I stood, frozen in my tracks, gripping A's hand. My twin...My EVIL twin was smirking at me! That bastard...

"You forgot Backup. I'm an insomniac so I was awake and I SAW you and Alternate escaping."

"Yeah...? Well you'd do darn well to keep your frigg'n mouth shut about it!"

"I'll do no such thing. Running away from your duties as a detective is unacceptable."

He was sneering. Lost. Was. Sneering.

"Wipe that disgusting grin off L!" And I punched him in the face.

"B, please don't try and start a fight with me. Come back to the orphanage.

"No! C'mon A, run!"

"Ok!" We started to dash off, when brother called "Wait! You'll be in a lot more trouble if we have to get the police to find you!"

We slowly turned around.

"Don't you think running away was very stupid and immature?"

I started to speak but L held up his hand. "Backup, I know what you're going to say, but Alternate...what do think?"

Lost and I stared at the brunette, waiting for an answer.

"Well..." His crystal blue eyes darted between my twin and me nervously. His sweaty hand relinquished its grasp of mine. "I guess we should go back...to avoid trouble...this was sort of a stupid idea..."

"Yeah fine, but don't tell Mr. Whammy!" I snarled.

"I regret to say, I have already informed him of your unexpected disappearance..." L smirked.

"Asshole..." I muttered trudging through the would back to the asylum...

Upon arriving back at the orphanage, we were sent straight to bed to be talked to in the morning. After breakfast the next day A and I were called to Mr. Whammy's office.

Of course, we got the whole talking to about why running away is dangerous and blah, blah, blah. Surprisingly though we were never asked WHY we wanted to run away. The outcome was that I was a bad influence on a who was a "Intelligent, studious, individual." and he had to be moved out of my room. Guess whose room he was moved to? Oh, aren't you cleaver, you guessed L's room, didn't you? Yup. A was roommates with my evil twin.

Some things, once you say them you can never take them back. Or at least, you can't take back the damage that has been done. That's the biggest lesson I ever learned.

I learned this when I noticed A kept studying with my brother. They would always be together hanging out...I was a little jealous. I mean, A was MY best friend, and MY love. And when I heard A say: "You know, your twin is really smart. He helps me study and it's quite helpful." I felt my blood boil. But it wasn't nearly as awful as that time...the day I would always, ALWAYS regret.

It was Saturday, and I wanted to walk to the village with A. He said he was busy. Stupid Alternate! He said he was doing something with Lost. How dare he! I realized I was starting to hate my twin, and (being the nosey person I am) decided to follow them...

I wish I hadn't. Because when I did I saw something I shouldn't have seen. Something that would change everything about my life. Every. Little. Thing.

At first they just studied (Oh Come on who studies on Saturday? A and L, apparently). My boyfriend and my twin were sitting at a table, looking at a book about rocks or something. Due to the fact that I am a genius, and I'm observant I notice L's hand creeping closer to A's. WTF? Eventually L placed his pale, lanky, fingers on top of Alternate's hand.

My hand flew to my mouth to suppress a gasp.

A started to stand up, Lost wouldn't let go of his hand. And then...Alternate was leaning up against the bookshelf with Lost, who was stroking his hair and kissing him.