Chapter One.
'Girl!' I Heard Being Yelled From Down The Hallway, As Marc? Yes I Think That's His Name, Stuck His Head Out Of My Bedroom Doorway. 'I Called Your Name. Come Here.'
'Actually. You Didn't Call My Name. Do You Even Remember My Name?' Cause I Can't Remember Yours. I Added In My Head, As I Walked To The Room.
'Aww, Huney. Don't Go Ruining This By Bringing Up Names. I Don't Care If You A Jodi, A Barbra, Or A Sue. As Long As You're In Be, That Will Do.'
John Doe Was Finally Standing In Front Of Me. A Full Six Feet, Two Inches Tall. Hazel Eyes. Blondish-Brownish Hair. A Perfect Copy Of Him. Except They Were Different Still. Something About Them Was Different. You'd Think, If I Could Find Someone Who Looked Just Like Him, They'd Be The Same. No. Their Personalities. He'd Never Tell Me Names Didn't Matter. He'd Never Say He Wanted Me Just In Bed, Unlike This Guy. John Doe, Was Not Him. And That's All That Mattered.
'Please Leave,' I Mumbled Under My Breath. 'Just Go. You're Not Him.'
John Doe, I Probably Should've At Least Made A Effort To Learn It, Smiled At Me With An Evil Grin. 'What Did You Say, Dear?' Thank Goodness He Didn't My Last Comment.
I Spoke As I Took A Step Back, 'I Said, Please Leave. This Isn't Your Home. We Did What You Wanted To Do. Here Leave Your Number, And I'll Call You Next Time I Need This Again.'
He Took A Step Forward. I Took One Back. 'Hey, Now Let's Not Be Rushing Things. How About Next time You Need It, Go To the Bar We Met At And Ask For Phoenix. Okay? No Numbers Yet.'
'Okay. That Sounds Like A Plan. I'll See You Sometime.' I Said As He Stepped Around Me And Left.
They Looked So Much Alike. Why? Why Does The Personality Matter? He's Gone. He's Gone, And There's Nothing I Can Do About It. Not My Fault. Get A Hold Of Yourself Girl. Date Blonde Haired Blue Eyes Guys From Now On. Obviously Guys Who Look Like Him, Aren't Him.
And That Thought Made Me Fall To The Floor. Curl Up Into A Little Ball. And Cry.