Chapter 1

I had never met my parents. Well I suppose I had when I was a baby, but my life was nothing like how everyone else grows up. Sure I always had Grandma Karen, but I always wanted more. I always wanted a mom, a dad, a real family.

I can only really remember one time that I got to see my dad. It was when I was three and had begged my uncle Lucas to take me to one of his basketball games. I was meeting the team when a man stepped into the room. He was tall and had the same deep blue eyes and black hair as I do. I ran into his arms knowing that was where I was supposed to be. He held me for a while until I turned and asked him, "Are you my daddy?"

There were tears in his eyes when he finally answered, "Yes."

That was all I knew. He had left shortly afterward, and Uncle Luke had rushed me home. All I had to go on was that he played basketball and slightly resembled me (well not exactly the whole size part, I am pretty petite). Know that I think about it, he might not have resembled me at all. It was just one of those memories that I had played over so many times in my head that it so easily could have been altered.

It wasn't until four years ago that I had seen that face again. How could I not have it was spread all over the magazine covers and entertainment shows? Grandma Karen had tried to hide it at first, but in very subtle ways. The quick turn of a channel as I walked into the room, the missing magazines from the café, were all too easy for a thirteen year old to miss when other things were already crowding my mind. Gossip though is always one of the main priorities for a teenager, especially when they were taught by the queen bee herself, or as I like to call her Auntie Brooke.

It was when I was eavesdropping on Lucas and Brooke, a skill she had taught me (though I guess had never expected me to use on her), when I finally discovered all the strangeness.

"Riley is smart, Luke. She's gonna see this sooner or latter," Brooke whispered from the back room of the café.

"Maybe not," Lucas answered, in the same hushed voice as his wife.

"Luke, she looks exactly like them and there pictures are everywhere," Brooke pointed out. "It's like they are Brangelina, but more Naley."

I took that time to walk causally in, as if I hadn't heard a thing. "Whose Naley and Brangelina," I asked sitting down on an empty, slightly worn out stool, which had been hidden away to the back.

"Well Brangelina was like this famous power couple from our day and Naley is, um, the newest power couple."

I had waited for her to say more, but she simply left it at that. This was very unlike the blabber mouth Brooke I had grown to love. I nodded and stepped out of the room, determined to know more.

Ok so this is a finished story of mine, but I am planning a sequal so I thought it would be a good idea to add the origanal!