KIT'S POV:

As we left the beach in search of a cheap motel to stay the night at, Tyler told me about the guy, Jack, who he met.

"Oooh, Tyler, sounds like you're in looooove," I snickered.

He gave me an unimpressed look and started the car. "I'm telling you, Kit, he was your kind of guy."

I rolled my eyes. "What do you mean, my kind of guy?"

He chuckled. "I'm your twin, I know the entire time he was standing there you would've been thinking," he switched to a terrible attempt at a high-pitched girl's voice. "Oh, Jack, you're so cute, Jack!"

I smacked him playfully on the arm as we pulled up to a motel. "Oh shut up. I don't even sound like that."

"My ass you don't," he mumbled, getting out of the car.

I sat outside the room where the owners were and Tyler went in to talk to them. They were having some kind of an argument over where she clipped her toenails and something about the man's cereal, but eventually Tyler got their attention.

"Excuse me, umm- sorry. I was- I was wondering if I could get a room for tonight. For me and my sister."

"Sure," the woman said. "Kirby, get them a room."

Soon a fight broke out between the two over who would show us to our room. The man lost.

"Come on, this ways quicker," Kirby said, leading Tyler and I through the room to a window where we all crawled out. He started to ramble on, giving Tyler advice. The moral of his speech was not to get married.

After a painfully long talk with the fat, balding man, we ended up at our room.

Tyler toyed around with mom's guitar for most of the night as he slumped in the bed and I sat in a chair by the window, reading mom's poems.

She was an amazing poet and when I was little, she used to try and teach me how to write them. I had a couple still jotted down in some notebook or another, but these ones were more special. Mom had written them personally.

A lot of them were about me and Tyler. Some were of just Tyler, some were of just me, and some were of the both of us. Her angel and her daredevil, she called us.

When I woke up the next morning, Tyler had already been up for a while, having a pep-talk with Kirby by the pool. When I came out, he looked relieved and dragged me to the car. "Thank you, Jesus," he whispered.

"Remember," Kirby called after us. "54 in a 45, 59 in a 50, three Mexicans and one and a half Germans!"

Tyler groaned and rolled his eyes.

"What were you two talking about?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," Tyler sighed, shaking his head.

I narrowed my eyes curiously and climbed into the car. We were heading back to the beach.

Soon enough we were both going to have to get jobs so we could start looking for a house and buying stuff we needed…like food. For now, we had enough to get by on. But employment was a definite path in our near future.

We were walking along the beach, talking about mom when we walked past a group of four guys sitting in lawn chairs.

"Uh oh, Tyler," I whispered quietly. "Is one of them your prince charming?" I hadn't looked at any of them yet, so I hadn't yet matched any of them to Tyler's description of this Jack fellow.

"Hey, Ty," one of the guys called.

Tyler looked up as did I. "Hey," Tyler said back, walking over to the guy. I followed after him.

This must've been Jack. The bright blond hair was a dead giveaway. He had crystal blue eyes deeper than I thought I had ever seen them and there was a small mole on the corner of his mouth.

"Jack, right?" Tyler asked, as if he had forgotten the guy's name.

Jack nodded. "Yeah. Hey, sorry about hassling you yesterday."

"Hey, forget it man. I probably would've done the same if it was me."

Jack shook his head. "Nah, it was lame. Sorry." He turned his head down the row of men and said, "Guys, this is Ty. Ty, this is Max, Andy, and Trip."

"How you doing?" Tyler asked, politely nodding a head at the guys.

Jack looked at me then. "And who is this? Girlfriend, Ty?"

Tyler and I both made a disgusted face. I wrapped an arm around Tyler's shoulders, though he was way taller than me. "Twin sister."

Jack's eyes widened. "You don't look like twins."

I shrugged. "Well, he can be a bit of a girl, sometimes."

Tyler rolled his eyes and the guys chuckled.

"Well, what's your name?" Jack asked, leaning forward a little.

"Kit," I said, holding my hand out.

He shook it. "Jack."

I nodded. "So I've heard."

"Where you guys from, man?" the kid named Andy asked.

Tyler crossed his arms. "Just outside Barstow."

"Where the hell is Barstow?" Max asked.

I smirked.

"Its on the way to Vegas, chuck-butt, where the hell do you think it is?" Andy said, squinting at his friend.

I smiled wider.

"Hey, uh, you guys wouldn't know where we could find some work around here, would you?" Tyler asked.

"I haven't heard anything lately," Max said, shaking his head.

"Have you ever actually had a job, Max?" Trip asked, gazing skeptically at his friend. Everyone chuckled. Trip turned back to us. "You into handyman shit?"

Ty nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"You might wanna try old lady Higgins. I was supposed to do some stuff at her place, but uh-"

"Yeah," Jack interrupted. "she's got a house up on the bluff. Big white electrical fence, you cant miss it."

"Thanks, I'll check it out."

"Tell her you're a friend of ours," Max said.

Trip chuckled. "A lot of good that'll do."

"And for the lady," Jack said. "Maybe they're opening at the Tango Lei for a bartender. You into that?"

I shrugged. "I've never really bartended full time. I mean I've done it a couple times at college but never as work."

He waved a hand. "Ah its easy. Tell you what, even if you don't want the job, come by there later. We'll buy you guys a drink."

I looked up at Tyler. He nodded. "Thanks. We just might do that."

"Good meeting you guys," I said, waving at them as Tyler and I turned to leave.

Jack gave a small salute with his eyes locked on mine and I felt myself smile smugly as I walked away. Ty was right. Jack was my kind of guy.

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