I sat on my couch, humiliated about what had happened. Emma was such a jerk. Maria was even more of a jerk. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Eric and some other guy. Whoa. He was adorable.
“Hi,” said Eric. He looked happy but some what uncomfortable.
“Hey,” I said. “Who’s that?”
“Oh that’s Greg., my twin,”. They looked nothing alike. Eric was well, Eric but Greg was…wow.
“Hi!” he said not appearing to be nervous at all. “You look like you’ve been crying. What’s wrong?” The guy had just showed up on my stoop and now is showing complete concern for me. Now this was a dream come true. Not Jake. Not Eric. But Greg.
“It’s nothing really,” I said. I glanced at myself in the mirror was we were passing through to the living room. My mascara was running down my face. It was obvious I was upset.
“Tell me, please. I’m not like Eric. I won’t blab your secrets. We’re fraternal twins, you know!” Greg was amazing. I had known the guy for ten minutes and I knew I was in love.