I fixed the collar of my shirt, nervous for our interview with Ellen.

Dylan walked up to me, "Dude, you're gonna be fine!"

"Maze Runner cast, you're up! Good luck!" I nodded and fake smiled at the woman with the clipboard.

"Please welcome... THE MAZE RUNNER CAST!"

We ran out onto the stage and took our seats. When I went to sit down, there were no more space left.

I shrugged, "Oh well... I'll just sit on Dylan's lap."

The fans in the audience screamed. Me and Dylan laughed.

In the end, Ellen got me a spare chair and I sat on that rather than Dylan's lap.

"So, how is it working with each other?"

"I mean... We have arguments, some good, some bad. But I think what matters the most is that we're friends afterwards. We always apologise for what we were wrong in doing and we'd get on just as well - maybe a bit more - than before." I answered.

"Way to keep it short, Tom. They've gotta write this down, you know..." Kaya teased. Everyone laughed as I held my hands up, surrendering.

Ellen asked us a few more questions before saying one that shocked all of us.

"Okay. As you probably don't know," we all laughed, "at least one person in the world looks like you... Possibly..."

We nodded, "Mhm."

"I have a feeling I know this is going, hmm." Dylan made a funny face, everyone laughing in response.

"Now... How would you like to meet your look-a-likes? Come on out!" Ellen stood up and gestured towards the direction we were facing.

One by one, people came out. I waited anxiously for mine to come out.

He finally came and stood with the others.

Whilst Ellen was asking the other look-a-likes questions, he was standing there, awkwardly, his eyes scanning around the room as his adams apple disappeared, then reappeared as he gulped in fear. He also had a silver dog tag hanging out of his shirt.

His eyes landed on me and I gave him a warm, sincere smile. He smiled back a smile that mirrored mine exactly.

Ellen moved onto him, "So everyone, this is Daniel. He is Mr. Sangster's look-a-like. It's recently come to attention that you are suffering with anxiety at the moment, how's that?"

"Umm... Anxiety is probably the most simple-sounding, less threatening to the ear diagnosis term. Uh... Before I was diagnosed with it, I thought it was something small, something that wasn't really life changing...

Now that I am going through it, it's nothing like that. I've lost 5-6 months of my education because of it. It's not an easy thing to go through and it blows my mind how so many people manage to stay strong and pull through everything." He started off quiet but gained his confidence as he saw people stare at him in wonder and intrigued with the way he worded everything.

"Okay... It's also an apparent thing that you can sing, right?"

Daniel blushed, his cheeks turning to a different fade of red/pink.

"A little..." He murmured. His mic picked it up though. Everyone - including me - cheered, encouraging him to sing.

He sighed and walked to the middle of the stage, right in front of us and Ellen but facing the crowd.

  "I'll be needing stitches...." He finished the song.

Everyone cheered. I stood up and hollered while clapping. I wasn't jealous that this guy looked at me, I wasn't jealous that he could sing just as I could, I wasn't jealous of his personality or anything.

How you are... Makes you who you are...