The boys and I are in our hotel suite, in America, California to be exact, promoting our new self-titled album. I was on my phone going through my Twitter, when something caught my attention.
"Hey, Ash, look at this," I said catching the attention of my best friend and fellow bandmate.
"What's that?" He asked, when he glanced at my phone screen.
"Some fans have found a boy that looks exactly like me," I answered with furrowed eyebrows. Ashton took the phone from me and clicked on something.
"What are you looking for?" I asked curiously and watched over his shoulder.
"There's a profiled tagged to it," he answered and tired the phone so I could see it better. Adam Lancaster. That must be his name. Ashton clicked on one of the very few pictures on his profile and whistled quietly.
"What?" I asked confused. Ashton didn't say anything but just showed me the picture. I took my phone back from him and looked at the photo. I seems to be a recent one, maybe a couple of months? I don't know, but it's a picture he's tagged in. I look at the tweet and see it's from the same account as the tweet earlier.
The boy in the picture seems like almost a copy of me. He has to be around my age, maybe even as old as me. His hair is blond, none styled, like mine on a lazy day. He's tall compared to the lockers and the people around him. He's standing with his side to the camera so I can't really see his eyes but everything else adds up. His clothing style is all black, with the occasional band-tee, just like mine.
"Ash, this is freaky," I commented and looked up at my best friend. He nodded slowly and examined the photo as well. It's taken in what seems to be a school from a few meters away.
"Tell me about it," he answered shaking his curly head slightly.
"I need to know who it is," I said to myself and looked down at my phone once again. I rolled to the top of his account and looked at his name. Adam Lancaster. I went on Facebook and typed on his name, hoping to find him there. I had no luck. Maybe he doesn't have a Facebook? It's a possibility.
"Look him up on google. Google knows everything," Michael suddenly commented form the other end of the room. I looked up, startled, had seemingly forgotten he was even in the room. He was playing on of his computer games I think. Ashton was on his phone and Calum was sleeping.
"Right," I mumbled and opened up Safari. I typed in his name and scrolled down the different articles. Most of them were about some adults named Lancaster. Lawyers or something. His parents perhaps. I sighed heavily and locked my phone all together. I fell back again the soft hotel bed and covered my closed eyes with my arms. Soon enough I fell asleep.