The photo shows a pale skinned, rosy lipped woman, with huge brown eyes. I can't help but notice she's very pretty. Long red hair. The man beside her looks familiar. Infact I'd think it could almost be Logan, if it weren't a wedding snap of course.
"This..." He smiles. "Is Lily." he points at the woman. "She's a very famous singer." He slides a CD out of the photo album and hits play on his CD player.

"Always telling me things I don't want to hear
Always telling me things I don't want to hear (Wanna hear)
Do what I say don't do what I do
Do what I say yeah yeah
Do what I say don't do what I do
Do what I say yeah.

Talking to me
See right through me
Wishing that you really knew me,
Not paranoid
Undercover secret lover
Do you really need another?
I'm not paranoid."

"She's good." I say distractedly. I don't really get what he's playing at.
"Thanks... recognise her voice?"
"Butterfly." I say eventually. He winks at me. I try to ignore it.
"You're catching on." He flips the book closed. I was hoping to see more pictures, hopefully giving me some sort of insight into what is going on here. "I'm going to start explaining now. Please don't interrupts." He says gruffly. I sigh and nod. I'm not happy about it. How am I supposed to argue with him if I don't talk?

"My mom worked a lot. She was busy making records and all that junk. Dad was busy making films." He takes a deep breath. "They almost never saw each other...
Tehn she got pregnant, it was kinda the last straw, she split up with my dad and moved away."
"But..."
"Don't interupt!" he snaps. I jump slightly. Did he just yell at me? He holds up his hands. "Sorry I shouldn't have snapped."
"You've never apologised to me before..." I say slightly shocked. "I like it."
"Uh... thanks." He says uncertainly. "Anyway. My mom upped and left to Chicago. Where she released a new song. But she went bankrupt. She got addicted to all sorts of junk... hit rock bottom." I sigh and feel awful. He's really not happy about telling me this. I can tell that. But what does this have to do with Butterfly?

"Anyway. She gave birth. Shipped me off right to California again. I never met her after that. When I was 5, she died." he says. His eyes focus on the floor and not me. I edge closer to him. Now feeling really sorry for him. "Anyway, we got a call... turns out my mom had left a LOT behind."
"Like?"
"Debts, kids, that sorta stuff?"
"Kids?"
"Yeah." He smiles. "I have two half brothers in Chicago. never met them. They don't want to know me. They live with their dad." He shakes his head. "Anyway... one of the kids, turns out wasn't his. He got all mad... went a little off the hook, and threw her out."
"Butterfly." I say.
"Bingo." He bites his lip. "So... when we got my mom's stuff, we got dumped with Butterfly. I hated her. She was a year younger than me, and a real pain." He grimaced. "But my mom had a friend in New York, who wanted custody of Butterfly. So I was ok with it. She left and I didn't care. I had my dad back."

"But..."
"Dana will you shut up!" He thumps the floor. I breathe in sharply. "Sorry." He says again. "I get mad at myself for this. One day when I was six... Butterfly rang out of the blue. She sounded so upset. She was a little babyish... very little-girlish. She rang and said
'I want my big bwuvva' and she just kept crying and crying and..." he looks dejected as he opens the photo album again and pulls out a faded, yellowed, newspaper article.
"ADOPTED GIRL ABUSED BY PARENTS: SEEKS HER REAL FAMILY" screamed the headline. A small girl (obviously Butterfly) sits on the front page. I gasp slightly, "I didn't know..." He says shaking his head. "I told her to get lost. And to never call me her big brother..."

It's just clicked that Butterfly is Logan's half sister. I feel so stupid now for thinking they were an item!
"I hung up on her. But she called again the next day.
'Wogan... Mama says we're closer than we'd fink... I gotta come wive with you.' but still I didn't want it. She was the only thing left of my mom. I'd lived six years without her, I didn't need another one." he shakes his head.

"Then my dad explained that Butterfly was coming back to stay with us. Because her 'daddy' was a nasty man. I was really mad. I mean like totally off the wall. I refused to talk to anyone."
"Imagine that." I say sarcastically. The look he gives me now in unbearable. I feel awful. Me and my big mouth. I slide closer to him. He senses my sympathy and slides his arm around my waist. "Let me finish my story?" He asks. I nod.

"Anyway, she turns up and she's not that little girl who lives with us last year. She suddenly seems really old. Too old. This kid was supposedly 5? She looked nearly 7. I told my dad and he put two and two together. He had Butterfly tested... turns out she WASN'T my half sister at all." My eyes widen. So they WERE seeing each other! I pull away. "Calm down..." He laughs. "She's not my girlfriend, never has been, never will be. She's my twin sister. Fraternal."

"Really?" I gasp, he nods. I am incredibly shocked.
"But she was staying with us illegally. She lived with me until I was ten. Me and her were like..." he crosses his fingers. "That. Anybody touched her and they dealt with me... then the social caught onto us... She got taken away. She called every day. Just to say she missed me. Then I went to high school and the calls just... stopped." He shakes his head.
"Did she have PCA's number?" I ask, searching for an explanation as to why his twin sister would just lose contact.
"Evidently." He laughs. I see the smile on his face. I love it. "She called about a month before she turned up. Saying she was coming to PCA. I was over the moon, but I didn't think it'd come true. Then she just shows up."

He tries to slide his arm around me again but I hold it back.
"Why did you let me believe that..." I start. I'm not going to let him in that easily.
"Her idea. She didn't want to be judged for being 'Logan's sister'"
"I can see where she's coming from." I suppose I can. "If I were related to you I wouldn't want to flaunt it..." He smiles wickedly and abandons the photo album. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to the floor, pinning me.
"Now THAT, would be incest." He whispers. He leans down and places his lips on mine. Wow. He's amazing. I'm not going to tell him that. His hand draws along my cheek bone and his other hand is on my waist. He tries his luck and tries to deepen the kiss. I push him back a little, so we're still embraced but no longer kissing.
"Speaking of incest...

"You called her 'baby'?" I inquire.
She's the baby of the family. For all I know she's a little older than me, but she'll always be the baby of the family." He goes in to kiss me again. I hold him off.
"You kissed her." I continue. I'm clutching at straws here but... there had to be some reason I was so jealous? Surely.
"Yeah like I said we're close. I hadn't seen her ages." he shrugs. I shake my head.
"You confuse me..." he nods.

He stands up. I continue to lay down. He intends to just leave me?
"You should've told me. Instead you let me get jealous." I'm obviously a little mad at him.
"I know, I nearly lost you." He dusts off his jeans.
"Who said you haven't already?" I ask harshly. He smirks.
"Because, if I had, you wouldn't follow me." He leaves the room. Prat. I stand up and walk out the door. I walk straight into him. "Knew it." He slides his arm around my waist. I might've known! I walked right into that one didn't I?

"I need to apologise to Butterfly." I say distractedly, as he kisses my neck. I want to make out with him, but until I've made my peace with Butterfly it won't feel right.
"Cute," He says sarcastically.
"Why cute?" I ask in confusion.
"I know you don't like her." He laughs. "You don't have to pretend."
"Who's pretending? I didn't like her because I thought you were a thing." I protest.
"So…" He teases. "You got jealous?" He smiles.
"Yes." I shrug. So I got jealous. Big deal. I'm only human, right?
"Dana got jealous." He sings. I stamp my heel down on his foot and walk off smiling.
"Come by my dorm later?" I ask, without looking back.
"For what, more pain?" I know he's pulling a face behind my back.
"I was going to say 'making out' but... your idea sounds like more fun."
"You're weird, you know that Cruz?"

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"Hey Butterfly." She's sat at the table with my friends.
"Hi..." She says nervously.
"Dana knows." Says Logan, as I sit beside him.
"She does!" Her eyes, Logan's eyes… they widen to rival saucers.
"Butterfly. Look. We couldn't keep it hidden forever. You were making her real mad." He shakes his head. Poor thing. He's scared of her. Haha.
"She wasn't." I pout. He rolls his eyes.
"Was." he mutters.
"Look Dana…" Butterfly says gruffly.
"I'm annoyed you deliberately misled me. But I forgive easily." Zoey laughs.
"How is it on planet Dana?" She asks. I kick her underneath the table.
"Shut up you," I order. I turn to Butterfly. "Friends?"
"Better be, one day we could be related."
"Let's hope not!" I joke. Logan pouts.
"Oh get over yourself." Butterfly says. "Guys, I suppose I'd better correctly introduce myself. My name's Butterfly Reese."
"Liar." Logan says.
"Shut up. I don't wanna take his name. Logan's my brother. Aka: That-royal-pain-in-the-butt-that-happens-to-be-related-to-me."
"I thought I saw the resemblance." Chase says.
"When was this when you were trying to inspect her fillings?" Logan demands. Chase gulps. He could now see why Logan was so nasty. I suppose I'd be defensive of my twin too.

"Chase will be inspecting no one's fillings for a while." Zoey informs a little harshly. "I don't have any." Chase nods. How whipped is he! The bell rings and we all stand up. IT.
"Sit next to me?" I ask Butterfly. She nods. Logan wraps his arm around my waist and into my jeans pocket. Emily Haithorn walks past in a very short skirt. I know Logan too well. I turn him round so he's facing me instead of her. If he can't see her he can't look. I kiss him on the lips very firmly, this time I'm actually allowing him to deepen it. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I enjoy it. It's fun and he's a great kisser. It just feels right. Finally there's nothing standing in the way. No mysterious girls with tattoos.

Like I said. I do get jealous, I AM ONLY human. But... if jealousy can be avoided, it shall be. No matter what the cost.
(Um… someone remind me to destroy Quinn's video camera later)

Fin.

A/n: It annoyed me that everyone guessed who Butterfly was. People guessed Little sister so I said wrong. Technically nobody will ever know if she's his little sister or not. REVIEW PEOPLE. And if you have time go read some of my other fics, they're better than this.