school.
One nod is all it takes and I rush to my room and change. I throw my hair up as I meet Miles in the living room and without talking, we head out to the streets.
I let the sound of our feet hitting the pavement drown out all thoughts. I don't worry about my dad's condition or how we pay the bills. I don't think about the dancing or even Kane. I even ignore the aches and pains in my body as I push it too hard. I watch as the streets go by and take it in. I let it all paint itself over the memories of home as I make new memories.
N INE
London
This is the first time I've had the car on a weekend, so I plan to use it. Brooklyn isn't dancing tonight, so I decide to go see Miles and his band. Back home, he was in a local band and we never missed a gig. Since moving to Florida, I haven't seen a show. I haven't even met the bandmates.
"You look hot. Stop messing with your hair," Brooklyn snaps from behind me. I meet her eyes in the mirror.
"You sure? I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard."
She rolls her eyes and I laugh at the irony of the situation. She's in yoga pants and a tank top without a scratch of makeup. My hair has been curled so I have light waves, my eyes are dark and smoky, and I'm even wearing heels. We reversed roles. I never look better than her.
"You don't need to try London. Don't touch your hair again or it's gonna fall flat."
I leave the bathroom before I can fuss anymore. It's rare I take the time to do my hair and get dressed up. Brooklyn gets to play dress-up every night, so I should take her advice.
"You have food right? You need anything?"
"Jesus, London. I am a grown-up. I'll be fine," my sister says as she all but shoves me out the door.
"Okay. Call me if you need me!"
I'm on the way to the elevator when the doors slide open. Kane comes out, groceries in hand. He slows when he sees me approaching. I can't help but smile back when his lips slowly pull up into a grin.
"You look hot. Heading out?" he asks when I'm in front of him. "Or heading to work?"
"Out. I'm a photographer. I don't work nights," I tell him, trying not to laugh at the embarrassed look that crosses his face briefly.
"London," he says with a nod. My name rolls off his tongue easily and I love the way it sounds with his deep voice.
"You're catching on."
"It's not really fair to the rest of us. There are two of you beauties walking around. The weaker men don't stand a chance."
I blush at his words and move past him to hit the button for the elevator. I learned the hard way to avoid guys who think we are both attractive, which is impossible in reality since we are identical. So basically, I avoid guys in general.
"What does that make you? Are you a weaker man, or stronger?" I tease over my shoulder.
His eyes darken as they travel over my body. I shiver even though the hallway is humid and warmer than outside.
"I'm not sure yet."
"Let's hope you don't have to find out."
The elevator doors open and I wave quickly before slipping outside. When they close and I can't see him anymore, I take a deep breath. Kane has an intensity that makes me uneasy. I feel like I could be swallowed easily by his looks alone.
I'm not equipped for men like Kane. He's cynical, sexy, and powerful. There's something about him that screams damaged. Brooklyn is the one who can handle a man like that. She loves trouble. I can't even handle the looks he gives me in the hall that probably mean nothing.
I find the Sand Bar easily and pay my cover charge. Walking inside, I feel a rush of excitement. Everyone around me is happy and dancing around. Loud laughter and talking mingles with the soft sounds of the band warming up. The room is lit with randomly colored light bulbs scattered in the ceiling. I love the way the colors are dancing across the people as they move. Old street signs cover the walls.
"London?" Miles calls for me. His grin is wide as he jumps off the stage to meet me. "You
One nod is all it takes and I rush to my room and change. I throw my hair up as I meet Miles in the living room and without talking, we head out to the streets.
I let the sound of our feet hitting the pavement drown out all thoughts. I don't worry about my dad's condition or how we pay the bills. I don't think about the dancing or even Kane. I even ignore the aches and pains in my body as I push it too hard. I watch as the streets go by and take it in. I let it all paint itself over the memories of home as I make new memories.
N INE
London
This is the first time I've had the car on a weekend, so I plan to use it. Brooklyn isn't dancing tonight, so I decide to go see Miles and his band. Back home, he was in a local band and we never missed a gig. Since moving to Florida, I haven't seen a show. I haven't even met the bandmates.
"You look hot. Stop messing with your hair," Brooklyn snaps from behind me. I meet her eyes in the mirror.
"You sure? I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard."
She rolls her eyes and I laugh at the irony of the situation. She's in yoga pants and a tank top without a scratch of makeup. My hair has been curled so I have light waves, my eyes are dark and smoky, and I'm even wearing heels. We reversed roles. I never look better than her.
"You don't need to try London. Don't touch your hair again or it's gonna fall flat."
I leave the bathroom before I can fuss anymore. It's rare I take the time to do my hair and get dressed up. Brooklyn gets to play dress-up every night, so I should take her advice.
"You have food right? You need anything?"
"Jesus, London. I am a grown-up. I'll be fine," my sister says as she all but shoves me out the door.
"Okay. Call me if you need me!"
I'm on the way to the elevator when the doors slide open. Kane comes out, groceries in hand. He slows when he sees me approaching. I can't help but smile back when his lips slowly pull up into a grin.
"You look hot. Heading out?" he asks when I'm in front of him. "Or heading to work?"
"Out. I'm a photographer. I don't work nights," I tell him, trying not to laugh at the embarrassed look that crosses his face briefly.
"London," he says with a nod. My name rolls off his tongue easily and I love the way it sounds with his deep voice.
"You're catching on."
"It's not really fair to the rest of us. There are two of you beauties walking around. The weaker men don't stand a chance."
I blush at his words and move past him to hit the button for the elevator. I learned the hard way to avoid guys who think we are both attractive, which is impossible in reality since we are identical. So basically, I avoid guys in general.
"What does that make you? Are you a weaker man, or stronger?" I tease over my shoulder.
His eyes darken as they travel over my body. I shiver even though the hallway is humid and warmer than outside.
"I'm not sure yet."
"Let's hope you don't have to find out."
The elevator doors open and I wave quickly before slipping outside. When they close and I can't see him anymore, I take a deep breath. Kane has an intensity that makes me uneasy. I feel like I could be swallowed easily by his looks alone.
I'm not equipped for men like Kane. He's cynical, sexy, and powerful. There's something about him that screams damaged. Brooklyn is the one who can handle a man like that. She loves trouble. I can't even handle the looks he gives me in the hall that probably mean nothing.
I find the Sand Bar easily and pay my cover charge. Walking inside, I feel a rush of excitement. Everyone around me is happy and dancing around. Loud laughter and talking mingles with the soft sounds of the band warming up. The room is lit with randomly colored light bulbs scattered in the ceiling. I love the way the colors are dancing across the people as they move. Old street signs cover the walls.
"London?" Miles calls for me. His grin is wide as he jumps off the stage to meet me. "You
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