Nathan was in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Cause it was well..him.

"Uhm. So you look like me." Clay, or whatever his name was, said.

Well, no shit Sherlock.

Nathan still couldn't find it in him to say a thing. He was freaked out, to say the least.

"Woah." James said all the sudden. Nathan turned to look at his friend. At this point he'd rather look at anyone else who didn't fucking look like him. "It is just me or am I seeing double?"

"How is this even possible?" Clay stepped closer to Nathan, asking him. Fuck knows how, Nathan wanted to say.

He decided immediately that he was going to act this was no big deal because well.. because he didn't wanna deal with it, that's why.

Nathan shrugged. "So we look alike. What's the big deal?"

Clay's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets. Damn, could his eyes do that as well? "N-not a big deal?!" Clay sputtered.

"What, is this the first time you've seen someone who looked similar to you?" Yes, that's it then. They just looked eerily similar. Because Nathan could probably count with one hand the number of times he's seen someone who looked a bit like him. Probably not as much as Clay does. But still.

"Mate, I've never seen anyone who looked exactly like me."

"Well, MATE, here in America, there is an abundance of people with blue eyes and blond hair."

Clay pulled his hair in frustration. Nathan wanted to laugh, to be honest. Look, he didn't want to think about it because well, the other explanation would be that they were twins. Because then that would mean that he'd have a fucking brother.

"Actually, our eyes don't really look the same. Yours are freakishly huge. Like an owl." Nathan said.

Clay scowled. "It's not."

"It is, man." Nathan said, nodding at him with mock sympathy. Clay narrowed his eyes at him, which made Nathan take a step back. He was freaked out, all right. Because..well..

His mom had that very same expression whenever she was frustrated with him.

Okay, Nathan's had enough of this. There was only so much weirdness that he could handle for a day. And it was only 8:30 in the morning.

"Okay boys, let's just go through this calmly, and rationally." Becky suddenly said from beside him, seeming to notice the tension growing between Nathan and Clay.

"I'm heading back to the Cabin." Nathan said, already starting to walk away when Becky suddenly grabbed his arm.

What the hell? Nathan wanted to shrug her hand off of him.

"No, you are not going anywhere until this is sorted."

"What's there to sort? We look alike, so what?" Nathan asked, not even bothering to conceal his annoyance anymore. He knew was being even more rude than usual. His mother was going to whack him in the head if she saw him behaving like this. Now that Nathan thought about it, how was it that nobody ever noticed that there were two of him walking around camp all week?

"We should call your parents." She said.

At that, Clay turned back to the conversation from where he was talking to some guys. "I don't think that's necessary."

For the first time, Nathan agreed with Clay. "Yeah, let's not."

"Okay." Becky looked like she herself was trying to keep her patience in check. "Okay. Let's just all go back to our respective cabins then regroup for lunch."

"Uh..Nathan?" Clay was suddenly beside him.

"Woah. Dude. You can't just do things like that." Nathan moved away from him a bit. A look passed over Clay's face but it was gone before Nathan could analyze if he looked hurt or something.

"Do you wanna talk about this?" Clay waved his hand between both of them.

What Nathan wanted was to get the hell out of here. "Nope, I don't." And with that, he started walking away from the field. Fuck everyone. He suddenly can't wait for this camp to be over.

xxxxxx

Clay wanted to laugh at the ironic state he found himself in. He was currently unpacking his suitcase. The one he's just packed thirty minutes ago. Yes, he was placed in a new cabin and his new cabin-mate was none than Nathan Forbes, his doppelganger. The cabin they were placed in was not as nice as the cabin he stayed in when he first arrived. First, it was located in a more secluded area, away from "civilization". It was smaller, only having two rooms. The walls were so thin he felt like he was starring in a tv series with music playing in the background while he was unpacking his suitcase, contemplating his life choices.

Oh right, because there really was music playing in the background. Nathan has been blasting some emo song or other ever since they've arrived here. Clay wanted to unplug the goddamn speaker.

How did he find himself in this predicament? Well, it started three days ago. After he met Nathan at the fencing tournament, he'd been approaching him and trying to talk to him. He didn't know what he wanted to achieve by doing so, but he just wanted to find out something, anything, on why the hell they looked exactly alike. Then Nathan kept ignoring and avoiding him. When they inevitably had to face each other again for the second fencing tournament, Nathan literally pushed him which caused Clay to fall into the lake for the second time. Whether it was intentional or not, Clay didn't find out because once he emerged from the water, he pushed Nathan to the ground-still in his fencing mask and all- and they engaged something that looked like a combination of a boxing match and animals fighting in a jungle. Not that Clay was any good in boxing or had any physical strength worth showing off. It was ugly and he ended up having a black eye. Clay didn't know what the facilitators were smoking when they came up with the idea of having them live together as punishment. This was going to be a recipe for disaster.

Clay shoved the last of his clothes inside the closet. Okay, what was he going to do now? As part of the punishment, they were not allowed to join any of the morning tournaments anymore. Clay wanted to laugh in their faces and say, "Well, it's not like I was enjoying any of them anyway!". That was the only part of the punishment that Clay was glad about. He didn't have to endure any of the sports he was shit at. So what now?

Clay decided that he was gonna grab something to eat in the cafeteria then. He wondered if he should ask Nathan if he wanted something from the cafeteria or if he wanted to join him. Nathan would surely decline but it wouldn't hurt to ask. Plus, now that they're cabin-mates, Clay figured that they might as well just forget about their animosity towards each other and just become civil if they can't be friends.

Clay walked out of his room and crossed the hall to Nathan's room. Pierce The Veil was now blasting through the speakers when Clay knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" Nathan raised his voice over the music.

Clay pushed the door open and popped his head through the crack. "I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Want anything?"

Nathan just stared at him like Clay had something on his face. Clay was tempted to feel his face if there was something there. It wasn't totally farfetched what with Clay being the clumsy person he is.

"I'm not hungry." Nathan finally said after what seemed like ages.

"Okay." Clay shrugged. He was about to close the door when a strong gush of wind made Nathan stand up from where he was sitting to close the window. Clay immediately crossed the room to help him. After they finally managed to close the window, Clay noticed the mess that was caused by the sudden wind.

"Shit." Nathan said as he went to pick up some of the stuff that fell.

Clay bent down to pick up a couple of papers that were scattered. "Here. They aren't ruined."

Nathan reached for the papers. If Clay wasn't mistaken, he looked a bit grateful. "Thanks."

"No problem." Clay stood up and started walking back out. "So, I'm gonna go now."

"Do you like Oreos?" Nathan suddenly asked him, causing Clay to stop right in his tracks.

"Me?" Clay asked, pointing to himself.

Nathan gave him a weird look. "Who else? See anyone around?" He waved his hand around the room.

Right. Clay sometimes really wanted to smack himself.

"So? You want some?" Nathan asked him again as he dug through his bag and retrieved a pack of Oreos.

Clay tilted his head, contemplating accepting the offer or sticking with his plan to go to the cafeteria. Ah, what the hell. He didn't really like taking the long walk to the cafeteria anyway.

"Yeah sure, thanks." Clay said and caught the pack of Oreos as Nathan threw it towards him. He sat at the edge of Nathan's bed and dug through the pack. He opened the cookie and took out the cream.

"No freaking way." Nathan suddenly said, eyes wide as he stared at the oreo Clay was holding. What now?

"What?" Clay asked warily. Nathan seemed like a ticking time bomb.

Nathan shook his head, pointing at the oreo. "You take out the white part too?"

"Yeah? So?"

"I do that too!" Nathan told Clay accusingly, as if it was all his fault. Clay didn't know what the big deal was, really.

"Mate, lots of people don't fancy the cream part."

Nathan just shook his head and sat beside him to take an oreo from the bag. "This is some weird shit man."

"The weirdest." Clay agreed.

"So where exactly do you come from?" Nathan asked him. Clay wanted to laugh because it was as if he came from another planet or something. He wanted to joke about it, but didn't think Nathan would appreciate his weirdness just yet.

"London. You?"

"Wouldn't have guessed." Nathan deadpanned. "I'm from Mystic Falls."

Mystic Falls? Clay must've looked a bit confused because Nathan rolled his eyes and went to add, "In Virginia. It's a really small town."

"Oh, Virginia!" Clay exclaimed. He's never actually been there even if he wanted to. He and his dad travelled a lot, but his dad never wanted to go there for some reason Clay didn't know. "I've always wanted to visit. I know someone who lives there. He was a classmate of mine in an art class I took last summer."

"Really?"

"Yeah. So, what's it like in Mystic falls?" Clay asked, genuinely interested.

"Well, for starters it's a small town so almost everyone knows everyone. It can get a bit suffocating but.." Nathan paused and shrugged. "It's home, you know? Wouldn't change a thing about it."

"Yeah, I get it." Sort of. London could be too small and too big at the same time, at least for Clay.

"So, what's it like in London?"

"Well, terrible weather I'm telling ya." Clay laughed, then he suddenly got an idea. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Here, I'll show you some pictures."

He went to his photos folder and showed Nathan pictures of his school, him and his friends, some scenery photos, photos of museums etc. One particular photo made Nathan speak up though.

"Who's that?" Nathan asked him, pointing at his dad who's back was facing the camera, pointing at one of the paintings in their art room at home.

"My dad. He was talking about something or other when I snapped the photo."

Clay continued showing him various shots from his phone when he suddenly noticed how Nathan was not making his usual commentary anymore. Maybe he got bored, Clay figured, because how many snapshots of boring old scenery can one take anyway? Clay went to put his phone back in his pocket.

"So how old are you, anyway?" Clay asked him, just to fill the silence.

That seemed to snap Nathan out of his reverie. "Turning 17 on November 11."

Clay almost choked on the oreo he was chewing on. "You're birthday is on November 11?!"

"Yeah.." Nathan nodded slowly, eyeing him weirdly.

"That's my birthday too!" Clay exclaimed, standing up and pacing the room. What the hell is this? They look alike, they have the same birthday and fine, they even have the same bloody habit of not eating the cream part of a bloody oreo. Clay felt like he was going to faint any second now.

Clay stopped to look at Nathan, who, uncharastically, was just sitting there looking calm as ever.

"Why aren't you freaking out?" Clay wanted to shake Nathan. He started pacing again. That was the only way he could cope. "We have the same birthday. We look alike. This doesn't make any SENSE! I think I'm gonna pass out. I think-"

"Do you have a mom?" Nathan asked him, making Clay suddenly stop pacing.

"I..what?"

"Do you have a mom?" Nathan repeated. What kind of a stupid question is that?

"Of course I do! How the hell would I be here if I didn't have one?"

Nathan shook his head, frustrated. "No, I mean, is she with you?"

That made Clay stop. "Well..no. My dad said they separated when I was still a baby. Why?"

Then suddenly, Clay understood what Nathan was implying. "Do you..do you live with your dad?"

He knew the answer then and there based on Nathan's expression but he was still scared to know.

"No." Nathan slowly shook his head, seeming to be in a permanent state of shock now.

Clay sat down on the bed again, staring at the floor in shock. He needed a moment.

"I have a picture of my dad..but it's..it's old and it's ripped and.."

"I HAVE A PHOTO OF MY MOM BUT ITS TORN TOO." Clay stood up and shouted, making Nathan flinch.

"Calm down, man." Nathan stood up as well and eyed him warily.

"I don't understand how you're so calm about this."

"I'm not! But to be honest I'm getting a bit worried about the state you're in. You look like you're about to have a seizure."

"Because maybe I am?! Do you know what this means?"

"Look, this could be a total coincidence."

"What kind of coincidence is this? Some witchery shit?" Clay himself didn't know what he was talking about already. His mind was going a mile a minute.

"Let's just show each other the pictures then." Nathan started to dig through his bag for the photo, Clay assumed.

He slowly took out his wallet from his pocket and plucked the photo out.

Nathan turned back to face him, holding his photo close to his chest.

"On the count of 3, we show each other the picture."

"This is so freaky." Clay shook his head, wondering how the hell he found himself in this situation.

"Okay, one.."

"Two.."

"Three."

They both revealed the photos they were holding and Clay felt like his eyes were about to pop from their sockets. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "That's.. my dad."

"And that's my mom! Holy shit." Nathan was staring at the photo Clay was holding. Clay, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at the photo of his dad. Nathan's hands were trembling. Clay couldn't even begin to process what was happening.

They looked up at each other.

"You're my brother."

Clay could only nod. Bloody hell..they were twins.