Well, I'm just... sorry. I had no homework today (Hooray for no homework over break!) and I decided I had no excuse not to write today. So here I am.
I'm here too!
Yeah, but they're all here for me! Let's face it!
That was mean. :(
Oh, quiet!
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**Ally's POV**
Okay, when did Austin learn to cook? I don't think he ever did. There's something weird going on.
"Hey, Ally!" Austin greets as he enters the room.
"Excited about performing on the east coast for the first time?" I ask.
"Yeah, I've heard NYC is the best place in the world to have a concert!" Austin says.
"Yeah.. But I've just been wondering something ever since breakfast. When did you learn to cook?"
"Oh, uh, I figured out a few days ago," he replies.
"How did you learn how to cook so amazingly in a few days?" I challenge.
"Uh... Bye, Ally!" he responds and runs out of the room.
Well, that was weird. Has he been hiding some secret talent from me or something? Is he embarrassed about knowing how to cook or something?
"Okay, well, Austin is acting weird and you're the only other decent choice to team up with and figure this out," A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up and it turns out to be... Chase?
"Since when do you care?" I ask, and he starts acting nervous but keeps his cool.
"Well, thing is..." Chase starts, takes a deep breath, and continues, "We're actually... We're actually... We're actually..."
"You're actually what?" I prompt him to continue.
"Brothers!" He shouts really quickly. He takes another deep breath and says normally, "We're actually brothers."
Him and Austin are brothers?
"You're brothers?!" I say, shocked.
"Yes... but that's not the point right now! I don't think that's the real Austin." Chase says.
"Yeah, me either. I can't figure out how this happened though." I agree.
"Yeah. I was thinking about it... I'm usually great at coming up with explanations for things. All I've got is that the switch most likely happened at that house."
Of course! Why didn't I think of that!
"But what fan would be able to create another Austin? What normal person has the money to do that? And even if they did, why wouldn't they just keep the fake Austin? They have the same personality, but fake Austin actually knows how to cook." I reason, very confused.
"Yeah... I don't know. We have to get to the bottom of this."
"How did they get an exact lookalike like this? This seems really planned out!" I add to the discussion.
"Yeah. Don't call me crazy- This is either an identical twin switched at birth, a robot, or a clone. Don't look at me like that!" Chase proposes his ideas. I was trying not to laugh because his ideas sounded like he watched too many sci-fi movies.
One hour later, still Ally's POV
We came up with a plan- we have to find out which one it is. I'm trying to get a hair for a DNA sample. We figure if it's not Austin's DNA, we're between robot and twin, and if it isn't human DNA, it is definitely robot (we didn't come up with any better possibilities).
"Hi Austin!" I say, approaching "Austin".
"Hey, Ally!" "Austin" replies. I swear, that's the only thing he greets me with.
"Oh, your hair looks kinda weird. Let me fix it," I say, ruffling the hair a bit and subtly plucking a piece out.
"Did you fix it? Did you fix it? I hope it doesn't still look bad!" "Austin" says and heads to the bathroom mirror.
I take that as my chance to make my getaway. I run back to Chase.
"Did you get it? Did you get it? I hope it works!" Chase says as I hand him the hair, not unlike "Austin" 's response when I told him his hair was messed up.
After the DNA test
"These are the results!" Chase says excitedly.
"Okay, show me!" I urge.
He pulls the results from the folder they are in and we look. The results were that there was no DNA.
"Well, that means it was a robot! Ha! How could you have doubted me?" Chase boasts.
"Yeah, yeah," I respond, thinking he was pretty annoying. "But who has that kind of money?"
"I don't know. Let's find out." Chase says, a little deviously.
"Okay, how?"
Before I knew it, Chase was standing in front of a shorted out Austin-bot. It looked like a scene from an action movie or something.
"Now, we see... THIS!" Chase says, pulling out the frame of the Austin-bot and pointing to a large number on it.
"What about it?" I ask.
"How many digits is it?" Chase questions, and I count.
"Ten, but I don't see how... Oh!" I catch on to the fact that it might be a phone number.
"Yeah! Let's go call it!" Chase says.
I pull out my cell phone and dial the number in. I put it on speaker and mute, so that whoever it is can't hear us, just in case.
"Hello?" a male voice answers.
"Do you know the voice?" I ask Chase, and he shrugs.
"Hello?" the voice says again.
"Quick, think of an interesting product!" I say to Chase.
Chase quickly takes the phone and takes it off of mute and off of speaker, turns, starts walking, and, in a very entrepreneurial sounding tone, asks, "Hello, sir, may I interest you in the DJI Phantom 2 2.4 gigahertz Quadcopter with a Remote Pilotless Plane with a Zenmuse H-4 3D Mount for a Go-Pro?"
Wow...
There is a short pause, and Chase says, "Only $659.99, it's a must-have for all of the millionaires such as yourself."
Another pause and Chase continues, "I was given a list of the top ten richest people in the United States and you, my friend, are up there."
Another pause, and Chase looks at me triumphantly. He says, "Where would you like that shipped.
After the final pause, Chase says, "Thank you for your order. Good day, sir."
He hangs up the phone and celebrates.
"You got an address?" I ask.
"Yep!" He says excitedly.
"How did you do that?" I ask.
"Magic." Chase says in "that tone" that everybody uses when they say they did something by magic.
Chase gets on his laptop and looks up an address. His happy, celebrating face very quickly turned into a solemn frown.
"What?" I ask.
"We need to get this bus to California right now. Austin's in huge danger."
February 10, 1999- 2 years old
Austin was hoping his father's mood would go away, but it had been a month and he was still acting the same way. He kept putting Austin through torture that he really didn't get the point of right now. The only person he had left to talk to was his now three-month-old brother.
"C, Daddy's been sad and mad la'ely," he whispered into the crib that was in his room. His brother would stare at him, looking like he was listening, but he obviously didn't understand a word he said.
He sucked on his pacifier as Austin continued, "And Mommy's ne'er comin' back cause she dead."
His brother continued to stare and suck on his pacifier, looking like he understood a lot more than he actually did.
"I don' know if I can take care of you myself. It's har' tryin' to sneak food fo' me, let alone stuff fo' you. And I tink Mommy's milk had som-thin' spesal in it cause you don' look good."
It was no lie. His baby brother was rather small, growing slowly, and becoming more sick every day.
But he kept staring at his new fatherly figure, since he hadn't really seen his dad for a while.
"Oh, C, whatter we gonna do? I don' even know if you'll e'er grow up," Austin said, now crying. He had been rather exposed to the cruelties of life for the past month and now knew a lot more than most kids his age.
The baby made a soft coo, and Austin kissed his forehead.
"I know C. But I'm gon' take care of you," Austin reassured.
His brother C was now crying, having spit out the pacifier.
"Com' on C! Last thin' we need is noise to make Daddy com' in 'ere!" Austin whispered, trying to see what was wrong.
"You're pro'lly hung'y, right? Me too. So'y bud, I got nothin'."
Austin gently put the pacifier back in C's mouth and carefully picked him up out of the crib.
"You so small..." Austin noticed. He hadn't grown much in the past month; there was nothing to feed him with that would make him grow the pace he needed to grow at.
"I weely hope you grow up. I's not fai' if you don'," Austin gently put C back into the crib and stroked his head.
"At leas' your hair growin'! You won' be bal'!" Austin joked and queitly chuckled.
C yawned and rolled onto his side. A few minutes later his breathing became heavier, indicating he was asleep. Austin turned to go to sleep himself, but he knocked something over, causing a loud crash. And to top it off, C woke up and began crying.
Austin tried to calm him down, but Douglas came storming in.
"What are you doing? Talking to the stupid baby again? You know he won't live! He's such a distraction!" Douglas yelled.
Austin cried as his dad yelled at him and hit him. He fell asleep in tears and had nightmares throughout the night. He woke up in an unfamiliar room with nothing in it but one capsule. He had no idea where C went, but he figured he wouldn't be in the same room as him anymore.
So what would become of C? Austin would have to figure something out.
Not even going to talk about the flashback. He'll start crying.
*Wipes tears from eyes* Thank you.
Well, about the actual chapter: They've figured out where he is! But how will they get from New York to California in such a short time?
Shut up.
Geez, sorry!
I just don't wanna be killed off, that's all!
We'll see.
Random fact of the day is...
*Drumroll*
If you lift a kangaroo's tail off the ground it can't hop!
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What?
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WHAT?!
It just would have been nice to know that two days ago...
I don't even wanna know. See you next chapter!