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Chapter 6

After dinner, Max and I finally got to talk. She told me about the job and expressed that she was going to do it no matter what I said. I shrugged nonchalantly and told her my suspicions about Jeb.

"That is weird," she admitted. "Normally he's even a little worried about me. Not nearly as much as Mom does, but…"

I nodded. "I noticed something though…," Max continued. "He more did that when I had first come. Like for my first week of school, he asked if anything happened, every day. But now…" Max's expression was troubled.

Suddenly I felt guilty for making her think. "Don't worry Max," I told her, "we'll figure it out. What we should do now is get some sleep. We still have to go to the interview tomorrow."

"Interview…" she muttered.

"For the job…" I prompted.

"Oh yeah! I knew that!" she protested.

I rolled my eyes, "Night Max."

"Night Fang."

The next morning, after Max's parents went to work, Max and I dressed up in button down shirts and jeans with converse. I looked at Max; she had decided we would pretend to be fraternal twins. Her plan was working, with her white button down shirt and blue jeans; we looked like extreme opposites, with me in my grey button down, and black jeans, yet still the same. Ella came over soon after, to look after Ari.

"Well, we're off!" Max told Ella as the two of us walked out the front door and hopped on our bikes.

Soon we reached the hotel, a fancy place called Le Plax. "Okay," Max whispered to me, as we walked in, "I gave us fake names cuz they'll only employ boys our age."

I nodded, "So what's my name?"

"Zane," she answered, "And I'm Alex."

I snickered. "You really went far with the opposite thing. You might as well have called me Alpha and you Omega."

Max glared at me. "I'd be Alpha."

"Whatever…" We went inside. Le Plax looked very fancy from the outside, but even fancier on the inside. There were people in suits everywhere, walking purposefully, talking on phones, or just mingling with others. The doorman looked at us strangely, I couldn't blame him. Two slightly underdressed boys in a fancy hotel like this one. I nodded at him before Max pulled m to the front desk at warp speed.

"Morning," Max beamed at the man on the other side of the desk. He glanced up from his work.

"Parent hunting?" He asked in an English accent. I took all my will power not to snicker.

"We're here for the job interview," Max informed him, "I called you yesterday, Mr. Fitzpatrick."

The man's eyes bulged, "You're… Alex and Zane?" He asked incredulously.

"It's Zane and Alex," I corrected him under my breath, I had to act mature.

"Well…" Mr. Fitzpatrick still looked surprised, "Follow me for your uniforms."

"No interview?" I asked.

"You're just carrying bags," he said, already walking; no waddling off, "And you'll always work together since you're small."

"Cool," Max and I said; we could definitely pull this off.

"This job is so easy," Max muttered to me as we changed, "Just…" she looked at me, "Smile."

"I can smile!" I protested. "I just don't like to."

"I know you can smile, you just don't smile with adults." She had a point. I looked again at the clothes Mr. Fitzpatrick had given us. It was a black pair of dress pants, a black button up jacket and a pair of white gloves.

"Gloves!?" Max and I had asked at the same time.

"Yes," Mr. Fitzpatrick said condescendingly, "We don't know where either bag or hand has been." It took all my willpower not to bite back.

I took off my shoes and jeans, pulling on the trousers over my boxers, while Max did the same. She had made her parents cut her hair so it was short and curly like a boy's. I still had my hair in a loose ponytail with strands falling out at the front.

"You think we should keep on our dress shirts?" I asked Max.

She shrugged, "Ask the boss."

I sighed and dragged on my shoes, heading outside where Mr. Fitz. said he would wait for us.

"Sir?" I asked the mass of black coat standing at the doorway.

"You're done!" Mr. Fitz asked enthusiastically. His face fell when he saw my clothes.

"Almost…" I tried to cheer him up; he looked like a sad baby walrus. "We just don't know if we should take off our shirts or just wear the jackets over them…"

"It really doesn't matter." Mr. Fitz looked annoyed. "Go finished getting dressed. And tell your twin to hurry up." I nodded and headed inside, taking off my shirt.

"So no shirt?" Max asked, from her seat beside me.

"Do what you want, he doesn't care." I dragged on my jacket.

"Don't open any more wounds," Max cautioned me. "And wear an undershirt tomorrow, man!"

I rolled my eyes and finished the buttons before dragging back on my converse and sticking me gloves in my back pocket.

"Let's go!" Max said excitedly, "And Zane?"

"What?" I asked, stunned at the usage of my new name.

"Smile."

Lolz; good luck with that Max…

-S