I walk around, practically completely lost. I just snuck out of Zar’s place. She seemed to be weeping pretty heavily on Ivan.
Don’t get me wrong. I think. I love her. She’s like a sister to me. We’ve been through thick and thin. But...this is different. I knew she wasn’t her parents’ favorite. I knew that there were some issues. A blind man could see that. But, leave her in America and start a new life in China? That’s really messed up. What did they expect her to do when they left? It’ll be two more years before she can legally leave for college. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s child abuse. I think, rubbing my chin. But then again, I’m even more sure that they were thinking of dumping her on my family. I mean, how self-centered can you get? We have six children, what makes them think that we can support another one? We can barely support ourselves! But, knowing my parents, they’d probably take her in anyway. It’s not that I don’t want her there it’s just… well, she can be a bit much. I love her to pieces, but I could barely function with her staying at my house for weeks, how could I handle her for two years? Maybe her being here and discovering Ivan really was for the best.
I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I ran right into someone.
“Er-sorry.” I say automatically. I look up and immediately regret it. It turns out, when I looked up to see who I bumped into, I looked into the indifferent face of America’s 2p.
“Hey, you’re the girl I stabbed the other day, right? Nice shot on my head, it was ringing for hours after that. My girl was actually a bit worried. Was nice being fussed over for a bit. By the way, have you seen her? I’ve been looking, but I can’t find her anywhere. Want to help me loo-” I cut him off by kicking him in the crotch. He fell faster than a sack of potatoes.
“Oh yeah. I forgot about the spunk. Man, I missed it.” He said laughing, kneeling in pain.
“You’re a kinky, masochistic bastard, you know that right?” I tell him, answering my phone. I have a text from Al.
“Yo, babe. where are you?”
“Walking around. Just ran into your 2p. He’s looking for his girlfriend, seen her?”
“Not even sure what she looks like.”
“Hey, sorry to interrupt your little conversation with whoever the fuck, but are you going to help me find my gal or not?” The 2p says. I groan.
“Fine, but only for curiosity's sake.” I say after a moment, pocketing the phone.
“Great. Well, at least we’re both injured now.”
“Yeah, and don’t think I’ve forgiven you.”
“Didn’t expect you to.”
“So what does this 2p of mine look like, anyway?”
“Well, she has the same facial features as you, but she has red eyes, a half shaved head with long, curly, light brown hair, and pretty prim clothes. Also, if she offers you cake, just say no.”
“Just say no.”
“Oh right. That’s her preferred method of murder isn’t it?”
“Yes. By any chance, do you like to bake?”
I look at him a little funny. “Yeah, I know how to bake somethings. And they’re apparently pretty tasty, too.”
“That explains it. See, us 2ps always have some similarities to our 1ps. We’re not carbon copies, but we aren’t polar opposites.”
“Makes as much sense as anything else in this god forsaken universe.” I shrug.
He smirks at me. “Ya know, that’s another thing that’s different between you and Micky. You can be persuaded into an idea with enough evidence, where as Mick is basically like one of those crazy alien superstitious types.” He looks down, grinning. I know he doesn’t think I can hear him because he quietly says, “Bless her.”
“So, don’t you think it’s weird that Al and I start dating, and then our 2ps start dating.”
“What are you suggesting?”
I shrug. “Nothing really. Just thought it was an odd coincidence.”
“Might not be as odd as you think.” He says. I look up at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, she’s told me she thinks Alfred is a lot better than Allen.”
“I assume you’re Allen.”
“You don’t even know your own boyfriend’s 2p’s name. That’s sad.”
“Actually, it’s sad more because of the fact that I don’t know the name of my stabber.”
“Well, it’s still sad.”
“Yeah. Ya know, to be honest, besides the whole, ‘Possible homicidal maniac but most definitely stabby maniac’ ordeal, you don’t seem half bad.”
“Oh? Is this a twisted case of Stockholm Syndrome?”
“That only works if you’re holding me hostage. And no, it’s not. In case you haven’t noticed, I have a boyfriend.” I say as we turn a corner.
“Oh yeah? Well, I have a girlfriend and currently, they’re sucking each other’s faces.” He says, pointing into the alley we just turned into. I turn my head to where he’s pointing and sure enough, there’s Al sucking face with some chick that fits the description that Allen gave pretty well, right down to the half shaved head.
“Well, Alfred.” I say, crossing my arms. The two break apart and stare at us. “For not knowing what she looked like, you found her and her lips pretty damn fast.”