Prologue
Ezra and Dane are twin brothers. After their birth, Mr and Mrs Bell, dress them the same. Thinking they will always dress the same and have similar personalities.
But it ends up all a waste. Because when they are 10 years old, they dress differently. They have different personalities and different interests in things.
"We bought you guys the same things and thought you guys would always dress the same. But how did you guys become so different." Mrs Bell sobbed a little watching both her sons.
"Mom, we might dress differently but no one can change the fact I and him are twins." Ezra gave his mother a consoling pat.
"You guys made us want to be different from one another. But mom doesn't be sad, just like Ezra said, we are still twins even with different personalities." Dane spoke out his thought.
"Okay, what about a love interest? Don't tell me you guys are in love with the same person. It would be hard for us." Mr Bell chimes in to change the topic.
Ezra and Dane look at each other. They have never talked about love interests. "I am not sure about Ezra but I have someone I am crushing on, but I could only tell that."
"You not gonna tell us if that someone is a girl or boy?" Mrs Bell asks.
"Mom, I think we should discuss this next time, at home perhaps?" Ezra stops Dane from answering because he sure knows after Dane answers, he is next.
On their many family dinners, finally this day they actually agree on the same thing to discuss it next time.
In their second year of high school, Ezra and Dane fall in love with the same boy.
Both of them have no idea how to tell their parents. Afraid of the rejection and reaction from the family, Ezra, and Dane kept silent.
Before they could even know him, he disappeared all of a sudden, and just like that their one-sided love ended. Nevertheless, a year later, there was a rumour about two transfer students.
The reason for the rumour is that both of them used to be a student at that school. Everyone is wondering why they would transfer out only to come back a year later.
