Okay, well I changed chapter seven, because I realized I made a mistake, I wrote school started monday and they were on thursday, so this is changed with a better end! Because it's a cliffy. And I'm really sorry for not updating for so long, but a lot has happened lately. But please read enjoy favorite and review!


ScottPOV

"Well, are you going to tell me what your idea is?" Damon asked impatiently.

"We switch places!" I said maybe a little too loud. People were staring more than before, if that was even possible.

I noticed Damon had suddenly stopped, so automatically I did too. He didn't say anything about the idea; he just stared into thin air. Maybe he didn't like the idea as much as me, but why wouldn't he? I would be able to get to know my dad and Damon would get to know mom, and we didn't even have to tell them about it just yet. We could always tell them about it later, but just so they acted like they always do and would not be affected by the fact that they just heard that their sons knew to each other! It would be a way for me to learn who my dad was, on my own and not through Damon. Without Damon telling about his stories, but to have some of my own.

"I don't know Scott," Damon shrugged, running a hair through his half wet half dry hair.

"But Damon, can't you see the brilliance here? You could get to know mom, not by me telling you about her, but by you meeting her! If we decided to tell mom and dad that we know, they will go around acting nervous and apologize for not telling us the truth and they won't act normal!" I said, trying to prove my point.

"Even if I agreed, it would be a lot of hard work." Damon mumbled and considered what I just said.

"Not really, we just have to run through some stuff and we have till Christmas!" I said smiling.

Damon started walking again, so I hurried after him as we continued towards the cafeteria. He looked deep in thought, as he almost walked straight into a guy – who I must say looked pretty big and bulky. But luckily for Damon the guy stepped aside instead of picking a fight. I'm sure Damon knew how to throw a punch, but this guy looked like he lived in a gym.

"Okay then, let's do it!" Damon said and cracked a smile.

When we finally reached the cafeteria, almost all the tables were full, but in the middle of it all Emma stuck up her hand pointing to two empty seats at her table. Me and Damon just nodded and bought some food, neither of us bought that much though. As we waited in line to pay for our food, people were starring at us again, not in such a creepy way, but in a shocked way like they'd never seen two people looking so much alike.

"It's like we are in a freaking circus or something, they just keep starring!" Damon said, as he paid for his food.

"I know, it's weird. I guess I know what it feels like to be a celebrity now."

We walked to the table where both Elena and Emma were sitting, with a bunch of other girls. Both me and Damon hesitated looking at the seats.

"We're girls, we don't bite." Emma said, laughing at me and Damon's expressions I guess.

"Talk for yourself," one of the girls from the table muttered.

Damon just shrugged and took a seat, sitting in the middle of Emma and another girl. I took the last seat, which was next to Emma and Elena.

It's not that I mind sitting at a table full of girls, but it would be nice to meet some friends who were guys. Considering the first guy I met turned out to be my twin, I hadn't really met someone who was just a friend here yet. I just hoped the next person I met wouldn't also be a part of my family.

"So did you figure out some idea yet?" Elena asked, smiling at me.

She was actually really beautiful. Her eyes, that smile and what am I saying! I just met her yesterday! I don't even know that much about her, so how can I even like her? Just a friend.

"Yeah, we're going to switch places." I smiled at my brilliant idea.

Both Emma and Elena turned their heads, to look at me.

"Are you serious?" Elena asked and started to laugh.

I just nodded. I told them both what I had said to Damon earlier and that we just needed to learn more about each other and how we lived and everything.

"Hey Scott?" Damon said, interrupting me.

"What?" I asked a bit annoyed.

"Can you play the piano?" Damon asked, smiling a weird smile.

I just stared at him, what kind of question is that?

"No, why in the world are you asking me about that?" Everyone at the table was listening now, wanting to know what was going on.

"Because I play the piano, and my family love to hear me play and if you come home and suck at playing, trust me they will notice!" Damon said with sigh.

Okay, I didn't think it through. If Damon played Piano like I played guitar we were screwed. Which reminded me, I never asked him if he could play the guitar!

"You're kidding me right! I have tried once to play the piano when I was like five, because mom said dad played it, but Damon can you play the guitar?" This plan seriously needed to work! What else could we do?

"I am not kidding, I played the piano before I could walk!" Damon said in frustration.

"Damon answer my question! Can you play the guitar!" I guess I shouldn't have yelled that loud, but this was important. I needed to know who my dad was…

"No?"

And just like that, the dream about ever meeting my dad vanished. Of course I could write to him, and tell him that I knew about everything, but then he would act different and I just needed him to be himself so I could get to know him! Could this get any worse? Could anything else go wrong?

"Why don't we go outside, the sun is shining and you guys need to meet other people and not worry on your second day at college?" Emma said, she smiled at me and Damon, and started getting up from the table.

All four of us was sitting under a tree on the schools grass area, apparently Damon's roommate was on his way with his sister to, Emma and Elena thought it was a great idea so we could just clear our minds.

Suddenly Damon's phone went off, with a picture of our dad popping up on the screen. Damon just looked at me with a smile. I just shook my head confused.

"Scott, why don't you pick up the phone, see what he has to say." I didn't know if it was a twin thing, which would be really weird, because I've never really believed in that crap about twins can read each others minds, but at the moment I seemed to understand him. So I slowly picked it up, pressing the answer button.

"Hello?"