You'd be surprised to know that Lyle isn't my brother. He's my lover. We faked the blood test together so he could get close to me without looking suspicious. Angelo is my brother. Even Jarod hasn't figured it yet.

I get these annoying calls from him at 3am and he thinks I'm alone but Lyle is bed next to me. Lyle knows that I have to keep him talking as he might slip up once and give me a hint on where he is.

What Lyle doesn't know, is that I like talking to Jarod. It reminds me off what I used to be. It reminds me off that innocent love I shared with Jarod. Sometimes I wish I could get that back. The innocent. Myself. I only play a character. I'm a good as pretender as Jarod but I'd never tell anyone that.

The more phone calls I get from Jarod, the more I doubt my love for Lyle. Don't get me wrong the sex is great with Lyle I could even say it's fantastic and the conversations we have outside of Centre are great. After all he is a pretender too.

But the question is do I love Jarod or do I love Lyle? I've been in love with Jarod for so long. Maybe it was just puppy love. I don't know.

My father never taught me about emotion, did he now? How am I meant to know what's what? To tell the different between real love and fake love? Do I love Jarod as a friend or is it more? I don't know but I'll have to make up my mind soon.