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My Awesome Twin Cousins
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2025-12-18 07:00:54Three days to Christmas.
I woke up in my own bed, sheets tangled around my legs, the faint scent of Jack still clinging to my skin from yesterday.My head was spinning, not from the wine we’d cracked open after the couch, but from everything else.The way he’d looked at me when he left at 2 p.m., coat half buttoned, hair messed up, promising to text me later.The way my body still ached in the best places. The way I felt… lighter, somehow, despite everything that had happened with Mike.I was smiling into my pillow when the noise started.Laughter. Loud, overlapping voices. Footsteps thumping down the hallway. A kid’s shriek followed by the unmistakable sound of someone tackling someone else onto the carpet.I sat up, confused. Our house was small, Mom, Dad, my little brother, and me. Four people. That was it. We didn’t have surprise guests. Not on a random Tuesday morning three days before Christmas.The nois
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Three days to Christmas.I woke up in my own bed, sheets tangled around my legs, the faint scent of Jack still clinging to my skin from yesterday.My head was spinning, not from the wine we’d cracked open after the couch, but from everything else. The way he’d looked at me when he left at 2 p.m., coat half buttoned, hair messed up, promising to text me later. The way my body still ached in the best places. The way I felt… lighter, somehow, despite everything that had happened with Mike.I was smiling into my pillow when the noise started.Laughter. Loud, overlapping voices. Footsteps thumping down the hallway. A kid’s shriek followed by the unmistakable sound of someone tackling someone else onto the carpet.I sat up, confused. Our house was small, Mom, Dad, my little brother, and me. Four people. That was it. We didn’t have surprise guests. Not on a random Tuesday morning three days before Christmas.The nois
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Four days to Christmas.The house was quiet, the way it always got this time of year when everyone else was out shopping or wrapping gifts. Mom had left an hour ago to meet friends for drinks, my little brother was at a sleepover, and I had the couch all to myself. The tree lights blinked softly in the corner, casting red and green spots across the living room walls. Home Alone was playing on the TV, my annual ritual, the one thing I never skipped, no matter how bad the year had been.Kevin was just about to set the traps when my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at the screen.Jack.My heart did a stupid little flip. I’d saved his number as “Jack” after the balcony, but I still thought of him as Mr. Harlan half the time. The man who’d driven me home that night, kissed me softly on the forehead at my door, and hadn’t said a word since.I let it ring twice before I answered, voice quiet.“Hey.”“Hey, Mara.” His voice was low, warm, the same one that had growled my name ag
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He didn’t let go of my hand.Mr. Harlan led me through the crowd, weaving past bodies pressed too close, past the bar where girls were laughing too loud, past the stage where Derek was still grinding for tips. His grip was firm, warm, steady like he was making sure I wouldn’t disappear into the chaos. I could feel the tension in his fingers, the way his thumb brushed my knuckles once, almost by accident. Or maybe not.We didn’t go toward the main exit. Instead, he turned down a narrow hallway lined with red velvet ropes and “Staff Only” signs. The music dulled behind us, replaced by the low hum of the club’s ventilation and our footsteps on the concrete floor.At the end of the hall was a heavy metal door marked “Rooftop Balcony Private.” He pushed it open with his shoulder, cold December air rushing in like a slap.The balcony was small, half hidden behind a brick wall, strung with white Christmas lights that flickered softly against the night sky.A couple of heaters glowed orang
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Mr. Harlan arrived faster than I expected, maybe fifteen minutes after Mike hung up. I spotted him before he saw me, pushing through the crowd near the entrance, scanning the room with that easy, confident stride. He was in dark jeans and a black button down rolled to the elbows, no coat despite the cold outside, looking every bit the dad who could fix anything but way too handsome for it. The club lights caught the silver in his hair, and a few women turned to look as he passed.I waved from my spot near the stage pillar, feeling suddenly ridiculous in my tight dress and bold makeup. He spotted me, smiled that warm, familiar smile, the one that had always made me feel welcome when I was over at their house and made his way over.“Mara,” he said when he reached me, voice raised just enough over the music. He leaned in for a quick, awkward side-hug, the kind dads give. “You okay? You look… different tonight.”Different. Code for dressed up, maybe a little too much. I felt my cheeks
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Five days to Christmas.I woke up feeling like someone had poured concrete into my chest overnight. My eyes were puffy, my throat sore from crying into my pillow until the early hours. The house was empty and quiet, Mom at work, siblings out for fun. Perfect. I didn’t have to fake a smile for anyone.My phone was a war zone, forty-two missed calls, mostly Mike, a handful from Sophie, three from Ethan. I didn’t open a single one. I deleted Mike’s entire thread without reading it, blocked Sophie on everything, and left Ethan’s texts for when I felt stronger. Right now, I just felt hollow.I stayed on the couch all morning in the same hoodie I’d slept in, staring at the TV without turning it on. Every corner of the house reminded me of Mike, his laugh echoing from movie nights, the spot on the carpet where he’d spilled popcorn and kissed me to shut me up. I needed to escape my own head.By late afternoon, I forced myself into the shower. Hot water, loud music, anything to drown the n
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The phone’s sharp ring sliced through the quiet of my room, jarring me from the haze of scrolling through my phone. Ethan’s phone, lying on my bed where he’d tossed it earlier, buzzed insistently. I glanced at the screen, Mike’s name flashed in bold letters. My stomach twisted. Mike, my boyfriend, calling Ethan? Why? Ethan, sprawled on my beanbag chair, barely looked up from his game controller. “Yo, answer it,” I said, my voice sharper than I meant. Ethan groaned, pausing his game, and grabbed the phone. “Yeah, Mike, what’s up?” His tone was casual, but I leaned closer, straining to hear the muffled voice on the other end. “Nah, I’m at my place, just chilling. Why?” My heart thudded. Mike was checking Ethan’s whereabouts. I knew that tone, he was fishing, making sure Ethan wasn’t anywhere near his house. Sophie’s face flashed in my mind, my best friend, always a little too close to Mike, always laughing a little too loud at his dumb jokes. I’d brushed it off for months, t
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