Hi, my name is Mike, and I have a superpower that I have been given since birth - I have an exact copy of me. Yep, it's my brother - Dean, we're twins. And we love to use this! At school, we are the kings of gags. But at one point we took it too far...
I started dating a girl, her name is Vicky. We met online, and she was from another school, so she didn't know that I had a brother. Great opportunity for a prank! I was supposed to meet her after school, but didn't go. Instead, I sent Dean. I think we need to clarify one thing. We are not just very similar, we are completely identical! We have the same eye color and even voice! We can only be distinguished by one small detail - I have a mole on my temple. And that's why we wear baseball caps.
We approached this prank with double enthusiasm. Do you get it? Because there are two of us, haha! We planned everything: I told him what to say and how to behave, and then I was going to suddenly find them in the park. Here it is - the moment of truth - they got ice cream, found a bench to have a seat on, and then I came up and said, "Hey, Vicky, who are you hanging out with?!" She looked at me and froze. There was an awkward pause, Dean and I looked at each other and started laughing. “That was awesome prank!” I thought. But at that very moment everything changed. Vicky did not appreciate the joke. She got up with a poker face, took her bag, and left. I looked at Dean. "Go get her, dude!"
After a second, I was already walking next to her. “Hey, did I offend you? It's a joke! Don't you get it? ” She understood the joke. But she was still offended. Vicki said that we didn't just prank her, we actually tricked her. This is how we had our first argument. I told her about our sense of humor and jokes, she told me about trust. It seems to be all right, and she forgave me. But, unfortunately, she hasn't forgotten. From that moment on, she reminded me of it every chance she got. She accidentally confuses my name with Dean's, then she specifically looks under my cap, looking for my mole. I tolerated it because I understood that it was my fault. But at some point, it turned into paranoia. She would check to see who was in front of her at every moment. The last bit of my patience was the moment when we were in a cafe, I went to wash my hands, and when I came back, she began to check me all over again. The moment of the second serious conversation had come. She promised that she would trust me, only if I promised that I would never use my twin.
The dust settled, and everything was fine with us. Very good. I would even say doubly good, but you know, I promised. But I would not be telling you this story if that was the end of it.
I was on my way to meet with Vicky, glowing with happiness, because I had gotten tickets to our favorite band for her and I. And the best part - the tickets were to the fan zone. That means we would be as close as possible to the scene. When we met, Vicki was in such a good mood - she had just heard about her friend's birthday, basically a really cool party at her house, and we were invited. And, of course, the concert and the party were on the same day.
On the one hand, there was the concert of my dreams, on the other - a pretty boring party with her friends, who I don’t like, and they don`t like me either, but at the same time, I would make Vicki happy. This problem could easily be solved if I could be in two places at the same time. This was my superpower after all. I planned everything. It would take two hours, max, and no one will even know.
In the evening we went to Vicki’s friend's house and the party was just beginning. When everyone started to dance, I snuck off onto the street, and Dean took my place at the house party. I received a message from him shortly after, saying, "Everything is OK!" Twenty minutes later, I'm standing in the fan zone, the musicians take the stage, and I just get overwhelmed with emotions!
What happened after that moment at the party, I know from Dean. Everything was going perfect. Vicky was hanging out with her friends more, Dean tried not to disappear, but also stayed in sight so that Vicki would not suspect anything. Oh, to be sure, after years of practice, we have learned how to portray each other perfectly. Once I managed to pass a math test for myself, and then change clothes, and take it again and pass it for Dean. And Dean did the same thing for me with biology.
But there was one small hiccup. Nobody play Twister during exams, and no one needed to stand upside down. Damn Twister ruined everything! During the game, his cap slipped, and Vicki saw that small detail that distinguishes us.