. The glass figurines on the shelves started vibrating, the paintings shaking on the walls, some even falling to the floor.

"I'm giving you both food to eat! Saving you off the street!" I continued to spit.

"Technically—" Sandy began.

"Enough!" I screeched and the glass broke.

The lights flickered and things began floating up, furniture lifting to the ceiling like ghosts.  

"Uh, Alice," Bones said, voice thick with concern.

But I didn't hear her. I heard the strings in my patience cutting and the angry gears burning steam in my mind. "One of you broke the rules!"

"I didn't--" Bones fought.

"You both clearly don't understand the importance of not going into the basement under the basement." 

"Alice--"

"I'll have to show you then!" All the furniture crashed towards Sandy and Bones.

Bones brought her arms up, covering her whole body in a gust of wind and shot the wind forward, blowing the tables and couches back.

Things dented in the walls, and Sandy stepped towards me, grabbing my hands. "Alice, listen to me. We're not lying to you. Please, calm--Ouch!" He clutched his wrist, the heat radiating off my skin burning his hand.

I shoved him away and put a finger to his chest. "Let me show you what you've done."

I stormed away, the table legs and chairs rattling. I left the room and the lights stopped flickering, a low buzz leaving the two alone.

Blue liquid filled my eyes. A white fog flooded into the living room, snaking under the arms and legs of Sandy and Bones.

They watched the fog transform into a screen, playing what happened in the past through the circle fog.

Bones poked her cane through the fog, it still not stopping the past from playing out before them.

An image of a girl stuck in a storm appeared.

She kept running, the snow falling even faster now.

Layers began to grow and she didn't know where she was running, the world changing under her feet. She felt the snow drowning her legs as she trudged through, the sky white and the ground white and the air white.

Suddenly, she collapsed on her knees and threw her head back in a big wail. Her scream shot to the sky, shaking every living being who was above.

The galaxies next door felt the vibrations and she didn't stop, allowing her throat to burn and then her lungs, the tears even stinging down her cheeks.

She felt like she was being ripped apart. Everything inside of her tearing--her heart, her mind and---

Pain erupted on her side and she fell forward, clutching her lower stomach.

It was happening.  

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Author Note:

I hope this cleared up some stuff. :)

What do you think so far? It's hilarious to write the differences between Alice and her twin. They contrast each other immensely. XD

Still have questions? Don't be afraid to ask!

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from your favourite type of pi,

Xx 3.14 // Allandra Bones