All Chapters of I FELL FOR MY BEST FRIEND'S TWIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONEONE DRUNKEN MISTAKEDylan grasped Lucas's hair, his fingers digging through the strands and he pressed his lips against his. His heart hammered loudly in his chest and his dick hardened in his pants, pressing against the jeans fabric. “I've loved you for so long," he whispered between kisses as his hand traveled into Lucas's trousers, cupping his rising cock. “I know I sound stupid, and I know I'm drunk…" Lucas pulled him forward and kissed him before he could finish. He ran his hand over Dylan's bare back as he played with his tongue. Dylan pulled back, laughing nervously as his cheeks reddened. He stared at Lucas, his face half-hidden by the darkness. “And I know we've been best friends forever, and I might be ruining everything with my choice." His smile trembled. “But I can't keep on pretending I am not in love with–”"Stop talking, Dy,” Lucas cut in with a smirk. He grabbed Dylan and pinned him to the bed before pulling the sheets over them. "We’ll talk confession

CHAPTER THREEA PARTNER I DIDN'T CHOOSEDylan pushed the front door open and stepped into the house. He paused for a split second as he looked around. On the right, the sitting room door was slightly ajar and he could hear the sounds of a football game from the TV speaker. That meant that his brother was probably glued to the set.The stairs were right ahead, on the left.The last thing that he wanted was Rocky stopping him and asking questions about the party. So, he was moving towards the stairs. But he had climbed two steps when someone called out to him."Dylan."His heart skipped a beat as he froze and turned around. Rocky was standing in the doorway, holding a beer in one hand and a slice of cold pizza in the other. His brown hair stuck out in all directions and faded beer stains dotted his shirt. He looked like he hadn't taken a shower in two days.Still, it didn't stop girls from flocking him. Dylan always wondered how that was even possible. "You coming from the party?" Rock

A MEETING AT MY PLACE Dylan shoved the pair of scissors and bottle of gun into his already cramped bag. He managed to zip the thing closed without breaking the zipper and a satisfied grin spread across his face. But it disappeared the moment he glanced up at the clock. “Four," he whispered as he stared at the ticking hand. "Shit.” In all honesty, Dylan wished he could just sit this one out and fail the project. But Logan was smart. He knew Dylan would never let that happen. That was probably why he casually texted ‘four, my place’ after school, knowing Dylan would not say no. He had seen the message pop up from the notifications but refused to give Logan the satisfaction of actually reading it. Why the hell was he acting this way? That night was meant to be forgotten and he just… Maybe Logan had actually forgotten. And he was the only one getting worked up about it. Still, he couldn't find an explanation for the scene in the bathroom. He'd closed his eyes, and had waited f

A CALL I DIDN'T EXPECT The sun had already disappeared behind the houses by the time Dylan left the Hayes mansion. Cradling their unfinished project carefully against his chest, he marched toward his house while trying to untangle the edges from his clothes. The entire thing had actually turned out better than he'd expected. A layered fabric sculpture sat at the center, and from one side, the folded pieces formed the outline of a bird. From another, it became a tree. When turned slightly again, the overlapped shapes seemed to become something completely different. He hasn't figured out what that was yet. He could still leave it though as there really wasn't any single meaning. The entire point was that the person looking at it decided what they wanted to make of it. And–annoyingly–Logan’s idea had been the reason it worked. A few more touches before school tomorrow and the pieces would be done. After that, he could finally focus on something else–anything that didn't I love

THE WRONG MESSAGEThe soft hum of the air-conditioning filled the quiet of the library, sending chills down the spine of the students studying there. Dylan pulled his jacket tighter, cursing under his shaky breath as he sat across Lucas at one of the tables near the windows. He unzipped his bag and pulled out two notebooks, spreading them open between them. “If we attack their second point first," Lucas whispered, tapping his own against his notebook, “we can corner them in, force them into defending something they haven't actually researched." Dylan nodded, scattering several sheets of paper across the table surface. “And that'll give us control of the argument." Lucas looked up and smiled. "Exactly.”Dylan grinned at himself as he shifted one of the notes closer to himself. “And with the point on the economic impact, I can devise a way to redirect the discussion toward social benefits and the effects.”"Now,” Lucas said, waving his own at Dylan, "now you're thinking.”They had b