Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Identity Theft

by katiebear95

"Well, Zach," Grant says, shrugging, "They say that imitation is the sincerest form of identity theft." "You were trying to steal my identity!" "Just for tonight!" Drabble.

Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Identity Theft by Katherine Julia

"Grant?" I ask slowly, peering into the dark closet in confusion. The other boy spins around, yelping in surprise.

"Zach!"

My eyes widen when I catch sight of the green contacts in his eyes, and the dark brown wig. He has my school id clutched in his hand.

"I—I—I can explain!"

"You better make it good, Newman," I growl. He opens his mouth to say something, but I throw a hand up quickly. "Wait!" I say, my face growing horrified. "This better not have anything to do with Bex and a secret, kinky attraction she might feel for her best friend's boyfriend."

"Watch it, Goode, or I'll come over there!" Grant says, an eye twitching.

"What could it possibly be, then?" I ask, genuinely at a loss.

"Well, Zach," Grant says, shrugging, "They say that imitation is the sincerest form of identity theft."

"You were trying to steal my identity?"

"Just for tonight!" he says defensively. "I might have had a run in with the town police last night—don't look at me like that! I really, really had to use the bathroom!"

"Grant, what did you do?"

"Let's just say I can't take Bex out for dinner in town as myself for a little while."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Zach, I never joke."

"Then I'm seriously worried for your sanity, my friend."