Story: My Dirty Litte Secret (George)

Summary: Inspired by Dirty Little Secret, by The All-American Rejects. George has a dirty little secret...

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During my ten-minute-break I prompted myself to write something inspired by Dirty Little Secret, by The All-American Rejects. They hold up cards in the video, and they gave me several music video of the song is based on the PostSecret project, where people share their secrets on postcards. These cards are sent anonymously to the project, and some are posted on the PostSecret website. The video shows a montage of people holding up PostSecret postcards, which reveal a range of fears, embarrassment, love, deception, sadness and wishes. During the video, The All-American Rejects perform "Dirty Little Secret", cutting to clips of the people holding up their secrets. [100 Thanks to .1994 who told me about the PostSecret Project!] In the following dabble, the prompt is underlined. Hope you like it.

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Everybody thinks we are two exact copies of the same person.

We speak the same way, act the same way, dress the same way...

There aren't many people who can tell one from the other.

For years, when I was younger, I feared that we had gotten mixed up and I was living the life of the wrong twin. To this day, I'm still not sure if I'm Fred or George, hence Forge and Gred.

No one can truly tell us apart...but us.

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And while you may think we are the same person in two bodies... I wish I was the other twin.

No-one realises, but Fred is the best out of the two of us. He is the brain in this two-bodied existence we lead. He is the funny one, the smart one. If it wasn't for him, there'd be no WWW. No pranks. No flying out of the school.

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No-one knows... but us. I know he feels bad about it, too. He's just too damned perfect, too good to feel smug about it, and just knowing that makes me feel that much worse.

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Why does he have to be the perfect twin?

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I am no-one, my entire existence defined by him.

No-one realizes, but he is the overachiever, the successful twin. I just got roped into this, somehow.

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Why do I have to be the loser?

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No-one knows. But him. And I.

And sometimes, that's one person too many.

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