"Just play the two damn notes…" I say through clenched teeth.

She sighs and hides her face in her hands. I wait in silence, biting hard unto the pick in my mouth. We don't look directly at each other; it'd only increase the tension and being only a day away from our first show, well, we can't really afford the distraction.

She nods, mostly to herself it seems, and lets out a puff of air though her lips.

"Ok, let's do this one more time," I instruct. I take the pick from my mouth and take a short pause before hitting the strings. Perfectly in sync, we both begin playing at exact same time. I exhale, so far so good.

"Built a wall of books between us in our bed…"I start to sing.

We continue playing and then I hear it.

"For the love of fuck, is it really that difficult to press-" I begin to say, giving up on being patient and throwing the pick across the room.

"Fuck you, ok!? Shit, it was a mistake, I almost had it." She glares at me, shakes her head, and then, out of nowhere, turns and makes her way out the door.

"What the-!? Where the fuck are you-!?" I begin to rise from my stool, anger rising inside my chest. I'm about to take my guitar off when she storms back inside, taking me by surprise when she barks through her clenched teeth.

"You did, you know? Built a fucking wall." She turns and heads out again, slamming the door behind her and leaving me standing there, overwhelmed with far too many feelings to give name to.

"Tegan…" I whisper to the empty room.

Tegan

I place the cigarette to my lips and take a deep pull, it had been a while since I had resorted to these methods of stress release but Sara was really getting to me. I think back to the past few months and I can't help but feel nauseated, like I'm on a roller coaster and I've just realized the fucking lever broke and I'm bound to stay here indefinitely.

Or am I?

I didn't get it. Things had been so well and then…then she just left, leaving a shell behind to hold her face but no damn trace of the warmth I knew her so well for.

I take another cigarette out of the pack and place it to my lips without putting out the old one. I take what is now nothing more than the burning filter and place it to the new one, pulling in the first puff.

"Now THAT is chain smoking," I chuckle to myself.

"THAT is also something you hadn't done in a while…" I hear Sara say behind me.

I shake my head once and shrug, "yeah, times are a-changing I suppose."

She walks up to me and leans against the railing of the wheelchair ramp that leads to the entrance of the studio. I'm sitting on the steps, but I refuse to look up at her.

"Are they?" She asks in low voice.

"You ought to know," I say as I finish my third cigarette, taking a long last pull until I feel the burning filter sting my lips. Satisfied, I drop the butt and step on it. I get up then and start walking back home.

Sara

I check my hair in the mirror, pop a Tic Tac, and head out the door of my apartment to the waiting taxi. A few minutes later I find myself looking out the half rolled down tainted window facing a gorgeous, slender, long-dark hair girl waiting outside the very club I asked her to meet me at. My hands are sweating, my knees are shaking, and I feel like I might puke at any moment.

"I need to get out here," I say to myself.

"Pardon?" Asks the taxi driver.

"Nothing. I'm sorry, I changed my mind, I need to be elsewhere," I tell him, giving him the address of a flower shop I had walked by often these past few days in Vancouver.

Once we arrive I pay him, making sure to give him a good tip but he stops me when he sees the twenty dollar bill.

"Take it," I say, confused, "I made you wait when you picked me up, then you politely complied to parking outside the club for 15 minutes only for me to ask you to bring me here instead."

He smiles, "I know most people would consider me a fool, but I consider it a large tip enough that you changed your mind about that girl outside the club. Now, go get your girl flowers."

I look at him, awestruck.

"Th-thank you," I finally manage.

He nods and I hear him wish me good luck as I climb out of the cab. I'm about to head into the flower shop when I hear him calling me back.

"I want you to remember one word," he says, " 'Faithful'," he smiles and drives away.

It takes me about ten minutes to purchase the flowers and make my way to Tegan's house where I find the lights from the living room on, the curtains pulled open allowing any passerby a view into her lovely home. I peer in, not seeing any sign of her being in the house, so I decide to walk around to the back, where I know Tegan has a tendency to spend hours pondering on anything and everything while staring at her garden.

I hear her before I even see her, her soft voice weaving in and out of the sweet notes her fingers are plucking on her guitar.

"-you only find love once in your life, so I guess when you find it you're gonna hold it right, you'll hold it right..."

I'm lost in her voice, in the sight of her features in the dim light coming from the back porch lamp. So much so that I don't notice my foot stepping on a branch until I hear the slight crack!

Tegan looks up and faces me, "Oh…hi."

I feel myself smile, the warmth in my chest expanding as I walk towards her. She's sitting on the table of her backyard living room, her foot perched on a chair. She looks so lovely with her messy hair, wearing a black cardigan a size too large for her figure.

"Hey yourself," I say, "it's been a while since you've sang that for me."

She chuckles, "it has, hasn't it?" She looks down at the guitar in her hands, then back to me, "I've never forgotten this song, you know? I forget so many, either the lyrics or the chords, but I've never forgotten this song, regardless of how long ago it's been since I first wrote it."

I reach my hand to her face, cupping her cheek and stroking it with my thumb, "I know, love, I know."

I lean in slowly, pausing mere centimeters from her lips, and look into her eyes. There's something so lovely about them, the way they twinkle in excitement yet still have room for sadness in them, as odd as it might sound I find the mixture of the two quite romantic. I press my lips to hers gently, taking her bottom lips between my own too. I wrap one arms around her neck and I feel her place her hand on my waist, pulling me closer. There's no tongue, no sensuality, only an everlasting sense of love and passion. I feel my heart flutter as I break the kiss, never pulling away from her. Resting my forehead to hers, I let the warmth of her breath and her scent surround me.

"I brought you flowers," I finally say, opening my eyes.

She smiles lightly, "I've noticed."

I pull away enough to hand her my offering, "tulips for a Tegan."

She laughs, "why, you're far too kind." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, "you're such a dork."

"-asaurus," I finish, grinning. She laughs again, smiling down at me. She gets up and, holding my hand, leads me into her house.

I sit on her couch, next to where she has set down her acoustic, and wait for her while she looks for a vase for the tulips. When she returns she finds me pulling the curtains shut.

"Doubt we want the neighbors looking in," I explain.

"I didn't know we were doing something we didn't want the neighbors to see," she retorts, but I can see the corner of her lips lifting slightly.

I turn to face her, pause, and finally walk into her arms.

"Listen," I say, "I want you to know I'm so sorry. Not just about today, I know I've been distant these past few months and I know it's not fair to you. I want you to know that it's not your fault. I'm so so so-" her lips cut me off, pressing firmly against my own. I feel her tongue softly graze my bottom lip and I grant her entrance. She pulls me close, pressing herself against me and I forget how to breathe.

She pulls back, arms still around me. "Sara," she says, "I know." And, looking into her eyes, I know she does. She knows I'm sorry, she knows I'm trying, and that's all I need.

Tegan

I lead her up the stairs, shutting the living room lights off on our way. She giggles behind me and I can't help but do the same. We reach the room and I hold the door open for her.

"Aren't you the gentlemen," she teases.

"Always," I smile.

She melts into me, her arms wrapping themselves around my neck, her warm tongue dancing in my mouth asking, begging, for more. I slowly unbutton her blouse as she unzips my pants, we shed our clothing and I push her gently down on the bed. I climb on top of her and I allow myself to marvel at the beauty of her body, my eyes taking every crevice, every curve, every perfect imperfection. I trail kisses from her torso, up between her breasts, along her collarbone and neck. I feel her vocal cords vibrate as a low moan escapes her lips when I suck on her neck, finally I kiss her lips gently.

"I love the way you look at me," she says, gazing at me and placing her hands around my neck, "I love how you get lost. It's like you've never seen something so beautiful, and then you look so hungry; there's so much want in your eyes."

"That's because I never have," I say, "I've never seeing anything more beautiful that you." I kiss her then, sucking on her bottom lip as I massage her inner thighs. She presses herself against me, shuddering when she feels my fingers rubbing her clit. She gasps in pleasure when I enter her wet core.

"Hmm…Tee…faster..p-please, baby" She moans into my mouth.

I shove my finger deeper as I pick up speed, my other hand caressing her breast, pinching her nipples as my mouth moves down to suck on her neck. Her hips are grinding against my hand, perfectly in sync. I suck on her nipple and bite down, eliciting a moan from her mouth. I can feel her walls expanding, making room, and I know she's ready. I pull my hand back just the slightest bit and I feel her take in a deep breath; she knows its coming. I shove my hand back in, inserting four fingers into her, cupping my hand as I enter her deep and hard. My thumb plays with her clit as my hand pumps in an out of her core and I can feel the tension building up inside of her.

"Ohhh….oh god, f-fuck…Tegan…oh…ooohh….yesyes…ooohhhh!"

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, digging her nails on my shoulder blades and I feel her body stiffen and then fall back on the bed. Her cum drenches my hand and I feel my mouth water, longing to taste her in my mouth. I trail kissing and light bites down her torso, parting her legs farther apart as my tongue outlines her drenched lips. She whimpers, begging to feel my tongue inside her. I raise my eyes to meet hers and lick my hand clean while she watches with lust filled eyes. I can no longer resist the temptation of having her in my mouth and I dive into her wet pussy, placing my hands behind her legs and on her waist, my tongue making its way as deep as it can go.

"Oh…hmmm..." She takes deep breaths and then lets out a moan when she feels my fingers enter her again.

I suck on her clit as I enter her, picking up speed when I feel her mount getting soaked again; I know she's almost there. Surely enough, as soon as I curve my fingers inside of her while sucking on her clit she gasps and I feel her shudder. I lick her cum off her mount and lick my hand clean before giving her clit a gentle kiss and laying beside her.

She keeps her eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she takes deep breaths. Beads of sweat are running down the side of her face and a layer of moist sweat makes the rest of her body glisten. I smile as I watch her, light shudders still making their way in her body. Finally, she licks her lips and smiles, turning to me as she opens her eyes.

"Why…hello there," she laughs.

"Hey there, gorgeous," I place my arm around her waist, resting my head on my palm as I prop myself up on my elbow.

"You," she pauses and sighs, "are fucking amazing, no pun intended." I laugh and kiss her.

She wraps her arms around me as her tongue dances inside my mouth. She pulls back and smirks, "and I love the way I taste in your mouth."

Suddenly, she flips us over, securing her position by straddling my waist.

"Oh?" I raise my eyebrows at her.

"My turn," she declares.

Sara

I wake up to the feeling of kisses trailing down my spine and I smile, hugging my pillow tighter as I stretch. I moan when I feel Tegan nibble on my lower back.

"You always know how to wake me up," I laugh.

"Gotta make sure I make my girl's happy," she says and I can hear a smile in her voice.

"I'm always happy when I wake up to you," I say.

She lays down beside me and I crawl into her arms, longing for the warmth her body repels. I breathe in her scent and wrap my arm around her waist, "I love you so much," I whisper into her neck.

"I love you so much too, beautiful," she says, tightening her hold before pulling back and kissing me.

"Baby, what time is it? Our show's today and as much as I would love to just lay here…well.."

She chuckles and nods, "don't worry, we have enough time to shower and have a hearty breakfast before heading to the venue."

And she was most certainly right, it was only 7:03 when we finally got up and headed to the shower. We took our time, slowly washing each other's hair, Tegan insisting on giving me a shoulder massage, and then just standing there under the spray of the warm water, holding each other. I outline the edges of her Justify tattoo, my eyes taking in the two silhouettes, smiling when she kisses my cheek after noticing what I'm staring at.

We get dressed soon after and Tegan heads to the kitchen to prepare coffee since we were just beginning to feel the nerves of the show to come and eating anything else was sure to proof impossible. I walk over to the kitchen, my arm sliding into the brown leather jacket of the night before.

"Smells good," I say, as Tegan hands me my cup.

"You bet," she smiles, "hey, can you order a cab while I go back upstairs to change into my other boots, these are killing me and I just put them on."

"Sure thing," I say, taking my cell out of my pocket as she heads up the stairs.

I order cab and wait for Tegan at the door, heading out when I see her return with her keys in hand.

"God, my stomach's getting queasy," she says, crunching up her face in discomfort.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry, I'm nervous too but I'm sure we'll pull this off," I say, my hand massaging her stomach lightly.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be great but I can't even play two notes and I don't want to ruin Back In Your Head."

I lean in and kiss her softly, my hands cupping her face, "baby, you'll do great, I'm so sorry I reacted that way."

"Hey, don't feel guilty, you were right…I really have to get right on that when we get to the venue."

"Don't worry, we'll start rehearsal as soon as we get there," I reassure her, turning around when I hear the cab pull over.

Tegan starts heading towards the car, opening the door for me as I climb in and then I see him. It's the same driver for last night. I feel my insides turn, hoping my guilt isn't plastered all over my face. It's then that I remember Tegan and I's resemblance and I feel even sicker. What will this man think? He was so kind last night, but what if after noticing our resemblance he puts two and two together and realizes that "my girl" is my own twin sister? Would he tell Tegan?

I hear Tegan giving him the directions as he looks back at us in his rearview mirror. His features don't betray his knowledge of me, he only nods politely and begins driving us towards our destination.

"Baby, are you alright, you look a little pale," Tegan says, a look of concern in her features.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's the nerves setting in I suppose," I pretend brush it off.

I feel a wave of relief when I see the Vogue Theater's back entrance come into view, recognizing Ted's figure standing next to, lo and behold, our mother.

"Oh lord," I hear Tegan chuckle beside me, kissing my knuckles before the cab gets too close for them to see us. "Let's get the ball rolling, yeah beautiful?" She smiles my way and I find my tension easing, allowing myself a small laugh.

"You dork, of course, let's do this. We're going to be so dope!" She laughs as the cab comes to a stop, "don't worry, I'll take care of it, mom can hug your head off first," I laugh, hoping I can have a quick word with the driver.

"So unfair but alright, just for you," she miles.

I pretend to fumble with my wallet until she's out the door, finally taking the ten dollar bill and handing it to the man.

"Don't worry, I'm not one to judge the heart," he says, taking a wad of bills out and looking for my change, "I know that's what worries you, Sara."

I gape at him, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that he recognizes us, but then another worry enters my mind and surely enough, he seems to read my mind.

"My lips are sealed," he turns to look at me as he hand's me my change, "be happy, and treasure the love you hold."

I can do nothing more than nod and whisper a "thank you" as I exit the cab. I have no time to process the exchange before my mother has got me in an excruciating grip, gushing over how nervous I must be about the first show.

"Well mum, thanks for making me forget about my sickening nerves," I say sarcastically.

"Oh my baby, you'll be great, I'm sure of it," she smiles.

I shake my head and smile, saying hi to Ted before we head into the venue, Tegan distracting mum long enough to let me regain my posture.

"Hey Sasa," I hear Tegan call from behind me, "we're going to be so what?"

I smile and, raising our fists to the air, we yell in unison, "SO DOPE!"