Double Hemmings

Adam Lancaster is your typical nerd but without the whole nerd look. He's good in school; always gets straight A's; and he is even what you would define as slightly attractive. Nothing is great about Adams current life.
Six months ago, it was completely fine. It was exactly the way Adam wanted it to be, but events made it impossible for Adam to fully be himself and by himself. At some point on his journey through life, Adam figure out something about himself, that he never even thought was there.


4. 4

Throughout the set, I feel myself humming along and by the end of the sound check, I even let myself sing along on one of covers.

“That was all we have for now, so does any of you have any questions left?” Calum asks. Along the way I learned their names, too. “Yes, you,” he adds and point towards the only raised hand. I sink further into my seat, not wanting any participation in this as I look at them through my sunglasses. Being here without them on just seems a little too risky.

The girl giggles. “It is not a question, but I just wants to tell you how proud I am of you guys for making all this. That, and your music rules!” I just help snort. Unfortunately, that was all it took for the attention to be on me. I look down at my hands in my lap as all their eyes end up in me. I fiddle with my fingers nervously.

“Who are you?” One of the other girls asks. I look up and get eye contact with Luke who stands frozen by his mic. I roll my eyes.

“Adam,” I answer loud enough for the fans and the band to hear. Luke blinks and smiles.

“Yes, Adam,” they all return their attention to Luke again. I sigh in relief. “He is one of my mates. I invited him with me on tour,” he adds a little too enthusiastic. My eyes widen and my mouth drops. I’m pretty sure the rest looks the same as me, but I’m only looking at Luke.

“You what?” The three boys on stage asks in disbelief. I snap out of my trance as it echoes in the big arena. The attention in on me again. I can’t take this. I’m close to hyperventilate as I hurry into the hallway as fast as my legs can carry me. I slide to the ground and breath heavily with my eyes closed. What. The. Effing. Hell? Luke, why are you doing this to me? I hear the band finishing off and the arena is quiet once again. As if hearing my prayer, Luke bursts into my hallway and sees be in the ground not far away. I open my eyes and stare at him. My breathing was almost normal again so now I just sound like I’m really out of shape. I’m just about to shout at him, when I see the other three boys behind him with confusion edged into their features. I look away and take off my sunglasses. I rub my eyes and my face in annoyance.

“Adam… I…” Luke trail off.

“You’re what? You’re sorry?” I ask rhetorically. I don’t want an answer but I know I’ll get it anyway. I don’t look at him as I say it.

“Yeah,” he just answers. That was the last straw for me. I get up from my position on the floor at look at Luke. I ignore the tiny gasp from one of his friends.

“Well, you shouldn’t. This is my own fault, I shouldn’t even have come in the first place,” I say and turn on my feet so my back is facing him. I walk out of the building with no one stopping me. I greet the guard and get into my car. I drive home in silence.


I park my car in the double garage and get out. I slam the car door behind me as the garage doors automatically close. I admit I am a little hurt that he didn’t call out for me. I don’t think I would have stopped, but it would be nice anyway. But I don’t know him, I mean, I just met him and all, so I really shouldn’t except too much. I don’t even except to ever see or hear from him again. I walk into the house and slam the door shut behind so I’m sure my parents have heard me.

“Adam, is that you?” My mother yells from somewhere in the house. I roll my eyes but them frown. Why are they even home? I thought they had, like, work.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I shout back and follow the voices to my parents shared study. I knock on the door and their heads turn my way.

“Why are you guys home?” I ask my parents.

“Because what you said earlier really got to us. So, we thought you would be happy to know that we have decided to take some of our work home with us,” my mom answers with a smile. I raise an eyebrow.

“But you are lawyers… Shouldn’t you be able to be with your work…?” I ask in disbelief. I wouldn’t be any different if they are around or not. It’s not like I’m home anyway. When I am home, I just sit in my room by myself. After this whole Luke doppelganger thing, I just really want to be alone.

“We have arranged for the clients to come here instead,” my mother answers again. My father is talking on the phone with a client surely.

“Here?” I ask in shock. How the hell do they except me to be okay with this? To have strangers come to my own home? I am so not going to be home for that, I think to myself. I nod at my mother and leave without saying another word. It’s like they are not giving me a saying in this. Yes, sure, I insulted their parenting skills, but that doesn’t mean they have to do something drastic like that. I weekend trip somewhere would be nice, but to bring their job with them home? It’s just a whole new level of disrespect to the child.

“Yeah,” my mother answers. “Is there a problem with that?” She asks confused. So, she has absolutely no idea? I sigh.

“No, of course not,” I answer and leave for my room. The home phone rings in the living room and I run to answer it as I know my parents won’t.

“Lancaster residence,” I say and I pick it up.

“Oh, hello,” the woman on the other end says. She was probably expecting someone else.

“How may I help you?” I ask a polite as my mother had taught me.

“I should speak to Leila Lancaster,” she answers in a shaking voice.

“She is occupied at the moment; can I give her a message?” I ask. The woman take a deep breath.

“Tell her Liz Hemmings called,” she says and hang up. I raise an eyebrow and shrug. I put the phone back on the table and turn to walk to my room, but the phone rings again before I can do so. I groan and pick up the phone again.

“Lancaster residence,” I repeat.

“What is your name, dear?” The same woman from before asks. I raise an eyebrow. Why would she want to know that?

“Uh, why?” I ask confused and honestly a little freaked out.

“You just sound familiar to me that is all,” she answers with a shaky laugh.

“Adam,” I reply as she already knows my last name. She intake a sharp breath and my eyes widen. Who the hell is this woman and what the hell is her problem?

“Okay,” she says in a whisper and hang up the phone, again.

“Oh, my fucking God,” I murmur to myself and shake my head in disbelief. I can’t believe her. Is she, like, a stalker or something? It is so weird she called again just for my name. She sounded like she was crying or about to cry. So, weird I can’t even.

I walk to my parents’ study once again to see them both on the phone. I stand in the doorway and wait for my mother to finish.

“Alright, Ms. Simons, I will see you tomorrow. Okay, bye,” my mother ends the call and looks at me.

“Something at heart, dear?” She asks me.

“Liz Hemmings called,” I say. My father stops everything he was doing and ends the call. He looks at me with the same expression as my mother and I raise an eyebrow.

“Uh, okay. I’ll just leave…” I trail off.

“Wha-what did she want? Did she say that?” My mother asks. I shake my head slowly.

“No, she just wants you to call her,” I answer and walk away. I purposely leave out the whole name thing as it doesn’t mean anything to them. Plus, I can’t even wrap my own head around it, so why should I bother them with it. 

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