I wish I could say I woke up to the sound of birds chirping,  the sun shining through my window, that I sat up in my bed with my hair perfectly miss placed, and my make up was already done. But no, because that only happens in moves, and the commercials for beds, and face wash. What I woke up to was my twin sister, Baylee, singing to Little Mix.

I went to the shower and turned it to my recommended temperature. I lathered, rinsed, and repeated. I stepped out to get a not so warm welcome from the cold air that was surrounding my shower. I grabbed two towels, one for my hair, and the other for my body. I searched through my closet to find my dark wash jeans, and a floral top, then I pick out my 1940's era styled shoes.

"Dylan! Your eggs are getting cold!" Megan, my stepmom yelled from the bottom of the staircase. She isn't like the stepmom from Cinderella, but she isn't going to make me a plate of sugar cookies anytime soon either. My sister and I aren't the biggest fans of Megan. She wanted to send us to a boarding school... in Canada. Yeah. My dad didn't want to waste the money for it, so her plan to get rid of us was foiled. My real mom died when Baylee and I were about 3 years old. She crashed into a tree when she was on a skiing trip with some of her friends. My dad married Megan when we were 8. Now we are 18. This is our last year in high school. After this, I am leaving this hell hole, and going to the University of Oxford. Baylee wants to go to Florida State University to become a nurse. She would fit in perfectly in Florida; we're identical twins, so I would as well. We both have dark brown hair, also we're 5'5, both are pretty thin, and have pale skin. But I have honey colored eyes, from our dad, while Baylee has green eyes, from our mom.

"Dylan Lauren Moore! Get your booty down here!" Megan yelled stepping me back into reality. I slapped on some cover-up and my signature gold eyeliner, with some mascara. I walked sluggishly down the marble staircase.

"You should come down to eat when we call you the first time. You know back in Iraq, if you didn't come to breakfast, if you were lucky that day," He mumbled the last part, " you most likely wouldn't eat till three p.m. or later." Did I mention that my dad is a General in the U.S Army? I just nodded my head to the old man and stuffed my face with the scrambled eggs that were plated in front of me.

"Dylan, Baylee, your father and I are leaving today for our anniversary. We want to set some ground rules in motion. First, you call us right away when you get home from school. Second, no parties of any sort. Third, no boys unless we know them. And fourth, if we find out that the police were called because of any reason, you will have to find some way to get out of jail on your own. Also, we will have Rosy, our neighbor, come and check up on you two every day. She was instructed to do it a random times every day." Megan finished saying. I don't think I heard her take a single breath through that whole thing.

"Aw. Come on Megs, we are two eight-teen year old's. We get straight A's, or well mostly A's. We need to live a little. Can we at least have a "small get together"? Just like five friends or so?" I said taking a big gulp of my dads coffee. It burned my throat going down though.

"Darling, I think it would be fine. I think they need social time." Go, dad! 1 for twins, and 0 for the stepmom. She just glared at me, and I smirked.

"Ok. Well, get going to school. We are leaving today, so we will see you two on Monday night," My dad stated as I grabbed the car keys.

"Hey, I wanted to drive today." Baylee whined like a four-year-old.

"Look! She talks!" I said getting into the driver's seat. We don't hit each other. We just have our little squabbles. "And you drove yesterday. Remember?"

"Oh, ya. Well, can we listen to 99.9 for music?"

"Go at it." We have the same taste in music mostly.

"Good morning Southern Colorado. Hope your Friday morning is going well. Well here is Patrick and Skylar with your morning news." The lady said in her overly peppy voice.

"I hate how she always sounds as if she just got a puppy," Baylee said nonchalantly.

"Dude, you just read my mind," I said somewhat scared.

"Well, they say that twins have that power to know what the other is thinking." We both chuckled at that.

"One Direction is in Colorado!" Skylar basically yelled into the mic.

"Oh, turn it up. Not every day do you get a boy band in this dingy state." We both like One Direction. Well, we like that What Makes You Beautiful song. Other than that, we have no clue about them, other than that they are British, and some other country that I never remember, a boy band with five guys. Other than that I am clueless. "The only thing that happens here is fires and midnight premiere shootings. (The Waldo Canyon Fire, and Aurora Batman movie massacre. I know that they both are no laughing matter, but if you don't live here, well then nothing else really happens.) Am I right, or am I right?"

"They will be going to a school and teaching a choir class. The school name has remained confidential as far as we know. Sorry girls, but we don't have any info for what time you could cut school to see them." Patrick said, probably killing most girls listening to this station's hopes and dreams.

"Oh, I wonder what school. That choir class gets to have a fam-" Baylee was cut off by being jolted in her seat. As did I. My beat up 1998 Mercedes moved about 10 feet forward from the force of the impact.

"Ok, I know that I have an old car, but you don't have to hit it for me to get a new one," I said rather loudly as I opened the door to see what damage has been done. Baylee was white as a ghost, holding onto anything. Her eyes were the size of grapefruits. She basically looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Oh, god. We are so sorry! We didn't see the light turn red." I was looking at the ground when I heard a British voice speak. I find Brittish accents so nice to listen to.

"Oh, ya. Um, what part of England are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, I live in London, but I was born and raised in Doncaster." That rings a bell, but I don't know anybody from "across the pond" as my history teacher would say.

"Cool. I have always wanted to go to England. But on a more car related topic, can we get your insurance information?" I said walking back to my car to get all of the papers.

"Liam, can you come and give me our insurance stuff?" The stranger asked another person, which who I assume is Liam. When I turned around and really saw the car, well the car was an understatement. What they were driving in was a bus, a really big red bus. 

"Ok so here is what we need. Oh, and by the way, I am Dylan." I took my hand out for him to shake. At that moment Baylee decided that now was a good time to emerge from the car.

"Dylan, what happened?" Baylle asked.

"Just a fender bender." I looked back at the stranger "So your name is...." I passed so he could answer.

"Louis, I am Louis. It's nice to meet you Dyl- WOAH! You guys could be the same person!" Louis exclaimed as he has never seen twins before.

"Ya, that's what happens when you have identical twins. Ever heard of them?" Baylee snapped at him. Well someone wasn't a happy camper right now.

"As a matter of fact, I have. I just wasn't expecting another person to step out of the vehicle is all." Louis snapped back. I have a feeling that if he keeps doing that, then we could be very good friends.

"Lou, are we ready to leave yet?" A curly headed boy said I think he might be the Liam guy that gave Louis the car/bus information.

"Nope, not yet Harry." No points for Dylan. "Can you get Liam to call Dave (Dave is the made-up name I have for their manager)?" Ok, this Liam guy sounds like the one I should be talking to. 

"Ok, will do. Liam, Louis says to get Dave on the phone!" Harry yelled when he was on the bus. Harry does suit him. I mean really, his head is holding most likely 2 pounds of curls and is name is HARRY. Coincidence, I think not!

"Can we hurry this along? I don't want to be late for school." Baylee said somewhat more calmly then how she spoke to Louis earlier.

"Baylee, just go send a text to dad saying that the car needs a new bumper please," I told her smoothly.

"But we are going to be late." Baylee nagged.

"It's ok. Not like English is that important anyway. I mean I have been speaking it for 17 years now." I handed her my phone so she could text our father.

"That's true, very true." She said as she walked back to the car.

"I have been speaking English for 19 years. That makes me older than both of you." Mr. Doncaster boy interrupted.

"Ya, well, sometimes being older isn't always such a good thing. Like for instance when I am 29, you will be 31, and old. So yea, I am ok with being younger than you." I said.

"Well, I never want to grow up. I want to be Peter Pan, and live in Neverland."

"Me too Louis, me too. Being a grown-up is not going to be fun. You will have to be... be... careful, instead of care free." I said the last part in a hushed tone.

"You are preaching it to the choir." Louis agreed with a nod.

I chuckled a bit before clearing my throat to speak. "Anyways, we really do have to get going to school, as much as I don't want to. So can we settle this out later? The damage isn't that bad, just a fender bender. I can still drive."

"Ok, if you say so. Let me just get your number. Also, I want your number so I can text you the address of this little coffee shop I love." He said the last sentence smiling. I don't know why he wanted to text me about a coffee place. But maybe in England, that's what they do.

"Why?" Wait, I get it now. Sometimes I think I should be a blonde.

"So we can have coffee sometime." He handed me his phone to type in my cell phone number.

"Um, sure, I'd love to." I typed in the 10 digit number and handed him his phone back.

"Ok, cool. I will text you later. Bye Dylan." He said smiling.

"Bye Louis. I will be waiting for that text." I said and turned to head back to my car.

He grabbed my hand as I turned and looked me in the eye and said, " Don't worry love, I promise. I always keep my promises." He smirked at the end. I can honestly say that I am really excited about this coffee shop date thing. I don't know why, but I just want to see him again. I was smiling all the way back to the car.

"Why are you all smiley?" Baylee asked while handing me back my phone.

"Oh, no reason." With that, we got to school about 15 minutes late, and we shouted all of the lyrics to the songs that played on the radio.