London We were meeting at a cafe uptown. The cab ride over put a dent on my already bleeding account balance, but i figured it was what it. I may just be getting the first acceptance on my draft meaning that I could start to make some real money soon. The thought left me pleasantly optimistic. But most importantly, I was going to achieve my dreams of becoming a published writer. It was the only thing I had ever prayed fervently for. Until i met Sin though. My prayers since him had become that he'd magically wake up and realize that I was London all along and I was the one he really loved.Pathetic, I knew.The meeting was supposed to start by eleven, but I was fifteen minutes early so I decided to get the breakfast special. Fluffy pancakes, drowned in syrup and coffee. Every bite transported me to that first morning when Sin had brought me breakfast in bed. Everything reminded me of him. Cheyenne, the editor finally showed up by past twelve. Exactly sixty two minutes late to our me
LondonAs soon as I got home, I took off my clothes and dug out my ancient laptop. It was in dire need of retirement, but I hadn't been able to save up to buy a new one. It was in my permanent budget list, but everyday, something else came up and it went further down the list. I didn't dwell on that thought too long though. I had a book to write. An exciting story, the sort of stuff I had always dreamed about writing. That wouldn't leave me a miserable mess while I tried to clang at the engines in my brain for even the least hundred words.Nothing gave writer's block faster than writing a book you really had no interest in.The laptop took forever to boot, or at least it felt like forever with how eager and excited I was to start writing. There were so many ideas in my head and I didn't even know where to start from. I immediately navigated to my writing app as the laptop finally came on. Here we go. I took a deep breath and let it all out. All the rejected manuscripts, the fear of f
SinclairIt wasn't just my imagination that everybody had been giving me weird glances all day. At first I had assumed it had something to do with my less than civilized behavior of recent, but then I had realized I was wrong. They didn't look wary, they looked rather understanding. If that made any sense. Like they had just pieced together a daunting puzzle.I didn't want to be here, if I was being honest. Work was the last thing I wanted to do, but moping around in my big, empty apartment was a worse fate for me. I had to get over everything that had happened and this was step one. Throwing myself back into the familiar routine of work, work and more work. If I took a moment to rest, all the memories would come flooding back and honestly, I didn't have the energy to start rehashing it again, questioning myself and beating myself up about it. That chapter was closed. Fin. The end. The Albright sisters could carry on with their life like I hadn't ever interrupted it and I'd do the s
Sinclair.I hightailed it out of the meeting as soon as it ended, not sticking around a moment longer than I was supposed to. No way in hell was I letting Sajan catch up to me with questions about Cathleen/London and rehashing the events of the vacation from hell. I'd rather stick a knife into my skull than go through that painful conversation. I let Harper know that I wasn't to be disturbed by any of the team from the meeting and hid out in my office. It wasn't like I crawled under my table or some ridiculous thing like that. Nobody could get through me without Harper giving them the say so. I was suddenly glad that I had installed the more costly privacy glass. It was entirely one way meaning that I could see out but nobody could see in.It must have been creepy for the people on the office open floor, but I was the boss, it wasn't my job to cater to their fragile sensibilities. I left work for the first time since I had come back to New York before seven pm. I had to go get ready
SinclairShe gave me an unimpressed look. "You'll cause a scene, we-""I don't care if we're standing under the spotlight with microphones in our hands. What the bloody hell are you doing here?" I gritted out. She rolled her eyes in a gesture so similar to London's that I was taken aback for a second. "I'm representing my boss here. He couldn't make it.""Good for you." I turned to walk away but her hand caught my arm in a tight grip, holding me in place."What do you think you're doing?" She hissed."Getting as humanly far away from you as I can. What does it look like I'm doing?" "You're being silly. Our break up has nothing to do with here and now. We're supposed to be projecting a united front or tongues will start wagging." I chuckled humorlessly. "The fact that you think I give a shit is hilarious. I'd rather get a hole in my head than stand with you all night and pretend I don't want to strangle the life out of you." She removed her hand from my sleeve. "I called Harper to g
LondonThe familiar sound of my ringtone woke me up an hour before my alarm was set to ring. I groaned in annoyance as I reached for the phone and swiped to answer without even checking who it was."'Ello." I should have learned my lesson about picking surprise calls after the whole issue with Sinleen. Ridiculous ship name, I know."London, are you still asleep?" The voice on the other end was disapproving. I bolted upright, all traces of sleep long gone. It was four thirty am, way too early to be dealing with my family. "Mum. It's four-thirty." I pointed out. "Cathleen was already at the gym when I called her."I rolled my eyes. It was never anything new with Lisa Albright, the usual comparison between the good twin and the failed twin. Joy. "Do you ever gym?" "Cathleen sits on her butt all day while I am on my feet all day. One of us needs the gym and it isn't me." I stood up and headed to the kitchen. I was already up, might as well start my day.She made an unimpressed soun
LondonTime ran at snail’s pace when one was actually counting down the seconds. My shift on Friday that usually felt like a handful of minutes had felt like an eternity. Our manager Jane had even snapped at me when she had caught me checking my watch for the umpteenth time. Threatening me that if I checked the time one more time, I could go home and go do whatever was so important to me and never return.That had snapped me out of my moping very fast. I had only caught about three hours of sleep that night. Early on Saturday morning, I had caught a greyhound to Springfield where we had grown up and where my parents’ still lived. I rang the doorbell when I finally got there.“Mason!” I heard my mum yell. “can you go get the door. Someone’s there?” “Who?” My father asked.“Well, how would I know? Go find out.” I could picture clearly what was going on inside. My mother was probably doing one chore or the other. Growing up, she had never liked to be idol, constantly finding some s
LondonIt took me far longer to get to the pharmacy and back since I had to walk a majority of the way to save up on cab fare. I had already spent so much money on wine and a new dress, no way was I dishing out even more on a complete fare from my parents' house to the store and back. Poverty 101, walk half the distance to cut costs. I suddenly regretted buying that bottle of wine, I could have taken their disappointment and criticism. At this point it was nothing new. Not like they were going to even drink it. By the time Cath arrived with a horrendously expensive bottle, they were going to coo over it and how great she was and relegate mine to a back shelf to be forgotten. It was almost a canon event at this point. I paused. Where had all the resentment towards my family come from all of a sudden? It was as if I was suddenly seeing things from someone else's eyes. Maybe the eyes of the new London. London that had met and fallen in love with Sin. London that had decided to start s
One month laterLondon“What if this doesn’t work?” I wrung my hands nervously. Cath rolled her eyes. “You’re the one that came up with this ridiculous plan.” I glared at her. “Hey! You’re the one who started the whole twin switch trend.” “Gabriel thinks this is stupid too.” She pointed out. I huffed. “I can’t believe you even told Gabriel. This was supposed to be between us.” “I’m not going to rub myself over Sinclair without my boyfriend knowing.” She said. “You should just go be Gabriel’s twin then. Ugh, isn’t there like a sacred twin code or something.” She shrugged. “I’m confused about what you’re trying to do here exactly, Lon. Isn’t Sin like so head over heels in love with you that he has a tunnel vision for you.” “Well, but what if?” I whined. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Sin and I were okay, everything was perfect, and yet… yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he could just love my sister as easily again. I knew it was just my insecurities rearing their ugl
SinclairI had just gotten back from work, a single foot inside my apartment when my phone rang. I dug it out the inner pocket of my suit jacket. “Hello.” “Am I speaking to Sinclair Donovan-Wells?”“Yes. Who’s this?” “I’m calling about Miss Albright, she’s been involved in an accident and you are…”The woman’s words trailed off. Blood rushed out of my head and I felt dizzy and unsteady. “Where? Where’s she?” I managed to ask through the lump in my throat. I was already jumping into the elevator and stabbing the button for the ground floor repeatedly by the time the woman began to rattle off the location. “Thanks.” I said and hung up. The drive over was one big blur, I must have run several red lights in my rush to the hospital. All I could think was that London was lying in a bed, hurt and she needed me. She had to be okay. She had to be. I should never have wasted so much time running around my feelings for her. I should never have even let her walk away from me, from us back
London“I need you.” Three words. Eight letters. The exact same ones from the very same person that had gotten me into the biggest disaster of my life. Maybe I was weak, pathetic, a pushover, whatever you wanted to call it. A wiser and stronger person would have blocked my sister’s number, cut off all connections to her and my parents. Because they had hurt me. The kind of hurt where after years and years of it, I hadn’t even realized that I was being destroyed from inside out. The kind of hurt where they had broken me so much that I thought I had to be the one constantly apologizing for myself. For some reason though, I just couldn’t take that final step. I wasn’t Cath no matter how much I wanted to be sometimes. I was angry and heartbroken about everything, but I knew that someday I’d want to talk about it more calmly and heal. My phone had been blowing up since everything had gone down. I had listened to my parents cry over the phone, but Cath had been radio silent except that o
London“I don’t think I’ve ever fully recovered from that night of debauchery.” Eva said as she joined me in the booth. It was the day after Adam and I’s surprisingly fun date. I had been surprised at how well he had taken my rejection, but also glad about it. I’d have hated to have been mean to drive home my obvious lack of interest. Thankfully there had been no need for that. Eva’s lunch break corresponded with mine so we had decided to have a quick lunch together. My treat, because I now had some much needed amount of money in my bank account thanks to March Madness selling out. The hype around it was still going on strong. I guess everyone was curious about the new bestselling book by a previously unheard of author. It felt good to have money, but it felt much better to be able to pay for lunch with my friends. Eva had paid all the other times we had gone out together and even though she had assured me that I shouldn’t think too much about it cause she had money to burn, I still
LondonI had been digging through my wardrobe at a loss for what to wear for my date with Adam when I’d stumbled upon this really cute pink blouse. It was an old cloth but I had never won it because it had been too big at the time I had gotten it. Almost five years later and it was now perfectly my size. It was also perfect for this date paired with dark skinny jeans and black ankle boots. It gave the vibe I had meant to go for which was cute but not too sexy to look inviting. A little stern, but still lovely. The blouse had big flowy sleeves that I loved so much. I put my hair into a low bun, applied minimal make up and a spritz of perfume, then left my apartment to meet Adam at the foyer of my building. I had set up this date earlier today when I had run into him at the dog park. My decision to talk to Sin had hardened into a sure resolve. No matter how it turned out, I knew I couldn’t go out with Adam. I just wasn’t in the right place to pursue anything with him and I had to tel
SinclairAs soon as Cathleen left, I rang Lucas up. “Hey, man. What’s up?” “Sips Plix in fifteen?” I asked. “Make it twenty, I drove out to my sister’s place.” He said. “Sure.” I hung up. Changing out of my shirt and slacks, I slipped into a dark grey T-shirt and black corduroy pants, grabbed my wallet, car keys and headed out. I needed to talk to Lucas and get his opinion on things, but in reality, I knew that even if he discouraged me from going after London, I would still do it. I needed him as more of a sounding board to know how to go ahead with getting her back than anything else. I had made up my mind that I wasn’t spending one more second moping around and waiting for some force of nature to yank us back into each other’s orbits. Lucas showed up almost ten minutes after I’d gotten to the bar. My half full glass of alcohol had been left untouched. “Hey, this had better be an emergency.” He said as he joined me at the bar. “I had to leave my sister’s cute kids halfway int
SinclairI had completely forgotten that Cathleen had access to my apartment. The first thing I usually did when I ended things with a woman was revoke her access to my place. It had always seemed unnecessary with Cathleen though. She was the last person that would show up out of the blues to exchange words or do something crazy. But then again, maybe I had always just overestimated her. I was in the living room with my laptop when I heard the sound of heels clicking behind me. I looked over my shoulder.The first thing I thought was that London was here, in my apartment. My heart leaped. It came crashing back down when my brain finally registered that it wasn’t London at all, but Cath. Now that I knew them, I could clearly differentiate them even half asleep. They were perfectly identical of course, a mirror image. But I had had London in my arms and fallen in love with every inch of skin on her body, so my soul would know her even in the dark. And this wasn’t her.I followed Cat
LondonIt was almost three am when we were all finally wiped from a night of drinking, singing along to the music Eva had queued up to her amazing surround sound speakers and laughing till our bellies began to hurt. All in all, it had been an amazing night. Eva’s bed was super large and so somehow we had all fallen into it in a tangle of limbs and hair. When I woke up, it was almost five am. My head felt like someone had taken a drill to it and my mouth tasted like it had been stuffed with cotton. I tried to silently slip into the bathroom but ended up making more noise than I had expected. The girls were either too drunk or too deep in sleep to notice because when I looked over my shoulder, neither of them had stirred. I let out a breath of relief and tiptoed to the bathroom. I quickly peed and splashed water on my face and rinsed my foul tasting mouth out before making my way to the kitchen. I gulped down three glasses of water then located an Advil and popped two down my throat.
LondonStatic buzzed in my ear at her words. March Madness had what? “I d-don’t understand. What are you talking about?” I stammered. March Madness was my singular published book, and it was a raging failure. Only about ten copies of it had been bought since it’s release two years ago. The horrible sales had made me depressed for the longest time, and my editor had also cut off ties with me afterwards. And now, she was telling me that it had sold out? I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. “Your book, March Madness.” She clarified, her voice never loosing that edge of excitement. I understood her excitement. My book suddenly making it big was like Christmas to her, it meant that she was about to line her pockets with some serious cash. And so was I. “It’s just become an overnight sensation. Six thousand copies were bought and now it’s on the New York bestseller list. Not on the top three, but I believe it could actually get there.” “Oh.” I said stupidly. “As I’m talk