The Parent Trap:
18 year old Lance and Leeza were given up and separated from each other when they were 2 years old by their parents, Roger Davis and Mimi Marquez. While living their lives in NYC, 16 years after their breakup, Roger and Mimi each come across one of the twins. Will the family ever be reunited? Bad summary, VERY good multi chapter! Read/Review!
Lafayette Street, NYC 2009:
Leeza pushed a strand of her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear while her boyfriend Nate prepped some needles for them. They were both leaning against a building and Leeza, a pretty well known club singer in the city, hummed a tune to the song "Hair" from one of her favorite musicals. "Here you go babe." Nate said, kissing her neck as he handed her the needle. She took it and looked for a vein in her arm, something she'd gotten used to doing since she was 16 years old, 2 almost 3 years ago. She had never been and never was a "bad" girl, she was actually a goody two shoes, aside from the heroin of course. People walked by, and a middle aged blonde guy in a worn black leather jacket approached Nate and Leeza's spot on the sidewalk, his gaze shifted from the ground over to Leeza's eyes, and then to what she was doing. As if in slow motion his quickly paced steps slowed down as he passed them, with an odd almost frightened look on his face while his eyes set on the needle. Leeza hesitated shooting it into her skin because her eyes were too busy being locked on the man's, she had seen those eyes somewhere. Suddenly the blonde man tripped on something, sending his body soaring down to the sidewalk. When Leeza saw the blood on his knee beginning to seep through his jeans she ran over and bent down. He lifted up his pant leg to examine his knee. "Here, I ca…" She began, reaching her fingers to touch his knee but he quickly pulled it away and put his hands out.
"No, no you can't. I have…" Leeza's face softened.
"Me too." She whispered. Nate had gotten impatient with Leeza and had shot up without her and was too lost in the high right now to realize what was going on. Leeza's eyes were lost in the man's for a few seconds before she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a band aid and handed it to him.
"Thanks." He said, standing up. He gave her a little nod after putting the band aid on and walked away. Leeza was left trying to figure out where she'd seen the man's eyes before, while Roger Davis was left wondering if the girl had been, if she could be, a girl he never thought he'd get the chance to see again.
Mimi Marquez lowered herself to the ground and placed a red rose next to the grave. "I miss you Ang, I love you." She whispered, kissing her fingers and then touching the grave. She blinked back the tears she had blinked back for 20 years and smoothed her hair that was blowing from the wind. Mimi thought back to the days before her friend's death. The days of mediating fights between Mo and Jo, and of romantic dates with Roger, the days before those cold winter dates without him, and the days before, before, those two little bundles of joy. They really had been bundles of joy, but they were getting closer and closer to the end of their lives and had given them up. If only she knew that she would have lasted this long, she could still have her son and daughter. Mimi remembered coming to Angel's grave and talking to her the day before her and Roger took the babies to the orphanage. And she remembered talking to Angel's grave the day her and Roger had broken up. Mimi smiled sadly and gave the grave a small wave and walked to Lafayette Street, opening the door to the theater that she ushered and worked at, the Astor Place Theater and getting ready to start her shift.
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