"Russ?" She stood up to help him get up from the floor. His brown hair was hiding his eyes. The same ones Sara had.

"Hey." He smiled. He was happy, but conserned, too. She could see that. "Are you okay?" The smile disappeared for worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine... how about you?" She asked while she studied him thoroughly. He looked quite okay. He had a bruise on his face. He was beaten just like she was. But besides that he seemed okay.

"Do you know...who did this? Where are we? Why-"

"I don't know Sara. Im sorry, but I know just as much as you do, I think. Well, I do know it's a man..." He knew it wasn't really helpfull, but it was the best he got.

They sat down, against the wall. "How long have you been here?" She looked at him.

"About three days, I guess. I'm not sure though, I have really lost track of time these days." He looked at the window. "That locked?" He asked while pointing at it.

"Yeah..." She sighed. "How'd you come here?" She wanted him to look at her, but he didn't. He was thinking, she knew.

"Me and J were on our way to Vegas actually..." She immedeately turned her head to look at him.

"J's here, too?" She asked.

He nodded. "He's still in the other room..." When he saw her face he added: "Don't worry, he's fine."

She decided to worry about J later and concentrated on Russ again. "So why did you come to Vegas?" She was curious. He had never left San Fransisco before.

"Well, it is your birthday, our birthday, next week..." He lied, she knew him well enough to see that. Even though it would be their birthday next week. Russ had never left his house for that, she usually came to him.

"Yeah, it is our birthday next week... But that's not why you were coming to Vegas. You're just making that up to pretend you're such a good brother." She wasn't mad that he lied to her. She knew he was trying to be a good brother, and she appreceaded it.

"What do you read minds now?" He asked chuckeling.

"Your mind, my mind... There's not really much of a difference... twin's minds are the same, you know." She smiled. She knew she was wrong.

"Well, the day that we actually have the same thoughts about something has yet to come, my friend." She laughed at his remark. He liked to make her laugh.

"So why were you really going there?" She said more serious.

"J had some problems with a girl. He said it was a immergency. I didn't really belief him, but I was bored and I just got the car and..." He saw her look. Shit, he was busted.

"Russ, you don't have a car." She said in a suspicious tone.

"Well, I kinda do now..." He said looking at the ground, a huge grin on his face.

She chuckled. "That's not funny Russ!" She tried to sound mad, but was failing misserely.

"Then were's that smile coming from?" He was smiling himself, too. He couldn't help but grin whenever he saw her smile.

"Russ you can't just steal a car to go after one of J's girls!" She still wasn't sounding really mad at all. And she knew she had no right of speaking. They used to steal cars together, and with J, when they were kids.

"It wasn't just for the girl, it was for you, too!" He laid on the ground now. His feet against the wall, next to her head. As if he wanted to make sure he could walk straight away if the room would turn 45 degrees.

"You know that's not true..." She sighed. And followed his example by lying down with her feet up the wall.

Suddenly his face was serious, allmost sad. She knew he was thinking about their childhood, their lives. It always made her said, too.

"Why is it so hard for us Sara?" His voice was small and unsteady.

"What is?" She asked softly.

"Everything..." He whispered now.

She smiled, looking at the ceiling. "Could you be a little more specific?"

"No..."

She sighed. She knew he had had a hard time. They both had had a hard time. She wanted to say the right words but instead she said:

"I don't know Russ, I just don't know... I guess...I guess some people just don't deserve to have an easy life..." She knew there was a much better answer but she just couldn't think of it right now.

She saw him shaking his head from the corner of her eyes. "Everyone deserves the same, Sara." She looked at him. He was right. He was always right.

Her eyes burried holes into the ceiling. And his eyes burried holes into the scar on his arm that he wished was gone. But he knew that wishing wouldn't help. 'Cause a little brown-eyed girl once told him that "wishing is useless, unless you have an angel." He already knew who his angel was, she just didn't know it yet. He looked at Sara one more time, and then he closed his eyes, trying to sleep.

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Hey! Well, now you know who Russ is. And next chapter will reveal who J is and a bit about Sara's life as well. I hope you liked this chapter. I loved writing it so much! I really want to thank you for the reviews once more... I will update soon...

Love Lily

whishing is useless, unless you have an angel