Opposites
On the surface, Alex Rider was nothing like Tom Harris.
Alex was stoic, sardonic, and blasé. Tom was passionate, extremely extroverted, and took things to heart.
Alex could go days without eating, talking, or playing any sort of game. In fact, he often did so.
Tom was ADHD. He couldn't go five minutes without fidgeting.
They didn't even look alike. Alex was fair-haired with dark, quiet brown eyes, tanned skin, and a hard mouth.
Tom, with black hair, a deep, yet twinkling blue gaze, and pale skin. His smile was as wide as the galaxy.
Most people wondered why on earth they were friends. In fact, they wondered how they could be friends. They just seemed too different for it to work.
The years had made Alex grow cold, a sheen of granite-like ice growing over his heart. The world had also affected Tom, though in different ways. Where Alex had grown freezing, he had been made burning. His world was alight with fire- the fire of anger, the fire of fear, and the fire of knowing that life was made for the broken, the shattered, and the ones who were lost.
The world was made for the people like him and Alex.
So, while on the surface, they had absolutely nothing in common, if you were to look just a little deeper, to just scratch the surface of their doppelgänger relationship, you would see that you were quite wrong.
They had everything in common.