Separated At Birth
Michael Atwood looked at the house—no, mansion—coming up in the distance. 'They live in style,' he thought. The cab pulled up to the door, and he handed the money to the driver. He walked up to the front door, and rang the bell. The door was opened by a tall, lanky guy with dark brown hair, and pale skin. "Uh…hi. Can I help you?" The guy asked. "Yeah. Um, my name's Michael…I'm here to see Ryan." "Huh…okay, then. Cone on in. I'll go get him. My name is Seth, by the way…Seth Cohen." The kid told him. "I'll just introduce myself to all of your family when we see them." Michael said. "Just sit down on the couch, and I'll go find Ryan." Seth told him. Seth walked off, and Michael sat down, and tried to remain calm. When Seth walked back in, he had a man and a woman with him, and a person Michael could only assume was Ryan. The man looked to be an older version of Seth, except for the eyes. Seth had the woman's eyes. "Hi, my name is Sandy Cohen, and this is my wife, Kirsten. We're Seth's parents, and this young man standing beside us is Ryan." The man said. When his name was mentioned, Ryan gave a small wave of his hand. "Um, hi. I'm Michael…Michael Atwood." When he gave them his name, they all gave him looks of disbelief, so he continued. "I was born to Dawn and Frank Atwood on August 4, 1987. Ryan, we're twins. Frank and Dawn, the people you probably know as Mom and Dad knew that they would only be able to keep one of us, due to monetary problems at that time. It tore them up inside, but in the end, they finally chose. They chose to keep you, and I was taken to an adoption agency when Mom was released from the hospital. I bounced from foster home to foster home until last year. When I was placed in my last foster home, I realized that I liked it there. I was finally making friends, and my foster mom wasn't a complete bitch…sorry if my language offends you, Mr. and Mrs. Cohen. I thought it would last, but my foster mom was in a car accident last month. She had hidden some papers in a safe, and given me the combination in case something was to happen to her. When she died in the hospital, she slipped the combination in my hand, and told me that there were papers in there telling me who my biological parents were. When I looked in there and saw my birth certificate, and it said I was a twin, I searched for anyone with the last name Atwood. I got four results. Frank Atwood, Dawn Enders Atwood, Trey Atwood, and Ryan Atwood. There was a birth certificate for all of you, a marriage certificate for Frank and Dawn, criminal records for Frank, Trey, and Dawn, but I only found the birth certificate for you, Ryan. When I looked at the birth date, I knew that you were my twin. So I did a little more digging, and saw that you were adopted by the Cohen's, and looked them up, and found the address, and here I am." By the time Michael was finished with his speech, everyone was sitting down, and Michael was out of breath. He looked up, and saw Ryan deep in thought. When Ryan spoke, all he said was three words, "I believe you." "Wait, you do? I mean, I'm glad and all, but no one would normally believe a story like that." Michael said. "I believe you, because my mom said something about wishing my brother could be there when I was little, and I knew in the back of my mind that she wasn't talking about Trey." Ryan told him. Michael looked astounded at this, but said nothing. When Ryan asked him if he had anywhere to stay, Michael told him that he was just planning on finding a motel to stay at. When he heard this, Ryan looked shocked. He gave Sandy and Kirsten a look, silently asking if Michael could stay with them, and they nodded. "You'll stay with us." Kirsten said.
***Author's Note—From now on, I will be separating it into the character's POV's. Anyway…do you see the little button below marked 'Review'? It's so easy…just click, and type.