A/N: I'VE HAD SUCH A BAD WEEK!! EEEEEE!!! *Smashes an invisible guitar
found under bed* Announcer-guy: We are currently experiencing some
technical difficulties, please sit back, relax and read some shout outs
while Derby SHUTS THE HELL UP!
Derby: *In tiny-I'm-possessed-and-insane voice* sometimes. I like to put on yellow sweatpants and pretend my name is Rupert.
Announcer-Guy: Riiight.
Derby: *messes up hair and tapes two muffins to her head* I'm a wild muffin hunter! Barrggghhhh! *Cracks whip*
A-G: I realize your parents taught you to let out your anger in creative ways but I don't think this is exactly what they meant.. Onwards, to the story!
SHOUT OUTS!!! AHHHH!!! SHOUT OUTS!!!
Cards: Thank you sooper dee dooper much! ^____^
Aki-Waki (heh!): I knew a dog named Eddie once.... *blinks* but that's beside the point. Anyskittles, thanks!
Duchess: Yeah, I tend to write very flowery at times... it's a habit. Heh. Thank you though!
Kaylee: Well, I might be able to put you in. we shall see *looks into crystal ball* *Ball breaks and glass flies into Derby's nose* Owchies.
~*~*~*~*~
Edward stared up at the stairwell, darkened in the late evening. The blonde boy who had opened the door continued to stare at Edward, his eyes large as dinner plates.
A lithe shadow blocked the thin rays of light from atop the stairs. A boy peered down at the other boys, his eyes squinting as though he had just woken up.
'Whaddya talking about, Dutchy? I ain't got a twin. All I have is a deck a' cards and lady luck by my.' the boy's words stopped short as he descended the stairs, halting in front of Edward.
Edward gasped softly. He seemed to be looking in a mirror. The boy standing in front of him looked exactly like him! The same black hair, the same thin figure, the same half grin and deep sable eyes.
A slow smile spread across both boys' faces.
'You look just like me!' they both shouted simultaneously, gaping at each other.
Dutchy stood in the background, scratched his head, shrugged, then bounded up the stairs.
Edward and Race quickly introduced each other, still gazing in disbelief, and sat on a wooden bench standing in the front hall. They exchanged life stories and wondered how it was all possible.
'Y'know, we could have some fun with this.' Racetrack grinned, mischief lurking behind in his eyes. Edward nodded; he knew what Race was thinking.
'Why don't we switch lives for a while, then? God knows I want to get out of my own!' Edward smirked. He was positive after a just a day with his family, Race would want to run from that house as quick as he could.
The moon rose slowly into the velvet sky, smiling down upon the city. It was nearly midnight by the time Race and Edward had devised their plan. Race was to take place of Edward in the Mathymims' home, while Edward would stand in as Race in the lodging house. It was perfect.
By tomorrow's sunrise, Race would be at the Mathymims Manor, and pretend he was Edward, being terribly sorry for running off. Edward would enjoy some freedom selling papers.
~*~*~
Edward settled into Race's bunk, tired after the excitement of the earlier evening's events. Racetrack had skipped off into the dark, towards the finest neighbourhood in all of New York, a place he'd never expected to be in his entire life.
It was flawless. Everything was going to work out perfectly.
The boys were sure of it.
Derby: I just realized there aren't barons in New York. Ah well, we can pretend there is ^____________^
Derby: *In tiny-I'm-possessed-and-insane voice* sometimes. I like to put on yellow sweatpants and pretend my name is Rupert.
Announcer-Guy: Riiight.
Derby: *messes up hair and tapes two muffins to her head* I'm a wild muffin hunter! Barrggghhhh! *Cracks whip*
A-G: I realize your parents taught you to let out your anger in creative ways but I don't think this is exactly what they meant.. Onwards, to the story!
SHOUT OUTS!!! AHHHH!!! SHOUT OUTS!!!
Cards: Thank you sooper dee dooper much! ^____^
Aki-Waki (heh!): I knew a dog named Eddie once.... *blinks* but that's beside the point. Anyskittles, thanks!
Duchess: Yeah, I tend to write very flowery at times... it's a habit. Heh. Thank you though!
Kaylee: Well, I might be able to put you in. we shall see *looks into crystal ball* *Ball breaks and glass flies into Derby's nose* Owchies.
~*~*~*~*~
Edward stared up at the stairwell, darkened in the late evening. The blonde boy who had opened the door continued to stare at Edward, his eyes large as dinner plates.
A lithe shadow blocked the thin rays of light from atop the stairs. A boy peered down at the other boys, his eyes squinting as though he had just woken up.
'Whaddya talking about, Dutchy? I ain't got a twin. All I have is a deck a' cards and lady luck by my.' the boy's words stopped short as he descended the stairs, halting in front of Edward.
Edward gasped softly. He seemed to be looking in a mirror. The boy standing in front of him looked exactly like him! The same black hair, the same thin figure, the same half grin and deep sable eyes.
A slow smile spread across both boys' faces.
'You look just like me!' they both shouted simultaneously, gaping at each other.
Dutchy stood in the background, scratched his head, shrugged, then bounded up the stairs.
Edward and Race quickly introduced each other, still gazing in disbelief, and sat on a wooden bench standing in the front hall. They exchanged life stories and wondered how it was all possible.
'Y'know, we could have some fun with this.' Racetrack grinned, mischief lurking behind in his eyes. Edward nodded; he knew what Race was thinking.
'Why don't we switch lives for a while, then? God knows I want to get out of my own!' Edward smirked. He was positive after a just a day with his family, Race would want to run from that house as quick as he could.
The moon rose slowly into the velvet sky, smiling down upon the city. It was nearly midnight by the time Race and Edward had devised their plan. Race was to take place of Edward in the Mathymims' home, while Edward would stand in as Race in the lodging house. It was perfect.
By tomorrow's sunrise, Race would be at the Mathymims Manor, and pretend he was Edward, being terribly sorry for running off. Edward would enjoy some freedom selling papers.
~*~*~
Edward settled into Race's bunk, tired after the excitement of the earlier evening's events. Racetrack had skipped off into the dark, towards the finest neighbourhood in all of New York, a place he'd never expected to be in his entire life.
It was flawless. Everything was going to work out perfectly.
The boys were sure of it.
Derby: I just realized there aren't barons in New York. Ah well, we can pretend there is ^____________^